The entire court was in a state of shock, from the spectators to the players and the referees. They all looked at Liu Yufei with a hint of pity. No matter how strong one's will, being blocked nearly ten times in a row would surely break anyone.
"Is this the ninth block?" someone murmured.
"So that guy wasn't bragging. What happened to him during the summer to make him so formidable? With this blocking skill alone, he could play in the NBA!" Zhuo Tairan also took a long time to recover from his shock. He finally realized that Zhang Fan hadn't been trying to show off; the guy was genuinely amazing now.
Zhao Qingqing and Ling Yanxue, standing nearby, heard this. Their eyes were fixed on the figure standing casually on the court, with a spark of admiration in them.
"So, do you still think it was luck?" After blocking Liu Yufei's shot for the tenth time, Zhang Fan looked at him with a smirk.
"Hmph, your blocking skills are indeed good, but with me here today, you won't score a single point!" Although Liu Yufei was shocked by Zhang Fan's speed and jumping ability, he wasn't one to admit defeat easily. He said coldly.
"It seems you won't be convinced unless I block ten or eight more times?" Zhang Fan chuckled. Liu Yufei truly had a competitive spirit. Most people would have collapsed mentally after being blocked ten times consecutively.
Liu Yufei was almost dazed by his own blocks, yet he hadn't broken down and still had the fighting spirit. This was indeed the quality of a qualified basketball player.
"If you want to go for a layup, you need someone to pass you the ball first," Liu Yufei scoffed, recalling what Lin Zihao had told him earlier, and turned to leave.
He knew that with Zhang Fan targeting him, he wouldn't be able to score today. Therefore, he didn't actively ask for the ball but kept moving, trying to tie Zhang Fan down and create opportunities for his teammates.
Even Zhang Fan, as powerful as he was, couldn't defend five people simultaneously within the rules of basketball. So, when his teammates got the ball,
They quickly evaded defense and shot a long-range mid-range jumper.
The shot went in. Score.
Class Two inbound.
The ball went to a point guard. Zhang Fan followed everyone else back onto the court.
Outside the three-point line, the players from Class Eleven were defending aggressively. Liu Yufei was also sticking closely to Zhang Fan, looking confident, as if he had him cornered.
The ball changed hands a few times. During this, Zhang Fan got two open looks, but everyone tacitly ignored him. Finally, the ball went to Lin Zihao, who broke through the defense, but the shot missed and went to Class Eleven.
Liu Yufei looked at Zhang Fan, who was completely ignored by his teammates, and felt a sense of triumph. Although Zhang Fan had blocked him ten times earlier, it hadn't changed his awkward position on the team.
Zhang Fan, however, didn't seem to care about this situation. He glanced at Lin Zihao, who was pretending to be oblivious, and had already made up his mind.
Because Zhang Fan was watching him, Liu Yufei didn't dare to shoot anymore. Therefore, Class Eleven's offense was carried out by the other four players, with Liu Yufei specifically tasked with tying Zhang Fan down.
Another shot, another hit.
Class Eleven took the lead. On subsequent possessions, Zhang Fan had open looks but still didn't receive a pass. This naturally caught the attention of some spectators, especially the students from Class Two. After several rounds, they could see that Zhang Fan's skill was undeniable, but his teammates simply wouldn't pass him the ball.
For a while, there were murmurs of dissatisfaction. Lin Zihao clearly noticed this, but fortunately, his skills were good. With Liu Yufei, Class Eleven's strongest player, tied down by Zhang Fan, the other players in Class Two, under his leadership, managed to tie the score with Class Eleven, so the dissatisfaction wasn't too great, merely whispered on the sidelines.
However, Zhuo Tairan, Zhao Qingqing, and others who were close to Zhang Fan were more anxious. They knew it was Lin Zihao's doing, but Lin Zihao held a leading position in Class Two's basketball hierarchy, so they, as outsiders, could do nothing but grumble from the sidelines.
It was Class Two's turn to inbound the ball again. This time, Zhang Fan didn't dutifully return to court. He sauntered across the court, seemingly preparing to get back in position.
However, at the moment of the inbound, he suddenly surged forward and, to the astonishment of many spectators and players, intercepted the ball directly.
"Brother Zhang Fan finally has the ball," Zhao Qingqing exclaimed excitedly.
"His dribbling is so smooth. It feels even better than Lin Zihao's," Zhuo Tairan observed Zhang Fan casually dribbling the ball. His palm seemed to have a magnetic pull on the basketball, making it exceptionally steady.
"Go Zhang Fan, dominate Liu Yufei!"
"Go Zhang Fan, dominate Class Eleven!"
"Go Zhang Fan!"
As soon as Zhang Fan got the ball, cheers erupted from the sidelines. Zhang Fan's previous ten consecutive blocks against Liu Yufei had unexpectedly garnered him a fan base. Since Zhang Fan had been on defense earlier, many were eager to see his offensive prowess.
"He actually stole the ball from his own teammate. Does he think he's good just because he can block?"
"Exactly. His teammates not passing him the ball must be for a reason. Someone with no team spirit like him doesn't deserve to play basketball."
"He went to steal the ball himself. If they lose the ball or Liu Yufei blocks him back, he'll be embarrassed, hehe."
"It's good that he went to steal the ball himself. It gives Brother Yufei a chance for revenge."
The students from Class Eleven were also paying close attention to Zhang Fan. After all, this kid had forced their main player into a defensive stance, making him afraid to shoot. Especially He Hui, who admired Liu Yufei, desperately wished for Liu Yufei to block Zhang Fan a few times and regain some face.
Lin Zihao and Liu Yufei were clearly not expecting Zhang Fan to do this. Lin Zihao hesitated for a moment before directing the other players to return to court.
On the basketball court, he could ignore Zhang Fan, but he absolutely could not contend for the ball with him. After all, they belonged to the same team. If he did that, he would likely be scorned by all basketball players at Donghai Seventh High School.
Liu Yufei, however, looked unexpectedly excited at this turn of events. Watching Zhang Fan control the ball, he immediately perked up, his eyes flashing with fierce determination. He stared intently at Zhang Fan, feeling that his chance for revenge had arrived.
Zhang Fan dribbled the ball, feeling incredibly at ease, as if no one could steal it from him. His teammates had all retreated to the three-point line to wait, but they wisely refrained from running to the basket for a pass. They knew that even if they desperately ran to an open spot under the basket, Zhang Fan would not pass them the ball.
Zhang Fan brought the ball to the three-point line and looked at Liu Yufei, who stood before him, ready for battle. He smiled and casually asked, "Are you ready to quit the school team?"