Chapter 54: Want to slap my face? Do you have the strength for that?

Time rewinds one minute.

Fang Yifan rushed to the playground the first moment, holding the basketball, playing while waiting for He Chen. When he saw He Chen coming over, he was already prepared.

Watching He Chen chatting and laughing with Deng Xiaoqi, one of the school beauties, the jealousy and anger in his heart grew even stronger!

Fine!

You threatened the chastity of my goddess, destroyed the intimacy of my childhood sweetheart "brother," made my mother even more irritable, and tore my life into pieces.

But you!

My goddess speaks for you, my childhood sweetheart "brother" listens to your words, the catfish spirit Wang Yidi has been infected by your poisonous tongue, and now you are walking and laughing with a long-legged school beauty who can sing and dance.

Between the positive and the negative, you have gathered many female friends for yourself and reduced the female friends around me.

You aren't learning proper things, you're learning military strategy books, right!

If I were wearing a piece of spiritual jade around my neck right now, I would smash it at you to see!

Unfortunately, he didn't have one!

And even if he did, without the care of Grandmother Jia, who could control the fate of others, even if he really smashed it, it would be of no use.

So he could only rely on himself.

He didn't have a spiritual jade to smash, but didn't he have a basketball to smash?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. While playing with his ball partner, he was brewing in his heart. He, who was last place in the whole school in math and physics, was in an unprecedented peak state at this moment, and he calculated the attack trajectory.

This was a calculation in constant flux, and it also required his precise control.

He had done it all.

When He Chen entered the strike range, he was also prepared the first moment, letting his ball partner find an opportunity to jump and shoot, while he leaped up, jumping higher than ever before, and precisely slapped the shot basketball with one palm.

The basketball heading toward the hoop was immediately knocked away, flying toward He Chen.

Fang Yifan, who had leaped and landed, turned his head to look, and discovered that the basketball's trajectory could directly hit He Chen's face, and he couldn't help but reveal a look of ecstasy.

What could be more satisfying than slapping a face?

Although it wasn't directly slapping He Chen's ear, he slapped the basketball, and the basketball then hit He Chen's face; if you round it up, it's equivalent to him slapping He Chen's ear.

The key was that afterward, he could completely have a reason to shirk it.

He wasn't doing it on purpose!

It was just an accident!

Playing ball and such, this is very normal!

As for being happy?

That's because I blocked the shot, and it was an unprecedentedly beautiful big block; can he not be happy?

Thinking of these wonderful benefits, Fang Yifan's smile became even more brilliant.

So satisfying!

But such a satisfying internal monologue was still too short.

No way!

The path time of the basketball being knocked away was too short.

When he thought it was about to hit He Chen, who was still chatting and laughing with Deng Xiaoqi and not looking this way, seemingly completely unaware, he saw He Chen reach out abruptly without even looking and block the basketball that was about to hit his handsome face.

What made him even more unable to accept was that He Chen also showed off a one-handed ball grab.

Among the big and burly NBA players, this feels like a basic operation, after all, their hands are too big, and grabbing the ball is simple.

But in reality, among them, these amateur basketball enthusiasts, hardly any could do this.

Damn it!

He Chen got to show off!

"What are you doing?" Deng Xiaoqi reacted later and looked at Fang Yifan with shock and anger.

She didn't believe in any accident or purpose; she only knew this must be an intentional accident!

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention while playing, if you don't believe me, ask him!" Fang Yifan naturally used the excuse he had prepared.

Although the ball partner vaguely felt that Fang Yifan had a bit of an intentional flavor, he couldn't be sure.

Because he didn't think Fang Yifan had the strength to completely control the field, otherwise, wouldn't it mean he was very bad?

So when Fang Yifan pointed at him to testify, he nodded subconsciously.

"It's fine." He Chen saw through Fang Yifan's little thoughts at a glance, laughing secretly in his heart, saying it with his mouth, and threw the basketball back with one hand.

Fang Yifan reached out to catch it, but the basketball's trajectory, which was originally estimated, suddenly accelerated and changed track, rushing past his closed palms, and smashed onto his face with one ball.

"Holy shit!"

Fang Yifan was both painful and angry, and a bit confused. When he didn't know what was going on, the ball partner watching the fun had already spat out profanity again and screamed.

This kind of basketball that suddenly accelerated halfway, it was the first time he had seen it, giving people an extremely weird and unnatural feeling.

If it wasn't an accident, but intentional, then it was too awesome.

Fang Yifan didn't have the rational, objective, and fair attitude of the ball partner. Originally, he wanted to smash He Chen's face with a basketball to vent the anger in his heart, but now, after making the most perfect block, he didn't succeed, but instead was solidly hit in the face by He Chen's backhand ball.

Not to mention the physical pain on his cheek, he couldn't accept the huge gap between this positive and negative on a psychological level either.

This made him glare at He Chen with burning anger: "You dare hit me!"

"I'm returning the ball to you!" He Chen explained with a half-smile: "Who knew you couldn't catch it, I really didn't do it on purpose, if you don't believe me, ask him!"

"Mm! We all saw it!" Fang Yifan's ball partner already respected and admired He Chen very much, and he really didn't think anyone could deliberately do that step just now, so it must be an accident.

He could agree with Fang Yifan, but at this moment, agreeing with He Chen, who was clearly more innocent and credible, naturally had no psychological obstacles.

"You!" Fang Yifan was suffocated.

This matter really couldn't be investigated deeply; he could only admit that his skills were inferior to others.

Originally, his plan was to make He Chen look good, preferably to provoke He Chen, and then have a one-on-one basketball confrontation.

He wanted to defeat He Chen in a head-on duel to prove himself!

As for why he chose basketball?

That was because he had heard in the afternoon that He Chen didn't participate in any activities during PE class; it was clear he only knew those slow-moving Crane Fist Turtle Breathing techniques that only grandpas learned, and wasn't good at basketball, which was a very technical and intense head-on confrontation sport.

And he, whether it was basketball, soccer, piano, or dancing, had all sorts of hobbies; there was nothing he couldn't do, and nothing he wasn't good at.

Plus, he had just learned a few basketball tricks, and had the confidence to let He Chen be physically slapped in the face by him first, and then make a fool of himself in front of everyone, striking He Chen on a psychological level.

But now, He Chen first reached out and caught the ball with one hand, then threw it lightly, actually creating such a weird scene, directly smashing his face, and conversely making his face ache.

In his heart, he suddenly wasn't so confident about his basketball face-slapping plan anymore.

Should he continue?

He Chen sneered in his heart.

How could Fang Yifan understand his methods!

He practiced four sets of Crane Fist and Turtle Breathing every day, and had long ago practiced something extraordinary; the internal energy or true Qi of the martial arts world had really been practiced by him.

His essence, Qi, and spirit were improved in all aspects; his five senses were sharp, his movements were fast, and he could make people scream and jump with just a flick of his finger—these were all the added effects of internal energy and true Qi.

Leaving a hidden force on the basketball, accelerating and changing track halfway, just like a satellite in space using a jet to maneuver—very scientific! ===== CHAPTER 55 =====