Competing in Strength is Su Bai's Comfort Zone

Before the game started, Niu Zhihong had been pondering a question.

Why did Su Bai keep smiling at him?

That kind of smile was clearly ill-intentioned, yet it was hard to point out any faults to his face. In short, it made him quite uncomfortable, sending chills down his spine.

"Brother Niu, when do we make our move... oh, I mean, use our feet?"

"Let's wait until the second half. By then, physical energy will be depleted, and the success rate will be higher."

"Oh, okay."

Niu Zhihong's lackey didn't look very bright, but the expression on his face definitely had a ruthless edge. This kind of person was well-suited to act as a thug for a boss. Although he lacked intelligence, this sort of thing didn't really require any brains anyway.

He couldn't let this guy steal the spotlight anymore... Niu Zhihong's thoughts were actually quite simple. However, simple didn't mean good; it could also mean simply being a bad seed.

As early as two years ago, when Niu Zhihong was running his Douyin account, many of his videos featured pranks that caused trouble for some of his classmates and even led to complaints.

But it wasn't a big deal. Niu Zhihong simply led his fans to crusade against those classmates who had complained.

How could mere students, without any power or influence, possibly win against him?

The strong were meant to ruthlessly humiliate the weak. Roar!

Growing up in a honeypot, this third-generation rich kid had developed a very self-centered behavioral habit.

And surprisingly, there were actually people who bought into this act, like the girlfriends he had dated, and the lackeys who idled around with him every day.

It could only be said that a good horse deserves a good saddle, and a bad horse gets a bad saddle.

For a piece of trash like Niu Zhihong, who didn't even qualify as a horse, it was only natural that he attracted a bunch of stray dogs hanging around him.

The only thing Niu Zhihong felt uncertain about was whether the foot-undercutting trick would succeed.

He had watched some videos of Su Bai playing basketball. This kid's physical fitness was absurdly strong, and he was very smart on the court, knowing exactly how to use his physical advantages.

His rough technique was secondary; after all, among the basketball enthusiasts in the school, few had refined skills.

It didn't matter. Today, he would be the one to crush him. Even if the foot-undercutting failed, it would at least mess with his mindset.

With an optimistic mindset, Niu Zhihong ran to the center circle for the jump ball against Su Bai.

He failed.

This immediately left Niu Zhihong dumbfounded. Holy crap, how was this kid's jumping speed so fast??

Some things could only be deeply understood when watched live. For example, many people watching a basketball game through a screen might think, "How is this guy so absurdly slow?" or "Why does this guy have no muscles at all, looking so tiny..." But when they get to the sidelines, they realize, "Holy crap, what kind of demonic muscle man is this?"

For instance, Niu Zhihong merely jumped a ball against Su Bai and already felt something was off.

Su Bai steadily tipped the ball into Chu Mingzhe's hands, then ran towards the opposite basket, starting to engage with the Economics and Management team... Which class were they from again? It didn't matter. In short, it was an inside brawl; in short, the battle was thrilling!

Eighteen years old, afraid of physical confrontation.

Truth be told, Su Bai and his roommates did have some chemistry. They executed a few consecutive attacks that looked quite decent.

But then again, it only looked decent. The strength of these guys from his class was limited, while the opposing Economics and Management team had a high concentration of sports students. After all, the courses in the School of Economics and Management had a lot of flexibility in difficulty... Well, that was the high-EQ way of putting it. In reality, the classes were just easy, so sports students liked to cram in there.

Although none of them were basketball majors, they were professional athletes nonetheless, which constituted a sort of bloodline suppression.

Watching his teammates repeatedly clank their shots off the iron, Su Bai saw that the score wasn't looking great, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

With an explosive dribble and a long stride, he used his backside to clear the way, bumping off the defender and throwing down a direct dunk.

Niu Zhihong: ???

Bro, seriously, are you the sports student here or am I?

The girls on the sidelines let out cheers that sent ripples through one's heart.

This kind of cheering was exactly what Brother Niu valued the most as an internet celebrity. Didn't young people just love to show off? Yet now, Su Bai had stolen all the attention of the girls. What made it even harder to bear was that the girls revolving around Su Bai were of absurdly high quality.

After playing the first half, the score was tightly contested, yet Su Bai had barely broken a sweat.

Niu Zhihong, on the other hand, was sweating profusely.

"Brother Niu, this Su Bai has got some skills. We need to focus on besieging him in the second half."

His lackey wiped his sweat, panting heavily.

Haha, besieging?

Niu Zhihong glared at him with a complex expression.

They indeed needed to besiege him, but putting it that way made him look pathetic, making it seem as if Su Bai's individual strength could rival their entire team.

If it came down to financial power, then perhaps... At this thought, the corner of Niu Zhihong's mouth couldn't help but twitch into a smirk.

Regarding Su Bai's wealth, he initially thought it was utter bullshit, purely exaggerated. He assumed Su Bai just had a habit of spending lavishly, but his family wasn't actually that rich.

After all, Niu Zhihong had been studying in Jiangcheng for a while now and had never heard of such a person; it was as if he had suddenly popped out of a crack in a rock.

However, piece after piece of news about Su Bai had been ruthlessly slapping Niu Zhihong in the face.

Damn it...

Let me probe into your background!

The frustration of being suppressed by Su Bai for half the game, mixed with his many recent grievances, transformed into motivation.

Niu Zhihong patted his lackey's shoulder, his eyes resolute.

"Just do as planned!"

On the other side.

Su Bai's mind was wandering when a familiar fragrance suddenly wafted over, and someone patted his shoulder from behind.

Turning his head, he was surprised to see Xia Lin.

"Xia, what brings you here?"

"To watch my student play basketball. I had a meeting just now, so I'm a bit late."

In Xia Lin's hand was a folding umbrella. It was a transparent style, quite ladylike, which, paired with her qipao-style dress, made her exceptionally eye-catching.

Compared to a traditional qipao, this so-called new Chinese-style design would look overly flashy on girls with average looks, but Xia Lin was able to pull it off perfectly without looking gaudy.

She wore a very clever, natural-looking makeup.

Chen Yusheng immediately turned serious. Just as expected, Su Bai was about to go on a trip, so all his female confidantes were coming to make their presence known in front of him.

Xia Lin took a towel out of her bag and helped wipe the sweat from the corner of Su Bai's forehead... even though he hadn't sweated much.

The symbolic meaning of this action far outweighed its practical value.

Immediately after, Xia Lin leaned in close to Su Bai's ear and whispered, "Stay safe. If he bullies you, hit back. I've got your back."

"Okay."

So Xia was here to supervise the battle.

Then there was even less of a problem.

The defensive intensity in the second half noticeably increased for both sides.

The classmates from Su Bai's class weren't very used to it, while the opposing team was accustomed to it. As class tournaments progressed, the skill level got higher, and the physical contact naturally became more intense. However, the referees were all sent by the school's basketball association, and their refereeing skills hadn't improved. Their foul-calling was mainly based on pure guesswork, and they missed many petty fouls.

However, this actually brought the game right into Su Bai's comfort zone. After a few consecutive possessions, the players who were "besieging" Su Bai all began to show expressions of pain.

Until one offensive play, Su Bai jumped up to shoot and, unsurprisingly, clanked it off the iron.

Just as he was preparing for a second jump to grab the rebound, he felt like he stepped on something upon landing.

Then he heard the agonizing wail of Niu Zhihong's lackey...

Huh?

Su Bai froze for a second before he realized what was going on.

So this was what they called an undercut?

It seemed that due to the massive gap in their physical toughness, this bro's bone fractured the moment Su Bai stepped on him.

That's it?