A brilliant basketball journey, a dazzling spectacle.

Chapter 28 The Jinyang District Basketball Hall Incident

What Wu Yun didn't expect was that the other person left the field after finishing speaking.

"Where are you going?" Wu Yun asked, somewhat puzzled.

"We'll take a break, and our friends will take their turn next." After the other party finished speaking, three burly men, all averaging over 1.9 meters tall with the tallest being at least 2 meters, walked into the arena.

Wu Yun was a little confused: "You...you guys aren't fighting anymore?"

"Let's take a break, now it's their turn."

"Okay...okay." Qin Yu, standing behind Wu Yun, smiled slightly.

Wu Yun is quite good at choosing venues; of these twelve venues, theirs is currently the largest.

"Du Dewu, do you think it's okay to fight them?" Wu Yun looked to Du Dewu with hope, automatically ignoring Qin Yu, because he saw the eager light in Qin Yu's eyes.

After all, Du Dewu was about the same height as him, both being a little over 1.7 meters tall.

"Since you brought me here, how could I possibly refuse? Just hit me."

"Huh?" Du Dewu's answer surprised Wu Yun.

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you. Just give me guidance." Du Dewu said to Wu Yun with a smile.

"Hmm... okay." Wu Yun felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind. What on earth was this all about?

Choosing the wrong friends? Can't you see you don't want to fight?

"Hey, have you guys decided yet? Shall we start the game? The courts at Jinyang Stadium are really lively. If we don't start soon, other people will come and take over the courts." The middle-aged man, wearing jersey number 21 and about 2.05 meters tall, said to Wu Yun.

The three men were all wearing black jerseys.

The older man, number 21, passed the ball to his teammate, number 16. Number 16's teammate was an outside shooter and didn't penetrate; he was being defended by the shorter Du Dewu.

"Hey little guy, how long have you been playing basketball?" The outside player wearing the number 16 black jersey wasn't in a hurry at all.

"Uncle, I haven't been playing for very long either. Why don't you give me the ball? Otherwise, I'm afraid my teammates will complain."

"You brat, you still say you can't last long? Look at your skin tone, you couldn't get this tanned without spending three months in the sun."

The older man wouldn't listen to this brat's made-up stories.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

The basketball bounced rapidly off the ground.

The uncle dribbled the ball faster and faster, his body swayed sideways, his right hand slapped the ball to the left, and then his right hand quickly reached the position before the ball bounced up, hooking it to the left. The ball went around his back to his left side and bounced back to his right side.

At this moment, the uncle shifted his weight to the right, and in one swift motion, he and the ball passed right by Du Dewu.

This move stunned Wu Yun and left Qin Yu speechless.

"Uncle, you played really well."

"You flatter me. It's just a matter of practice."

The atmosphere at Jinyang Basketball Gym was really great. Qin Yu smiled slightly; this was exactly how it should be played to be fun.

Three-on-three is sometimes more interesting than five-on-five.

This tactic might not be very effective in five-on-five matches, but it can be quite useful in three-on-three situations where the field is wide open and one-on-one against Du Dewu.

However, Qin Yu was more concerned about how Du Dewu would respond next.

He watched from under the basket as the older man rushed towards him, while Du Dewu followed closely behind. Another older man under the basket, wearing jersey number six, squeezed next to Qin Yu, blocking his position.

"Kid, your opponent is me. Let this old man have some fun with your buddies," Uncle Number Six said to Qin Yu.

The guy in the black jersey, number 16, didn't rush to shoot after getting past Du Dewu. "Kid, there's still time, want to try and grab it again?"

"Uncle, how can I compare to you? There's almost a 20-centimeter difference in height between us."

"Hey kid, you're pretty self-aware. But that's not good. You can't go on without fighting spirit. You have to have it." The uncle's lips curled into a smile as he watched Du Dewu secretly move towards him.

"Oh, you saw right through me, Uncle," Du Dewu laughed.

boom! boom! boom!

Uncle number sixteen was still dribbling the basketball.

"Uncle, here I come!" As soon as Du Dewu finished speaking, his body instantly sprang to a stop, like a catapult, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the side where the basketball was being dribbled and reached out to grab it.

The uncle's smile widened even more.

boom!

The basketball suddenly changed direction, switching from the man's left hand to his right hand behind his back. Du Dewu missed his target.

The man spun sideways, and the basketball returned to his left hand. He was now facing the basket, having just been facing Du Dewu.

Suddenly, Du Dewu, who should have disappeared from his sight after turning around, suddenly reappeared in front of the uncle.

"Thanks, sir."

A figure glided across the ground. The man felt his hand suddenly go empty; the basketball, which should have bounced back, was suddenly snatched away by the figure that flew close to the ground, heading straight for the three-point line.

What's going on? That speed!

Before the group could react, a graceful parabola suddenly appeared from the right at a 45-degree angle.

brush~

Without a backboard shot, the net rippled.

Hollow-core netting.

The man in number sixteen was stunned, as was the man in number twenty-one who was defending Wu Yun, and even the man in number six under the basket. The lively atmosphere that had been just moments before quickly turned sour.

The excitement usually starts when everyone is at a similar level, or when the one with the advantage starts it. But in this case, it is the originally weaker party that suddenly erupts.

"What a coincidence, what a coincidence. Thank you, sir. This is such a coincidence. I never expected the ball to go in," Du Dewu said, scratching his head and laughing.

"Yeah, that's true. It was a lucky shot from beyond the three-point line that went in."

"Yeah, no one was defending us just now," Du Dewu "explained" for the older men's team.

"Kid, don't call me uncle, call me Brother Yang."

"I'm not much older than you, only thirty years old." Uncle Sixteen—Brother Yang—was quite open-minded.

One shot went in, one shot went in; they could just casually shoot from beyond the three-point line, it must really have been a fluke. The older players had a temporary respite.

Qin Yu threw the ball to the older men's team.

The number 21 guy outside the three-point line is holding the ball that Qin Yu threw to him.

"Uncle, let's serve like the loser did," Qin Yu said in a deep voice, wearing a mask and sports glasses.

"Hey kid, aren't you hot? It's pretty hot in this arena."

"I have pimples on my face." Qin Yu was a man of few words; after saying five words, he fell silent. The more he said, the more mistakes he would make.

Seeing that Qin Yu didn't speak, the older man under the basket stopped chatting.

However, this time, the number 21 guy outside the three-point line kept an eye on Qin Yu – with so much equipment, he should be a breakthrough point.

The older man threw the ball directly towards the backboard, and the number six man jumped a step ahead of time, anticipating the moment the ball hit the backboard.

The man's arm quickly went over the rim, and the bouncing basketball was about to fall into his hands.

Uncle Number Six smiled. This time he was confident. He was ready to dunk and show these kids what he was capable of.

Just as the basketball was about to reach him within his reach for a putback dunk, "Watch out!" came the voice of the number sixteen uncle from behind.

Then he saw a hand.

Bang~!

The hand slapped the basketball hard, sending it flying off the backboard. As he fell, he saw Qin Yu still rising.

That bullet speed is absolutely terrifying.

Uncle Number Six was startled.

Uncle Number Twenty-One outside also witnessed this scene, which was truly outrageous—the one who came later arrived first.

Wu Yun stared blankly at Qin Yu's shot.

It's 2-0. But Wu Yun hasn't even touched the basketball yet.

"Brother Yun, the next ball is up to you," Du Dewu said to Wu Yun with a smile.

"Okay, okay, no problem," Wu Yun replied.

Upon hearing Wu Yun's answer, the three middle-aged men exchanged glances.

Uncle number 21 will kick off again.

This time, the older man played steadily and passed the ball to number sixteen, a man who was about two and a half meters tall.

Due to the significant height difference, the man in number sixteen caught the ball steadily.

"Kid, looks like you need to take more calcium supplements, otherwise your 'baby' won't grow properly and you won't be able to catch the ball later." Uncle number sixteen looked down at Du Dewu in front of him.

Du Dewu was somewhat helpless; the height difference was almost thirty centimeters. "Uncle, it's not nice of you to expose my shortcomings like that."

"Hahaha, kid, alright, alright, then I won't mention your height. But it's a fact." The older man chuckled, and this time he passed the ball back directly to the number 21 server.

As Wu Yun watched the ball pass to him, he moved to block number 21's move. At that moment, number 16, a 2.05-meter-tall man, quickly ran to Wu Yun's side and set a screen with number 21.

Wu Yun was blocked for a moment, and Uncle Number Twenty-One successfully broke in.

When Du Dewu saw Uncle Number Twenty-One suddenly enter, he quickly stepped forward to try to stop him.

Having just witnessed Du Dewu's speed, how could Uncle Twenty-One possibly make the same mistake as Number Sixteen in front of him?

As middle-aged men, they naturally understand the importance of correcting mistakes and won't forcefully try to compete on technical skills.

The ball was passed back to the number 16 uncle.

The man with number sixteen was standing outside the three-point line. The man under the basket gestured towards the rim.

Wu Yun looked helplessly at the 2.05-meter-tall Uncle Sixteen in front of him—his height was about the same as Du Dewu's, so how did he end up guarding against Uncle Sixteen?

Is this any different from Dude's armed defense?

"Huh? I just realized you and that kid are about the same height. Are you twins?"

"Uncle Number Sixteen asked."

A slightly bewildered Wu Yun was wondering what the question meant—twins? Does he look a lot like Du Dewu? Their skin tones are obviously different, aren't they?

boom! boom! boom!

While Wu Yun was still in a daze, the uncle suddenly started the engine.

Then, after two steps, a jump shot.

brush~

Hollow-core netting.

Wu Yun turned around and saw the ball fall from the net and hit the floor.

"Brother Yun, I understand. You were demonstrating to me—" Du Dewu struggled to find the right words, intending to praise Wu Yun. "I get it, Brother Yun. You were demonstrating 'knowing shame and then striving for courage, not being arrogant in victory, nor discouraged in defeat.' Are you about to go on a killing spree, Brother Yun?"

After a moment's thought, Du Dewu finally came up with what he considered the best words.

"Hey kid, I didn't realize you were doing this on purpose."

"I knew you were moving so slowly just now, you were practically ignoring me. Turns out you were letting me have the ball, showing this kid how to play." Uncle Sixteen recalled Wu Yun's movements. It turned out the other guy was doing it on purpose. He had thought it was because his skill had improved that he could get past him so easily.

"Kid, you'd better play seriously, or I'll feel insulted," Uncle Sixteen said to Wu Yun.

The guy in number six, who was battling Qin Yu under the basket, looked at Qin Yu and asked, "Hey, is he the best of the three of you?"

Qin Yu, who hadn't intended to speak, glanced at Uncle Six, then at Wu Yun, and replied, "Yes!"

Although Wu Yun was standing at the three-point line, he was less than eight meters away. He heard it clearly, and countless curses ran through his mind—he was really serious just now, he didn't do it on purpose!

At this moment, looking at Du Dewu who was still smiling at him, he suddenly realized that this kid might also be digging a pit for him.

"Brother Yun, keep it up! Show them your true skills and let them shine!"

"Kid, it's your turn to serve." The older man under the basket picked up the ball and tossed it to Wu Yun beyond the three-point line.

The 2.05-meter-tall Uncle Sixteen did not switch with Uncle Twenty-One, so the current positions on the court are Wu Yun at the top of the three-point arc, with Uncle Sixteen guarding him.

The uncle observed Wu Yun very carefully, and seeing that Wu Yun seemed to have flaws everywhere, he couldn't help but be shocked—this...is this a master?

Indeed, there are flaws everywhere, yet none of them are flaws at all.

Then the uncle saw Wu Yun gently toss the ball towards Du Dewu.

Du Dewu starts the game and receives the ball.

"Brother Yun, that was a brilliant pass!" Du Dewu exclaimed.

The number 21 guy defending Du Dewu tried to catch up, but Du Dewu was too fast.

With Qin Yu blocking his position under the basket, Du Dewu took a step back, then suddenly stopped and jumped for a mid-range shot.

The orange arc slammed into the basket from the air, creating a splash of red, white, and blue netting.

"That was a brilliant pass." Before Du Dewu could speak, Qin Yu spoke first.

Du Dewu glanced at Qin Yu, a sudden look of understanding flashing in his eyes. Although he was a little confused—wasn't Qin Yu with Wu Yun?—he felt like he'd found a kindred spirit. Suppressing a smile, he continued, "Brother Yun, that was brilliant! I've learned something. Is this the legendary 'I want the ball, and the ball will be where it's supposed to be'?"

"Kid, I didn't realize you had such a good passing technique."

"Looks like I'll have to be extra careful from now on." The 2.05-meter-tall Uncle Sixteen's eyes sharpened considerably.

The ball is received from the inside, and this time the older players inbound it.

The number 16 guy was preparing to inbound the ball beyond the three-point line. Given the height difference, Wu Yun only symbolically blocked the guy's path and then reached out to block him.

Uncle Number Sixteen looked at Wu Yun and chose the most conservative high pass, which was still passed to Uncle Number Twenty-One who was standing with Du Dewu.

Wu Yun had anticipated this as well, so when the 2.05-meter-tall uncle raised the ball high above his head, he symbolically waved his hand, then turned and charged directly at the number 21 uncle.

Seeing the two players double-teaming him, and having just realized Wu Yun's "expert" skills, the number 21 uncle panicked slightly. He was a half-beat slower when he got the ball, and the agile Du Dewu swatted it away.

The ball bounced right into Wu Yun's hands as he rushed over.

Wu Yun was stunned for a moment, and then he felt that his hands had caught the basketball before his thoughts could even process them.