Chapter 310: It

This top-tier basketball battle inexplicably began with a girl who emerged from a talent show, making it utterly absurd.

But clearly, Bai Liang's fans are the righteous side this time!

You cowered and got crushed when facing Bai Liang, yet you're surprisingly skilled at bullying a little girl.

Your fans are just like you—cowardly little mice~

Chinese people have always valued courage above all.

Even if you know you can't win, at least you'll earn the praise: "Respect—you're a real man."

If you can't beat Bai Liang, at least have the guts to step up and fight.

The brave rage and draw their blade against the stronger; the cowardly rage and draw their blade against the weaker.

This quote is truly from Lu Xun.

While Bai Liang's fans chased after Li Yifeng's fans, Wu Moufan's fans just watched from the sidelines.

Will you get on the court or not?

They're feeling a bit restless.

After all, two of the three top idols have already clashed—they feel it's disgraceful to stay out of it.

But the problem is: who should they support?

They can't possibly fight both sides—that'd be pure madness; they can't even beat one.

Logically, they should support Li Yifeng, since the two once co-starred in the movie "Old Beast" and were once fairly close "bros."

They even posted on Weibo calling each other brothers, tagging one another, and referring to themselves as "Fanren" and "Fengzi."

It looked like genuine brotherly affection.

Someone else might have jumped in, but over the past two years of fighting against Bai Liang's side, they've never won.

They're practically traumatized—it's genuinely nerve-wracking.

Moreover, since 2017, Wu Moufan and Li Yifeng haven't interacted at all—so they're no longer bros.

What if they just support whoever wins? That way, they're guaranteed never to lose?

Not just fans—even the main figures themselves are just watching the spectacle.

Wu Moufan: Can you handle it, Xiao Li?

His focus was even stranger—he first went to look into the "originator," Chen Yihan.

Because her appearance matched his type.

Hey~ little sister.

How old are you?

After checking her profile, he found she was already twenty-one—he instantly lost all interest in learning more.

Too "old"—not his type.

Then he turned back to watch the fan clash between Bai Liang and Li Yifeng; seeing Li Yifeng's side collapse instantly, he immediately told his team to slightly rein in their fans.

He certainly couldn't fully control them, but he could at least ensure they didn't enter the fray.

Let's not waste time online blabbing—have the guts to meet offline.

Lately, Wu Moufan's been doing pretty well, thanks to Ah Kun, who's greatly improved his public image.

Even HuPu, which had always been at odds with him, after Ah Kun's sudden rise, habitually compared him to Wu Moufan—and found Wu Moufan surprisingly more tolerable.

People are just like that—everything suffers from comparison.

Of course, this shift in public opinion pleased Wu Moufan, but he disliked the wording.

What do you mean "not as bad as Wu Moufan"?

Meanwhile, watching Bai Liang's public favorability steadily rise—the man he'd hated for years—he decided it was time to strike back hard!

This is why Wu Moufan accepted the invitation to "This Is Basketball" and agreed to participate in a celebrity exhibition match.

He truly wanted to beat Bai Liang once!

His basketball skills are indeed far superior to his hip-hop talents—he's even played in the NBA Celebrity Game.

As for Bai Liang's basketball ability, there's little video evidence online.

Some so-called streetballers have posted online claiming they've played with Bai Liang, gushing about how strong he is.

You don't even need to read it—everyone in the entertainment industry knows who's who~

Others even claim Wu Moufan has the best basketball skills in the entire entertainment industry and could play in the CBA.

After searching everywhere online, apart from scattered clips or photos, the only relatively complete footage was from the drama "A Little Thing Called Love."

But what's shown in TV dramas—would you really believe that? If so, wouldn't "Basketball Fever" be real too?

In short, after all this research, Wu Moufan arrived at the "This Is Basketball" filming location with full confidence.

Zhejiang University's Zijin Gang Campus Gymnasium, Yuhang City.

The production team built a dedicated basketball court here to film most of the indoor competition segments.

When Wu Moufan arrived, he found the area around the gymnasium already lively.

Many Zhejiang University students stood outside, holding "autograph books," seemingly waiting for signatures and photos.

Seeing this, he immediately put on a clean, boyish smile, ready to fulfill his "fans'" small wishes.

He was in a good mood today.

But when he reached the gymnasium entrance, he realized something was off.

These Zhejiang University students didn't seem to care about him at all.

A few girls did gasp his name upon seeing him, causing slight commotion.

But most people barely reacted—glanced at him, then went back to chattering among themselves.

Their faces screamed "indifference."

Wu Mofan froze in surprise—this wasn't right!

Aren't I supposed to be top-tier now?

Only when he looked closer did he realize the college students weren't holding signature notebooks, but damn it—exam prep materials for civil service and graduate school!

The realization made him stagger instinctively; he hurried inside and let out a long breath.

Close call—I almost got "contaminated" by knowledge.

As Bai Liang's "greatest rival," Wu Mofan naturally knew him well.

He also knew exactly which target these students were after. Damn it, the bastard isn't even playing the entertainment game—he's pulling dirty tricks.

Shouldn't a real superstar rely on looks and fans? You're relying on studying?!

That's not fair!

And why the hell is the show filming at Zhejiang University?

This kind of school is totally Bai Liang's home turf.

After venting furiously in his mind, he went to meet his teammate for today.

The greeting was a casual "Hey, not bad," followed by a quick discussion on how to play today.

Li Yifeng was also confident, saying, "You're so strong—we can just crush them easily."

Just be careful—Zhou Dong's passes aren't always catchable.

Wu Mofan replied, "OJbk! We're brothers united—over two hundred jin together—we'll knock that bastard Bai Liang flat and take back everything we lost."

At that moment, Zhou Dong passed by, holding a milk tea, sipping it happily.

Oh wow! Not bad~

You've got serious presence!

He didn't really hold a grudge against Bai Liang—just got utterly crushed by him in two gaming matches.

To be precise, the girl named Chen Duling hit him even harder.

After that exhibition match, plenty of fans mocked him for getting beaten by a girl—it was just a bit embarrassing.

So today, this is mainly the young people's battle; Zhou Dong said he'd just handle assists.

As for breakthroughs, confrontations, and all that—he wouldn't interfere; he'd give the youth more stage time.

Wu Mofan: Senior, you're magnanimous!

But Li Yifeng sensed something odd—he glanced at Zhou Dong's milk tea and asked casually, "Where'd you get this?" Zhou Dong: Oh, Bai Liang gave it to me.

Then they went to the locker room to wait for the official recording to begin.

But as Wu Mofan reached his own locker room door, he heard laughter and commotion from next door.

His agent immediately turned to a crew member, "Is this…"

"This is Teacher Bai's locker room," the crew member replied instantly.

The agent, who had just opened his mouth to ask them to quiet down the neighbors, swallowed his words and retracted his "celebrity privilege."

But Wu Mofan's confidence was soaring now: "I'll just pop in for a visit."

How can a basketball game happen without some trash talk before the match?

His agent couldn't stop him—he'd already taken two steps over.

Besides, Bai Liang's locker room door wasn't even closed; Wu Mofan tapped once, and it swung open on its own.

Then he saw what was inside.

A guy in a tank top, showing off a massive tattooed arm that didn't look like a decent person, was arm-wrestling Bai Liang.

!

First glance: the tattooed arm. Second glance: the muscles.

The flexor muscles on his forearm rolled like coiled steel cables beneath bronze leather!

The visual impact—anyone who saw it would mutter: What a beast!

But the most terrifying part? This beast had lost!

"What the hell are you?! How the fuck are you so strong?!" Jiang Jinfu cursed, shaking his hand, staring at Bai Liang in disbelief.

"Means you only trained dead muscle."

"Bullshit! I do plenty of cardio—otherwise how'd I stay this lean?"

Wu Mofan swallowed hard:. You call this lean?

At this point, the men inside hadn't noticed the spectator at the door; when Jiang Jinfu stood up, something fell from his pocket.

It hit the floor with a crisp clink.

"What's that?" Bai Liang asked curiously.

"Oh, knuckle dusters—I figured better safe than sorry, right? Might as well brawl sometimes—it's basketball, after all." Jiang Jinfu said casually.

Then he rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a small wrench.

"I brought a few—want one?"

"Sure~"

Bai Liang didn't waste Jiang Jinfu's "kindness"—he took it, swung it once, and found it surprisingly comfortable.

Anything else?!

Jiang Jinfu was still digging in his pockets!

Zhu Yilong: I don't need one, right?

Still, to fit in, he accepted the retractable baton Jiang Jinfu handed him.

It was cleverly made—about the size of a pen—but its stainless steel construction gave it surprising heft.

It felt heavy in hand; a casual flick extended it to full length.

Sure enough, easy to carry around.

What a fine weapon!

Zhu Yilong: This guy who retired from the scene, how is he like Doraemon? Just how many treasures does he have hidden in his pockets?

So, this is the result of going to Japan for "advanced study"? Advanced study with the Yamaguchi-gumi?

"Hey!"

At this moment, Jiang Jinfu was once again the first to spot Wu Moufan at the door.

The next second, three pairs of eyes looked over together, and some kind of invisible pressure made Wu Moufan feel a bit short of breath.

No need to say more about Jiang Jinfu — those big floral sleeves and muscles are intimidating enough.

Zhu Yilong, at this moment, had his brow slightly furrowed, his expression gloomy, giving off a murderer vibe.

As for Bai Liang, he was as harmless as ever, but hanging out with these two, his gentle appearance also created a stark contrast.

Mm, a bit twisted!

Weren't you guys here to play ball?

How Wu Moufan left from the doorway of Bai Liang's lounge, he could no longer quite remember.

As if in a daze, he was back in his own lounge, falling into a long silence.

Honestly, the odds of those three guys being weird are naturally extremely high — what lunatic would actually start a fight while recording a show?

Except Jiang Jinfu.

That guy has already retired from the scene.

Damn it, Bai Liang came to record the show and play ball, and he actually brought a bodyguard along?!

"You say, was he scared just now?"

"You're Bai Bai Daxian, you have magical powers, so him being scared is totally normal." Jiang Jinfu quipped.

Don't even mention Wu Moufan — even he sometimes feels a little "scared" of Bai Liang; this guy isn't normal.

Zhu Yilong also nodded. Every time they meet he gets shaken down for a "friendship fee," so he has plenty of say on the matter.

However, Bai Liang glanced at Jiang Jinfu's tattoos and said, "You still dare pin the blame on me? Tattoos, huh? Triad? Hurry up and use sleeves and knee pads to cover up those tattoos on your body, or else the show's crew will have to censor you."

"Put mosaics on my body?" Jiang Jinfu was stunned for a moment.

"Oh right, you stayed in Japan for quite a while. Over there, putting mosaics on the body usually means—"

Weird laughter rose again in the lounge, hehehehe~ just like the evil villains in novels.

The next room heard it and tensed up all over.

Luckily, Miss Jing Tian arrived quickly to "enforce justice." The moment she showed up, those guys who had looked like bad news all inexplicably turned "docile."

In an instant, they all turned into sunny, cheerful big boys.

Too bad Wu Moufan didn't see it.

"Welcome everyone to—"

The show officially began recording.

While running through the routine, Li Yifeng noticed his "Bu Rou" looking a bit dazed, so he patted him lightly, telling him to perk up — he'd be going into "battle" soon, and he was the core of their team!

Wu Moufan hurriedly shook his head: No no no, you're the core, I'm here to assist you.

Li Yifeng scratched his head. Of course he had far more self-awareness than Rickey Davis; how could he really believe that.

Get it together, man, you're our "James"!

You got this, we can win~

A dozen or so minutes later.

Crash!

Li Yifeng, who had slid a full meter across the floor, felt his head buzz.

What just happened?

He just felt his opponent seem to "fly" up, and then his vision went black—

When he looked up and saw Bai Liang still hanging on the rim, he finally remembered — oh, I'm playing basketball.

Crap.

I told you to worship Lord Guan, not to become Lord Guan.

This really is "Dunk of China" now?!

He didn't instinctively get angry out of embarrassment, but looked, bewildered, at Wu Moufan, his "Bu Rou," who was avoiding his gaze and "defending" Jiang Jinfu with his eyes.

However, the entire recording set had already erupted!

The show's contestants were howling and hollering, so excited they nearly jumped up and ran wild all over the court.

Almost none of them could hold it in.

Even though Li Yifeng was the team leader for half of them, these basketball-loving guys could still be instantly ignited by a powerful tomahawk dunk.

See~ this is basketball!

Even the two pro players on site didn't bother with commentary, but joined the hype squad, cheering and shouting support.

At this moment, Bai Liang, having landed, reached out a hand to Li Yifeng. "You okay?"

"I'm—"

"Come on, this is just the beginning. You got this."

Just the beginning?!

He turned to look at the scoreboard. Two to zero.

Li Yifeng: Can I still say I'm not okay now? ——

Three updates, muah, begging for monthly tickets.

(End of this chapter)