Treatment of Drone Aerial Photography

Among everyone at the scene, the happiest were undoubtedly the students from the school's Student Union Sports Department.

After all, the “effectiveness of event organization” was their key performance indicator.

But deep down, they all knew the truth—an ordinary basketball game wouldn’t draw such a crowd. Even when the school team faced off against their local rivals, the stands never filled up completely. So how was it possible that a simple outdoor class tournament attracted so many people?

The senior acting as the referee asked a few passersby and finally figured out what was going on.

All eyes were fixed on Su Bai, burning with intensity.

“If only this guy could make it through every round,” the referee muttered to himself.

“Just call it fairly for the winner—no need to overthink or be biased.”

A sudden female voice interrupted, making the referee a bit puzzled.

Turning around, he found himself a little flustered. “Ah, Senior Xia Lin… When did you get here?”

“Just arrived. I’m here to watch the students I’m coaching compete. Hmph... It feels like the class is really united, full of youthful energy!”

The referee wholeheartedly agreed with Xia Lin’s assessment.

Disagreeing wasn’t really an option—anyone involved in the Student Union knew Xia Lin well. She wasn’t an ordinary woman, and her family’s influence was even more extraordinary.

Meanwhile, elsewhere…

“Hey, Tao, that compression shirt you’re wearing underneath is a bit over the top…”

In the basketball team, both Xue Tao and Chu Mingzhe were present. Interestingly, despite their relatively short stature, their skills ranked among the best in the class. Honestly, the third class had a bit of an overcrowded backcourt.

Thankfully, Chu Mingzhe was eccentric enough to call himself the “super sixth man,” claiming he was the team’s X-factor.

This perfectly solved the problem of having too many guards but too few starters.

Man, this team really needed a champion-level coach. That guy could confidently run a five-guard lineup, putting the tallest player in the center position.

But that wasn’t the most laughable part.

At this moment, the players were all wearing the class’s custom-made uniforms, which, to be honest, were a bit ugly. But whatever, at least they were easy to recognize.

Xue Tao had layered a so-called muscle-support compression shirt underneath, but Su Bai thought the guy didn’t really have much muscle to support…

The compression shirt was Xue Tao’s favorite “LeBron James” theme, but the shirt bizarrely combined the color schemes of three different teams…

Is this really what a LeBron superfan looks like? Su Bai wanted to ask.

“What’s wrong? I think it looks cool,” Xue Tao said, completely confident.

“Alright... Hey Chu, uh, you’re wearing so much protective gear. Did you fall last night or something?”

Su Bai shifted his gaze to the other legendary roommate, Chu Mingzhe, who was decked out with a headband, wristbands, elbow pads, and professional knee braces.

Dude, are you here to play football or something?

“Haha, I didn’t fall. Just being cautious. After all, this isn’t the big city—people here play rougher basketball…”

Ignoring Chu’s naturally weird prejudice for now.

In any case, the game kicked off in a rather informal atmosphere.

The jump ball was Su Bai’s responsibility, facing off against “Ludan.”

Right from the start, these two instantly grabbed the audience’s attention—judging by their builds, they were clearly the key players on their respective teams.

Since the girls were all here to watch Su Bai, Ludan naturally got cast as the big villain.

“Heh, man, you’re really popular. Just wait—once I beat you, I can finally start my Douyin account tonight,” said Ludan confidently.

“...So straightforward. Bro, have you always been this honest?” Su Bai was starting to sweat.

“These girls don’t understand men. Guys like you, all show and no substance, will get drained by booze and women in no time. Totally useless,” Ludan said.

“Uh, whatever you say. No point arguing,” Su Bai replied.

Jump ball.

Ludan made a preemptive move, jumping for the ball before the referee actually tossed it.

This is totally different from a false start in a race. False starts get you disqualified, but a jump ball violation? Unless it’s really blatant, refs usually just let it slide.

Then he saw Su Bai, clearly a half-step slower, launch himself up with astonishing explosiveness and firmly tap the ball toward the Computer Science Class 3.

???

Holy crap, he can jump that high?

Ludan was stunned. As an athlete, he’d seen plenty of guys who could run and jump, but what was going on with Su Bai?

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Mostly from the girls, their cheers were less intense but had a teasing, heart-fluttering quality.

Playing in this kind of atmosphere felt pretty great.

Su Bai passed the ball to a teammate and let them run the offense while he moved inside to tussle with the opponents.

“Tussle” was a bit of an exaggeration for the physicality here because… well, how to put it?

Even Ludan, a lean athlete himself, wasn’t exactly muscular, so he had no confidence going head-to-head with Su Bai.

After Su Bai snatched three offensive rebounds right over his head in a row, Ludan quickly made up his mind.

“There’s no way I can handle him... Seriously, where did he come from? How does a regular academic guy get this strong?”

Ludan knew his stuff. He figured Su Bai could easily meet national first-class standards in multiple sports if he tried. So why was a guy like that stuck in the Computer Science department?

Still, the game was intense and the score close. Su Bai hadn’t really attacked much at the start, mostly letting his teammates take the lead.

About five minutes in, Su Bai decided to show off a bit.

Xue Tao’s shot missed, but Su Bai timed it perfectly, jumped up, and slammed the ball home.

The girls’ cheers grew even louder and more excited.

The referee looked a bit dumbfounded. Whoa, whoa, whoa—dunking in a game like this?

Usually, dunks are rare at this level. Most players can barely manage a decent layup in class matches.

“Little bro is amazing... Oh no, can’t waste this moment. Time to bring out the secret weapon,” Xia Lin decided, calling her roommate to grab something from the Science and Technology Association.

The Sci-Tech Association was a student group similar to the student council, usually involved with campus innovation competitions.

Her roommate was an undergrad who worked in the association and loved tinkering with electronics, a pro at soldering circuit boards.

Now she was a grad student majoring in electronics.

So during halftime, Su Bai saw Xia Lin on the sidelines fiddling with a drone.

“Xia Lin, what’s that?”

“Looks like you’re playing pretty well. I thought I’d help your team record the game. This drone is from the Science Association—they’ve already got it approved. It’s pretty handy.”

See, that’s the art of talking.

Su Bai figured that Sister Lin was probably just showing off a little, wanting to film his dunk to use as some kind of evening entertainment. Yet she managed to say it with such a righteous, high-minded tone. Not bad—definitely worthy of Sister Lin.

He didn’t mind, either.

Getting drone footage for a simple class match? If this went online, people would probably start complaining that Jiangcheng University is just some flashy, influencer-driven school.

But anyone who really understood things knew it had nothing to do with being an internet celebrity. It was simply that Su Bai was treated too well by Xia Lin.