Chapter 58: Humiliation under the crotch

"Still want to come?"

He Chen asked with a smile.

"Come! Whoever doesn't come is a grandson!" Fang Yifan stood up fiercely, his mouth still spewing harsh words as usual.

"What does this count as?" He Chen shook his head and laughed: "You want to be a grandson, but I don't want to crawl through the ashes!"

"What the hell are you saying!" Fang Yifan said angrily.

"You really think you're Jia Baoyu?" He Chen mocked: "Even asking people because you don't know what crawling through the ashes is? One moment daddy, one moment grandpa; if you're both daddy and grandpa, isn't that crawling through the ashes?"

"Fang Yifan, are you playing or not? If not, admit defeat!" Wang Yidi from outside the court shouted: "Don't drag it out there; you don't want to use this to cause a conflict and not honor the bet, right?"

Fang Yifan glared at Wang Yidi instantly.

This catfish spirit is getting more and more hateful!

She actually pointed out his little thought in one sentence.

Right!

Although he was angry at He Chen for saying something about crawling through the ashes, he indeed had the intention of using this to cause trouble and muddle through this game that looked like it was destined to lose.

It's just a pity that he was called out directly by the catfish spirit; now he couldn't do it even if he wanted to.

Otherwise, it would only be more embarrassing.

"Continue!"

Fang Yifan could only attack with the ball again. This time, even though he was fully prepared, he was still directly stolen from by He Chen, making him feel deep despair.

Fortunately, He Chen didn't take advantage of his unpreparedness to launch a fast break, but returned to the serve line very regularly, and then pushed the attack forward unhurriedly.

Fang Yifan was even more unhappy; this was clearly the posture of a cat playing with a mouse.

But admitting defeat wasn't his style!

So when He Chen tried to dry-pull jump shot again, he also flew up to interfere again.

But this time, the crisp sound of the ball going through the net entered his ears, making him feel terrible.

Sure enough, the cheering squad spontaneously organized by Wang Yidi, Deng Xiaoqi, and others outside the court started cheering for He Chen's goal again.

"3:0!"

Lin Lei'er, who was standing outside the court, was already pale, deeply worried for his cousin. He had never tried this kind of crushing loss, and just substituting himself in slightly made him feel unable to take it.

He didn't know if his cousin, who was always optimistic, could hold on.

It was probably hanging by a thread.

Because his cousin's state was clearly different from usual, feeling a bit broken.

Ji Yangyang looked at the court with a complex expression.

Originally, he should have been happy that Fang Yifan was embarrassed this time, which would very likely shift his hot search.

But watching Fang Yifan, who was becoming more and more broken, he felt a sympathetic heartache and discomfort, really wanting to tell Fang Yifan: "Or just admit defeat now; if you continue to persist, you will really be beaten 7:0, and after that, this pervert He Chen will only get stronger and stronger, and you will only lose more and more desperately! Believe me, I have experience..."

"Tao Zi!" Qiao Yingzi opened her mouth, wanting to call Fang Yifan to make him admit defeat, but she really couldn't open her mouth, worried that if she opened her mouth, it would only make things worse, so she could only grab her best friend's hand.

"I can't say it either." Huang Zhitao knew what her best friend meant, but she couldn't open her mouth either, otherwise, Fang Yifan would only be more impulsive and out of control, and it would make the situation more uncontrollable.

Opening the ball again, being stolen from again, ball possession returned to He Chen's hands. This time, He Chen didn't dry-pull again, but chose to dribble and break through, forcing Fang Yifan to retreat constantly, trying to block him.

And then he saw He Chen throw it casually, not looking like a proper shot at all. Sure enough, it didn't go in this time. Fang Yifan shouted excitedly in his heart: "Rebound! Good opportunity!"

Just as he wanted to jump with all his might, he suddenly felt dark above his head. Listening to the uproar outside the court, he knew it was bad; he feared something even more shocking had happened.

Could it be...

Fang Yifan had a vague premonition, looked up fiercely, and sure enough, saw a big "person" character flying over his head—it was actually He Chen!!!

The next second, He Chen had already arrived first, crossed over his body to catch the rebound flying in mid-air, held the ball with one hand, and heavily dunked the basketball into the hoop!

Dunk!!!

And it was a face-riding dunk!!!

Oh my god!

Fang Yifan was simply desperate.

This was a dunk; hardly any high school students could do it, and even those sports students who were good at basketball who could dunk were few and far between.

Even dunking was just a performance-style dunk that was barely done; it was very hard to do in actual combat, let alone this most brutal face-riding dunk!

Too brutal!

Fang Yifan looked at He Chen's expression as if looking at a pervert.

You have this level and could go to the NBA, yet you bully me, a high school student?

He Chen saw that he wasn't as angry as before, which was understandable since he had been dunked into a state of "broken jar, broken throw" and didn't care anymore; how could that be allowed.

So he smiled: "Nearly eighteen, knees empty, now a game, directly able to enjoy the joy of having grandchildren under your knees, thank you!"

"You!" Fang Yifan was incomparably angry.

Ji Yangyang even felt a bit of sympathy for Fang Yifan.

What joy of having grandchildren under your knees, it was clearly implying the face-riding dunk just now, and Fang Yifan had lost like a grandson.

He Chen was indeed vicious!

By comparison, the degree of his being slapped in the face by He Chen was definitely considered good.

Fang Yifan was the one who was truly miserable!

Some people who often interpret idioms differently had strange expressions.

What joy of having grandchildren under your knees, it was clearly a face-riding dunk, okay!

And is it a son or a grandson?

If it's a grandson, who is enjoying... under the knees?

Associating it with what He Chen said just now about crawling through the ashes, it really makes people daydream.

"5:0, still continuing?"

He Chen saw Fang Yifan was in a state again and asked with a smile.

"Fang Yifan, forget it!" Qiao Yingzi could no longer care about whether it would stimulate Fang Yifan or whether it would make He Chen misunderstand her stance, and opened her mouth to persuade: "Admit defeat! Losing to such a powerful He Chen is not embarrassing!" ===== CHAPTER 59 =====

"You!" Fang Yifan was incomparably furious.

Ji Yangyang even felt a bit of sympathy for Fang Yifan.

All that talk about "serving one's parents" and "playing with grandchildren" was clearly a jab at how he'd just been dunked on, with Fang Yifan losing so badly he was like a grandson.

He Chen was truly vicious!

By comparison, the degree to which he had been slapped in the face during his competition with He Chen was definitely mild.

Fang Yifan was the one who was truly miserable!

Those who often interpreted idioms in unconventional ways had even stranger expressions.

What "serving one's parents"—it was clearly a dunk over the head from between the legs, wasn't it!

And was it a son or a grandson, anyway?

If it was a grandson, who was the one being served... at the knees?

Linking it to what He Chen said earlier about "climbing the ash" or whatever, it was really easy to let one's imagination run wild.

"5:0, shall we continue?"

Seeing that Fang Yifan had entered his state again, He Chen asked with a smile.

"Fang Yifan, forget it!" Qiao Yingzi could no longer care about whether she would provoke Fang Yifan or whether He Chen would misunderstand her position, so she spoke up to persuade him: "Admit defeat! Losing to someone as formidable as He Chen is nothing to be ashamed of!"