Bikini Basketball Game

The four boys returned to their respective groups.

Pan Ning looked at Su Yang and asked, "Can you play?"

"Me? Are you kidding? They call me the Mini McGrady."

Tang Ziyun couldn't help but ask, "Who's Mini McGrady?"

Su Yang chuckled awkwardly. "Uh, just a really good basketball player. Anyway, all you need to know is that I'm amazing."

Yaya's eyes sparkled as she gazed at Su Yang. "Then you better carry us to victory."

"No problem."

At that moment, Meng Wenzhou, holding a basketball, turned to the group and said, "Our team will go first against Liu Meng's team."

"Okay."

Everyone stepped off the court and stood by the sidelines. Meng Wenzhou led Xia Keke and Li Yutong onto the court, while Liu Bo's team fielded all their players—since they only had three.

Su Yang watched from the sidelines. Xia Keke, Li Yutong, Liu Meng, and Liu Wenxin were all dressed in skimpy swimsuits.

Playing basketball in outfits like these was… quite the spectacle.

Su Yang thought to himself, This is basically a bikini basketball game. Nice, very nice.

The match began.

Liu Bo's team took the first possession. Liu Meng grabbed the ball and hurled it toward Liu Bo.

Meng Wenzhou stepped up to defend.

Liu Bo dribbled twice before crossing over to shake off Meng Wenzhou, then drove hard toward the basket.

Li Yutong rushed to defend.

Liu Bo pulled up for a quick jumper.

Swish!

Nothing but net.

"Nice shot!" Su Yang cheered.

"Pretty cool, huh, Yang?" Liu Bo turned and grinned.

"Damn right. Mini Shaq over here."

"Liu Bo's team, two points!" Zhang Ziming announced, taking on the role of scorekeeper.

Liu Wenxin finally spared Liu Bo a glance. She removed the cat ears from her head, set them aside, and walked onto the court with a sweet smile. "Bo-ge, do your best! Our team's counting on you."

Liu Bo swallowed hard, then confidently thumped his chest. "Leave it to me."

Next, Meng Wenzhou's team inbounded. Meng Wenzhou dribbled twice before passing to Li Yutong.

As soon as Li Yutong caught the ball, Liu Wenxin rushed over, flailing her arms wildly in front of her face.

Li Yutong blinked. "What are you doing?"

"I'm defending!"

"Who defends like that? What’s the point?" Ignoring her, Li Yutong took three steps before passing to Xia Keke nearby.

"Traveling," Zhang Ziming pointed out.

Su Yang, thoroughly entertained, shook his head with a laugh. "Come on, let’s keep it casual. No need to be so strict."

"Fine."

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On the court, Xia Keke caught the ball, dribbled clumsily twice, then heaved it toward the hoop with all her might.

Clang!

The ball bounced off the rim twice before dropping.

Liu Bo and Meng Wenzhou both scrambled for the rebound.

Meng Wenzhou deliberately slowed down, letting Liu Bo leap up and snatch the ball. Liu Bo stepped back beyond the three-point line.

With no one guarding him, he smirked and let it fly.

Swish!

Another clean bucket.

"Hell yeah, big guy!"

"Liu Bo's team, five points! Current score: Liu Bo's team 5, Meng Wenzhou's team 0."

"Old Meng, what are you doing? Get serious!" Su Yang teased.

"Alright, alright, no more holding back," Meng Wenzhou laughed.

The two teams played for another seven or eight minutes, ending with Liu Bo's team winning 15-8.

Now it was the other two teams' turn. Su Yang glanced at Pan Ning and the others.

"Who’s playing with me?"

Pan Ning shook her head. "This kind of game isn’t for me. You take them."

Su Yang turned to Tang Ziyun and Yaya.

Both grinned and nodded. "We’ll back you up."

"Deal."

On the other side, Zhang Ziming led Yang Yuwei and Han Xiaoyu onto the court.

Shen Yixue wasn’t interested in this kind of game either, so she opted out.

The two teams faced off.

Zhang Ziming smirked at Su Yang. "Yang, don’t expect me to go easy on you."

Su Yang shrugged. "Bring it on."

"Let’s go."

Meng Wenzhou, sitting on the sidelines, waved impatiently. "Hurry up already!"

"Go, go!" Shen Yixue cheered from the sidelines, playing temporary cheerleader.

Pan Ning leaned against the chain-link fence, arms crossed, silently observing.

After rock-paper-scissors to decide possession, Su Yang’s team got the ball first.

Su Yang dribbled just outside the three-point line and called out to Tang Ziyun and Yaya, "You two, stay inside and guard their girls."

"Got it."

Zhang Ziming crouched low, arms spread, ready to defend.

Su Yang crossed over, trying to shake him, but Zhang Ziming—clearly an experienced player—reacted quickly and stuck with him.

Su Yang drove toward the basket. Han Xiaoyu and Tang Ziyun briefly tangled before Han Xiaoyu broke free and rushed toward Su Yang.

But Su Yang was already in motion. Unable to stop in time, Han Xiaoyu crashed into him, arms flailing.

Su Yang barely had time to register the impact before Zhang Ziming closed in. He jumped for a shot.

Clang!

The ball ricocheted off the rim.

"Damn!"

Thud! Yang Yuwei scooped up the loose ball.

"Here! Pass!" Zhang Ziming sprinted back to the three-point line.

Yang Yuwei tossed it to him without hesitation.

Swish!

Zhang Ziming caught and fired in one smooth motion—a perfect three.

"Not bad," Meng Wenzhou clapped from the sidelines.

Su Yang grinned. "Pretty sharp."

"You thought I was joking?"

Second possession. The winning team kept the ball.

Zhang Ziming drove, but Su Yang stayed tight on him, swiping the ball away mid-dribble and dishing it to Yaya.

Yaya awkwardly dribbled toward the basket.

Han Xiaoyu and Yang Yuwei double-teamed her.

Su Yang rushed over. "Here! Pass!"

Yaya blindly flung the ball his way.

Su Yang barely caught it, but before he could shoot, Zhang Ziming was already on him.

Su Yang faked, then ducked past him toward the hoop.

Yang Yuwei and Han Xiaoyu swarmed him, clinging to his arms like koalas.

Su Yang couldn’t even jump. "What kind of defense is this?!"

"Doesn’t matter, as long as it works," Yang Yuwei said, reaching for the ball.

She swung wildly—Su Yang lifted the ball just in time.

Yang Yuwei’s hand kept going—straight into his family jewels.

"OOF—!" Su Yang doubled over, wincing. "Dude, watch where you’re slapping!"

"Oops, sorry!" Yang Yuwei backed off, face red.

But thanks to his boosted physique, the pain faded fast. Seizing the moment, Su Yang jumped and shot.

Swish!

"Hey! You faked it!" Yang Yuwei pointed accusingly.

"Who's lying to you? You definitely fouled me."

"Foul... Fine... fine, I'll be more careful later." Yang Yuwei replied awkwardly.

"3-2 now, come on, let's go!" Liu Bo cheered from the sidelines.

The next round began with Zhang Ziming serving.

He passed the ball to Han Xiaoyu and immediately sprinted toward the basket. Seeing this, Han Xiaoyu quickly returned the pass to Zhang Ziming.

Su Yang seized the moment, darting forward and stealing the ball again.

"Heh, that pass was way too slow," Su Yang taunted as he dribbled outside the three-point line.

Zhang Ziming clapped his hands in self-encouragement and hurried to defend.

The two tangled near the three-point line for a few seconds before Su Yang shook off Zhang Ziming once more. He assumed Yang Yuwei and Han Xiaoyu wouldn’t double-team him as aggressively this time.

But he was wrong—both lunged at him again.

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