Chapter 50 Brandy Withdraws

Su Can.He pulled out the paper marked with Su Can's name, threw it in front of Su Can, and sneered coldly, "Take a look! Do you think you did well"Su Can picked up the試卷掉在地上的試卷，拍去上麵的灰塵，然後攤開看了一眼，翻到最後一...Chapter 50: Leslie Cheung Retreats

A ball rolled with a "gurgle" sound in front of Su Can. He bent down to pick it up, and Jiang Li had an expression as if she couldn't bear to watch, saying, "It's over! 'Third-rate technique.' Throw the ball, throw it to Sister Lin!"

Zhao Lu’s two people became even more vigilant at this point. Their relatively tall statures blocked Lin Luoran tightly; allowing her to get the ball would be extremely concerning. To be honest, if not for this girl now being out of breath and greatly reduced in physical strength, they truly wouldn’t have been able to pull away.

The Zhao Lu who had originally been blocking Lin Zhouta gave a snort and laughed. He started to avoid the sluggish Lin Zhouta whose speed and agility were affected by his energy consumption due to fatigue, moving toward Su Can instead. Although he wasn’t fast, in his mind, he was thinking of first regaining some energy before taking the ball from Su Can’s hands and going on a quick offensive.

Among their four people, although Su Can also felt somewhat tired, he had consumed the least amount of energy. After all, he rarely got hold of the ball, allowing it to stay in his possession for less time than others like Wang Weiwei did. Everyone could see that Su Can was like a ball machine for them; as long as they passed him the ball, he would definitely pass it on.

Therefore, Zhao Lu came up to Su Can with open arms in a bear hug pose, indicating that his surroundings were sealed off and he couldn’t escape. He pointed at the ball in Su Can’s hands and joked, "Give it to me."

Jiang Li got excited over Zhao Lu openly showing off like this, saying sarcastically, "Tch! Do you think you’re Stephen Chow"

Su Can looked up and saw that white, shiny backboard far away, as well as the iron hoop on it. Underneath this hoop, Wang Weiwei, Lin Zhouta, and even Lin Luoran were all cornered by the opponent’s towering stature, unable to fight back due to their depleted energy.

Su Can's hands, which were smaller compared to his future self, gripped the basketball tightly. He understood that maybe his final choice wouldn’t be to obediently hand over the ball to Zhao Lu or let him take it forcefully; either way would result in the same outcome. But he still had one last choice.

His palm pressed against the round ball and then curled inward into a grip, while his other hand supported the ball. Su Can’s slender fingers were as delicate as if they were made for playing the piano, but despite their recent swelling from playing basketball, this didn’t affect his ability to grasp the full weight of the ball, its arc, or predict where it could fly under the force he applied.

Su Can thought maybe this was what Lin Luoran meant by feeling for the ball, and also the accumulation of sensation and control over it from his recent relentless dribbling training.

Stability! Lin Luoran repeatedly mentioned this word, referring to mental stability. But now, Su Can possessed physical stability as well.

He leaped into the air, feeling light and natural in the sunlight. As a result, Wang Weiwei and others naturally witnessed him rising above Zhao Lu's head while holding the ball.

A pass! Instinctively jumping up, Zhao Lu extended his arms like an ape, thinking to himself in a flash: "Desperate measures!"

No, this isn't a pass! Wang Weiwei’s eyes narrowed.

Lin Luoran was already preparing for the rebound.

Tall and slim, both hands holding the ball, launching it with an arc that seemed to follow some fundamental principle. In the sunlight, there were no shadows left behind as the ball flew over everyone's heads.

Liu Yiran couldn't help but feel his blood boil, Jiang Li raising her hand vigorously, already fearlessly cursing out loud, "Third-rate technique... just throwing it randomly..."

Near silence, the ball hit the iron rim of the hoop slightly and bounced up before dropping straight through into the net.

"What a load of rubbish!" Jiang Li's final curse broke this instant's stillness. But she quickly covered her mouth.

Zhao Lu and others exchanged glances.

“...Carelessness!” When picking up the ball again, someone muttered angrily.

"No big deal! It's just that this guy got a bit lucky! This isn't over yet!" Zhao Lu gritted his teeth.

The game continued, but some rules had changed. Balls which were originally never passed to Su Cen now frequently found their way to him via Wang Weiwei, Lin Zhounv, and Lin Luoran. Then, Su Cen would often jump up off the ground and shoot from close range. This dangerous yet thrilling trajectory of the basketball repeatedly set this court, with its hint of lake breeze, alight.

Even under the harassment of a few people at the end, Su Cen maintained an accuracy rate exceeding 50%. Often after intercepting the ball, Su Cen would jump and shoot. Although Zhao Lu's side had relatively taller players who focused on blocking Su Cen’s shots, once Su Cen executed his quick moves and shot from mid-range, their previous advantage turned into history.

Towards the end of the game, Zhao Lu and others no longer exhibited their initial nonchalance but instead tightly guarded Su Cen in a desperate attempt to prevent him from scoring. This rookie's sense of ball control and precise shooting skills already chilled them to the bone; whenever the ball landed in his hands, they felt an unease as if their parents had forgotten to check on unfinished homework tasks assigned by teachers. As expected, Su Cen did not perform any fancy dribbling tricks or even take two steps before releasing the ball. With each shot soaring above their heads, these players were elated whenever Su Cen missed a shot.

In Zhao Lu's eyes, dark clouds overshadowed the clear sky.

At times, infuriated, he would curse loudly, "Can’t you just dribble for two more steps!"

"Sorry, I’m not good at it," Su Cen’s reply nearly caused Zhao Lu's heart valves to twitch. They were not afraid of intense physical play but detested this kind of long-range sniper tactics that steadily drained their game.

The score was 17:13, then 19:17 and finally settled at 19:23.

Zhao Lu held the ball and slammed it hard on the ground as a release of frustration. It bounced high up into the air, causing some bystanders to feel anxious, thinking an inevitable fight was about to break out.

Wang Weiwei and Lin Zhoudance unconsciously gathered around, ready for a brawl if necessary; they weren't too afraid of it.

Zhao Lu stared blankly at Su Cen before sneering. He walked up to Su Cen’s side, "You’re quite the sharp shooter with your three-pointers. Let's exchange pleasantries." The other three beside him were reluctantly accepting this reality but didn’t dare to voice their discontent.

Before Su Cen could respond, Wang Weiwei hooked his arm around Su Cen’s neck and proudly faced Zhao Lu, “Su Cen is my brother!”

Zhao Lu gritted his teeth as he stared at Su Cen with a mix of regret and dejection before turning away. "Alright then, let's go!"

Standing by the side were Liu Yiran, Jiang Li, and several young guys who had approached them without realizing it. They cheered upon seeing this scene.

In the afternoon, when Lin Luoran invited Su Cen to have dinner, Su Cen shook his head and said, "I came today to deliver goods for my family. Coincidentally, I found you guys here. I need to go back first. It was a great day; maybe we can meet again sometime."

"You should come more often!" Lin Zhouwu had long regarded Su Cen as their brother since the incident with Zhao Lu and sounded quite reluctant.

Su Cen smiled, "We could still see each other at school."

Lin Zhouwu didn't say anything. Lin Luoran seemed to be in deep thought. Su Cen knew that despite their appearance of freedom, the paths of these kids' lives were not simple. Today they ran away from home with no adult supervision to study in Xia Hai; tomorrow they might return to their hometowns. For ordinary people, fate was like a predetermined path that could hardly be altered.

For them, life's path was as elusive as the day and clouds, vast yet hard to find one’s own trajectory.

Su Cen's rebirth not only changed his destiny but also gradually influenced those around him through subtle details in daily life.

Jiang Li, who was thirteen years old, looked intently at the direction where Su Cen had left on the bus from the lakeside road outside the hotel. Following behind with her was Liu Yiran, scratching his head and asking, "What's wrong"

Smiling shyly, Jiang Li blushed and said, "I don't want to marry Takeshi Kaneshiro anymore; I'd rather marry Su Cen!"

Liu Yiran tugged at the curls on his forehead, pretending to be mature as he replied, "That’s complicated..."

Jiang Li nodded in agreement and looked back at Lin Luoran's figure, saying, "It is indeed complicated, what with Sister Lin around too!"

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Prompt a call for favorites and votes. Brothers, shake hands!k their breath until they noticed Wang Ming’s gaze turn towards them. They finally let out a long sigh and bent down halfway, "Ah!" sending water splashing around like a depth charge. This drew laught...