Chapter 38

At this level of dunking, Yu Xuegong was confident that even with No Badges, he had a high probability of executing a Successful Block; now, his block success rate had increased by 50% out of thin air.

He felt that this instantaneous block success rate might have already exceeded 100%.

Boom~!

A dull sound, like slapping a watermelon.

Yu Xuegong Kazuma accurately blocked the basketball; the opponent only felt a sudden emptiness in his hands as the ball was swatted away in an instant.

Whoosh~!

The ball flew out at high speed, soaring far toward the spectator stands, then crashed straight into the railing of the stands.

On the other side of the railing, Aomine Daiki was just passing by.

For a moment.

Aomine Daiki turned his head to look down at the court below, his eyes carrying a hint of surprise.

But that was all.

Soon, he and Kuroko Tetsuya left the spectator stands.

Up on the court, Yu Xuegong Kazuma didn't care; he merely looked Aomine Daiki up and down with curiosity before, as the referee blew the whistle ending the match, began lining up with his teammates.

For Yu Xuegong Kazuma, the reason he trained so seriously and hard was simply that the feeling of fighting (showing off) on the court made him very happy.

Of course...

The implicit reason inside the parentheses actually accounted for a larger part.

Including but not limited to enjoying the cheers of the audience, and the attention of opponents, teammates, and everyone.

As for the Generation of Miracles, these protagonists, he would feel curious, after all, these people were representative figures of sci-fi basketball; besides that, their existence was merely interesting opponents who could use cheats.

As for that move just now, it did look a bit like provocation, but it was actually just an accident.

Hmm...

Definitely an accident.

Yu Xuegong Kazuma was never the type of person who liked to provoke opponents.

If he provoked opponents...

It was mostly because the team's tactics required it.

The match ended.

Bai Shui Middle School broke through the first round with a score of 101:41.

After the match, Takefusa Masaki and others were very excited, because this was the first time in nearly three years that Bai Shui Middle School had broken through the first round in a tournament of this level.

The last time they broke through the first round was the last time, back then, including Takefusa Masaki, none of them had entered Bai Shui Middle School yet.

Coach Xinsongzhi's face also wore a rare smile, after all, Bai Shui Middle School had never been a basketball powerhouse, lacking that kind of foundation; their basketball never pursued the talents of the players.

"Teaching without discrimination" was roughly the concept of junior high basketball for Coach Xinsongzhi.

But as a coach, it was impossible to say he didn't hope for results; if he could go a step further, such as leading Bai Shui Middle School, this unknown school, into the national tournament...

At this thought...

Xinsongzhi, already sixty-three years old, felt his heart suddenly heat up.

"It's not completely impossible!"

He looked at Yu Xuegong Kazuma ahead, who was bowing to the opponents.

A hidden ambition somewhere in his heart was gradually breaking through the soil, and being fiercely watered by Yu Xuegong Kazuma as the source.