Little did they know, Lin Xuan had been on guard from the start. He didn’t dodge, acting as if he noticed nothing, and continued running forward.
"Lin Xuan, watch out!"
The hearts of the female spectators leaped into their throats, their nerves frayed for Lin Xuan.
He absolutely couldn’t fall!
One female student clasped her hands together, silently praying for Lin Xuan in her heart.
If Lin Xuan really got hurt, they would be devastated.
Wang Dahe, who was recording the scene, also witnessed what was happening. Yet, he remained completely unruffled, his expression utterly calm.
Trying to mess with Lin Xuan?
Did they really think Lin Xuan would be that easy to take down?
They were only setting themselves up for humiliation.
A smirk crept onto Wang Dahe’s face as he prepared to enjoy the show.
Just as the Yundu University basketball team member was about to trip Lin Xuan, the latter suddenly grinned and stomped down hard—deliberately.
"Aaaaaah—!" The player let out a blood-curdling scream.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
"Let go!" The player’s face twisted in agony.
Lin Xuan pretended to only just realize what had happened and released him.
"My apologies, classmate," he said innocently. "I didn’t notice you sticking your foot out, so I accidentally stepped on you."
His tone was the picture of sincerity.
The Yundu University player glared at him.
As if Lin Xuan hadn’t known!
He was certain Lin Xuan had done it on purpose—but since he was the one who had initiated the dirty play, he had no grounds to complain.
If he reported it and they checked the footage, it would be clear he had stuck his foot out first.
He was left swallowing his anger.
"No worries," the player forced a strained smile. "Accidents happen on the court. It’s normal."
The spectators finally exhaled in relief.
Thank goodness Lin Xuan was unharmed.
If he had been tripped and injured—especially his face—they would have been heartbroken.
The Yundu University team, however, refused to give up. They were still scheming against Lin Xuan.
At this point, Yundu University hadn’t scored a single point.
If things continued this way, they would suffer the same humiliating shutout as the last game Lin Xuan had played in. Where would their pride be then?
But no matter how many times they tried—
Lin Xuan remained unscathed, while they were the ones left bruised, stomped on, and grimacing in pain.
Lin Li gritted his teeth.
Why was Lin Xuan so untouchable?
Clenching his fists, he watched Lin Xuan sprint across the court before charging at him recklessly.
BAM!
The two collided.
Logically, Lin Xuan, being the one in motion, should have been the one hurt. Yet, he stood perfectly unharmed, while Lin Li was sent sprawling face-first onto the ground.
He lay there, utterly humiliated.
Lin Xuan walked over and looked down at him with feigned concern.
"Lin Li, are you alright?"
"I was just going for the ball—I didn’t see you coming. At this speed, I should’ve been the one knocked over. But here you are, flat on the ground." He paused, then raised his voice deliberately.
"Could it be that after losing that part and becoming a eunuch, your body’s just… weaker now?"
The entire crowd erupted.
"Pfft—HAHAHAHA!"
Laughter roared from the stands.
Even Wang Dahe, filming with his phone, shook with laughter.
Lin Xuan was brutal.
He’d just publicly called out Lin Li for being castrated.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Lin Li must be fuming.
Lin Li’s face darkened with rage. "Lin Xuan! Why would you humiliate me like this in front of everyone?"
"My apologies," Lin Xuan said, playing the innocent saint again. "I was just concerned about your health. I didn’t mean to accidentally expose something so… sensitive."
A vein throbbed on Lin Li’s forehead.
"By the way, Lin Li," Lin Xuan tilted his head, "why did you run straight into my path? That’s a great way to get hurt."
"I—I was just trying to steal the ball!" Lin Li scrambled for an excuse. "I didn’t notice you coming."
Lin Xuan arched a brow, unconvinced.
"Is that so?" He nodded slowly. "My mistake, then. I thought you did it on purpose."
"Funny how all your Yundu University teammates keep ‘accidentally’ getting in my way—sticking out feet, bumping into me. Lucky for me, I’ve managed to avoid injury every time."
The Yundu University players flushed crimson with shame, their heads hanging low.
The spectators whispered among themselves.
"He’s right. They’ve been targeting Lin Xuan all game, trying to hurt him. But he keeps outsmarting them."
"I bet they realized they couldn’t win fair and square, so they resorted to dirty tricks to force him off the court."
"Ugh, how pathetic! Losing is one thing, but stooping this low? Disgusting."
Even Yundu University’s own female students sneered in disdain.
One male student couldn’t take it anymore. "Whose side are you on?! You’re supposed to support your own school, not the opponent!"
From the start, these girls had only cheered for Lin Xuan—never for Yundu University.
It was infuriating.
So what if Lin Xuan was good-looking and fit?
Were they really that shallow?
Already furious about the team’s underhanded tactics, the girls turned on him instantly.
"Shut up! I’ll support whoever I want!"
"After what Yundu University’s team pulled? I’m ashamed to share a campus with them!"
"You’re defending them? Are you just as rotten? Can’t win, so you resort to cheap shots?"
Their verbal barrage left the guy speechless.
He wisely shut his mouth.
Never argue with an angry mob of women. He regretted opening his mouth.
By the end of the game, Yundu University’s score remained a big, fat zero. The players slumped in defeat.
Wang Dahe grinned as he reviewed the footage.
Lin Xuan looked absolutely legendary in this video.
And since Su Hua adored Lin Xuan, she wouldn’t let these guys off easy.
Perfect. She could teach them a lesson on his behalf.
As Lin Xuan’s best friend, Wang Dahe had Su Hua’s contact—she’d added him to stay updated on Lin Xuan when she wasn’t around.
He sent her the video with a caption:
[Su Hua, check this out—Lin Xuan’s basketball game today. He was unstoppable.]
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