Chapter 146: Foolish and Silly

Letting loose?

Ming Han's heart ached. Was this how Chen Li evaluated him?

Who didn't know that he was a righteous gentleman who kept himself pure and practiced strict self-discipline?

"I was just helping a classmate carry her luggage," Ming Han said weakly.

Zheng Xue covered her mouth and chuckled. "Oh? The senior has turned into a classmate?"

Ming Han extended his hand. "Pardon me, fellow classmate! I am also a proud member of Class 8, Grade 1. I hope we can build a profound revolutionary friendship over the next three years."

Zheng Xue also extended her hand. "You're really interesting, classmate!"

At that moment, Wang Zhimin rushed over. "Bro, why are you at the entrance of our girls' dormitory? Even a rabbit doesn't eat grass near its burrow!"

Wang Zhimin's deadpan expression left Ming Han dumbfounded.

Weren't you the one who pushed me over here?

Having finished lecturing Ming Han, Wang Zhimin friendly introduced himself to the girls. "My name is Wang Zhimin. Please take good care of me from now on."

Huang Ying gave Ming Han a side-eye. "Look at him, how polite. Now look at you. See the gap between you two?"

Ming Han had grievances he couldn't voice. To think he had actually served as this scumbag's stepping stone.

...

Walking away from the girls' dormitory, Wang Zhimin was still reminiscing. "The girls in our class are really good-looking. Especially that one named Chen Li. She's practically the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

Ming Han replied indifferently, "She's not in our class!"

"How do you know?" Wang Zhimin looked suspicious. "You're going too far, Ming Han. To keep her to yourself, you're actually resorting to fabricating lies. I hope we can have a fair competition."

Compete with your sister! Ming Han suddenly felt a strong urge to beat the pulp out of this wretched fatty.

"Can you play basketball?" Ming Han suddenly asked.

Since he couldn't beat him up directly, he would have to teach him a lesson using another method.

Wang Zhimin sneered. "What's up, Ming Han? Want to play one-on-one? To be honest with you, I was the star player on my junior high school team. My signature little hook shot is undefeated across the realm."

Ming Han nodded. Let's hope you really are that awesome! Otherwise, you're going to feel pretty desperate in a moment.

Seeing Ming Han's skeptical look, Wang Zhimin patted him on the shoulder. "You'll see my strength in a minute! Masters are always low-key and only step up at the very last moment."

The two of them walked together to the basketball court. Because the semester had just begun, there weren't many people there.

"You guys are here too..." The one greeting them was Wu Xinhai.

"How did you end up sending a girl all the way to this place?" Wang Zhimin asked, puzzled.

Wu Xinhai waved his hands helplessly. "Three girls in a row mercilessly rejected me. Can this world show a fatty even a shred of kindness? I got sick of being rejected, so I came to the court to vent my dissatisfaction with the dark side of society."

Sigh!

Wang Zhimin patted Wu Xinhai to show his sympathy.

Then he said to Wu Xinhai, "This punk Ming Han says he wants to play one-on-one with me. You be the referee and see which of us has the superior skill."

Wu Xinhai shook his head. "Probably not today. A senior from the second year over there said he's setting a benchmark for us freshmen. You only earn the qualification to enter the court if you can beat him in a one-on-one."

"What the hell, youngsters these days are quite arrogant, aren't they? Looks like I'll have to go over there and teach him how to behave." Wang Zhimin rolled up his sleeves, eager to beat up that senior.

Wu Xinhai grabbed him and pulled him back. "What are you doing? You want to start a fight at Number One High School? Do you want to be the first student expelled before attending a single class since the school was founded? Number One High School shows zero mercy when it comes to fighting and brawls."

Wang Zhimin curled his lip. "A school like this just has too many trivial rules. Back in our junior high, we solved everything with fists. Simple and direct!"

...

That senior was rather arrogant. He cast a cold glance at the junior students. "What? Is this batch so weak that not a single one of them can fight?"

This senior possessed formidable strength and ranked quite high among the sophomore grade level.

Wang Zhimin couldn't stomach such arrogance from the senior. "I'm going to go take him on."

"Think twice! That senior is genuinely strong."

"Heh! Strong as he is, I'm no weakling either. Ming Han, pay close attention and get to know your roommate properly. He looks so low-key, but just imagine what terrifying power is contained within that small body of his." Wang Zhimin bragged shamelessly.

Ming Han was somewhat speechless. A small body? You're practically pushing 170 pounds!

Wang Zhimin walked toward the senior. "Bro, how are we playing?"

The senior looked at Wang Zhimin with disdain. "Up to you!"

"Let's play to six baskets! I don't want to waste too much time." Wang Zhimin said with utmost confidence.

The senior nodded. "Junior, welcome to Number One High School!"

The match began!

The senior made his free throw, winning the first offensive possession.

He first leaned his shoulder against Wang Zhimin, executing a very skillful drive toward the interior.

At a single glance, this senior was clearly a veteran of one-on-one games. His positioning against Wang Zhimin was strategic. Wang Zhimin had zero chance of stealing the ball, nor could he block the senior's driving path. The senior easily mused his way through for a basket.

Ming Han saw a trace of Fan Zenghui in this senior—referring to the senior's driving style, of course. Fan Zenghui's shooting ability was equally unbreakable.

On the next possession, the senior posted up against Wang Zhimin. Executing a crossover dribble with his back to the defender, he spun past Wang Zhimin the moment the latter sought a steal, finishing with a hook shot!

Only someone who spent years grinding in the paint could possess such solid low-post techniques. Ming Han practically saw the shadow of Brother Qiang in this senior, which made him eager to test the waters himself.

Hey! Brother, are you still making waves like that at your new school?

Guarding this senior was exhausting work for Wang Zhimin. Not only did he repeatedly concede points, but his previously pride-worthy bulldozing drives were rendered useless.

In the end, the senior won decisively with a score of 6:3.

"Good thing you said it was a six-basket game, otherwise it really would have wasted even more of my time," the senior sneered coldly.

Wang Zhimin hung his head in embarrassment. This was quite humiliating! He had boasted so confidently beforehand.

Having defeated Wang Zhimin, the senior swept his gaze across the assembled freshmen. "Who's next?"

This senior had already beaten six freshmen; he genuinely radiated the lonely sentiment of a master seeking defeat.

Wang Zhimin muttered resentfully, "If I were in my prime, he wouldn't be my match at all."

"What's wrong? Are you on your period today, unable to display your full strength?" Ming Han asked.

Wang Zhimin rubbed the back of his head honestly. "Uh! I saw too many pretty girls today, so my mind was a bit distracted."

Can that even count as an excuse? Ming Han finally realized that there would always be someone more shameless in this world. I'm sorry, Daxu, I always misunderstood you in the past.

"Boring!" The senior prepared to leave. "I'll leave the basketball court to you little newbies!"

"Senior, how about a match with us?" Ming Han stepped forward and said to the senior with a smile.

The senior looked at Ming Han and nodded.

"Junior, bring out your full strength!"

Ming Han clenched his fist earnestly and said, "Please enlighten me, Senior..."

Watching Ming Han's comical act, Wang Zhimin unhappily said to Wu Xinhai, "I always feel like this kid is kind of an idiot!"