"Mr. Zhao, Yan, which one of you would like to go first?"

Qin Yang glanced at Zhao Youliang and Yan Weifeng, picked up a basketball, and asked.

Yan Weifeng and Zhao Youliang exchanged a look, realizing that both of them looked quite embarrassed. Whoever went first would be the first to lose face.

Making two or three out of seven shots would be fine, but if they couldn't make any, then they'd lose face big time.

"Yan, since you were the one who suggested the competition first, why don't you go first?"

Qin Yang smiled softly and tossed the basketball in his hand to Yan Weifeng.

Looking at the basketball in his hand, Yan Weifeng raised his eyes to look at the hoop across the court. His face turned from pale to red, and then from red to pale again.

From such a long distance, he really hadn't tried much. Who would shoot from their own half to the opponent's hoop? The success rate was too low unless there were only a couple of seconds left in the game and the ball couldn't be brought to the opponent's half, only then would one take the risk.

On the basketball court, most shots were two-pointers. The closer to the hoop, the higher the success rate. Even shooting from beyond the three-point line had its risks.

At this moment, all eyes on the scene shifted to Yan Weifeng.

Yan Weifeng was one of Jiang University's campus heartthrobs and had the reputation of being the "Basketball Prince" on the court. Now it was his turn, and people were curious about how many he could make.

Under everyone's gaze, Yan Weifeng's handsome face showed changing expressions. Finally, he took a deep breath and looked darkly at Qin Yang, gritting his teeth.

"I forfeit."

Yan Weifeng's voice was hoarse, filled with reluctance.

As he said these three words, frustration surged in Yan Weifeng's heart.

Originally, he had proposed this competition to show that girl how excellent he was at shooting, but now, before competing, he had already forfeited.

However, this was the best choice now. If he competed and didn't make a single shot, he'd lose even more face.

"Forfeit? Yan Weifeng actually forfeited?"

"The competition hasn't even started, and he already forfeited..."

"..."

The crowd present immediately began to discuss.

"Bro Feng..."

Bai Qiao's face turned extremely unpleasant upon seeing Yan Weifeng forfeit.

However, Yan Weifeng didn't glance at anyone present. He decisively threw the basketball aside, walked off the court, paused for a moment, and then, with hands behind his back and bent knees, began to jump forward, exactly like a frog jump.

Upon seeing Yan Weifeng starting to frog jump around the court, the place erupted.

Some mischievous male students even took out their phones to take pictures. After all, the Basketball Prince losing to a freshman was a big story; it would definitely become popular on the university's BBS forum.

Several girls who were fans of Yan Weifeng's handsome appearance held water bottles with pained looks.

Thus, the basketball court scene became: Yan Weifeng frog jumping with his hands behind his back, a crowd gathered behind him, many taking pictures with their phones.

From afar, some students who didn't know what was happening also gathered around, and the crowd kept growing until the basketball court held about three to four hundred people.

Qin Yang glanced at Yan Weifeng, who was frog jumping, feeling no sympathy. After all, this guy wanted to step on him in front of so many people.

"Mr. Zhao, your turn?"

Qin Yang turned his gaze to Zhao Youliang and said.

Zhao Youliang's expression also kept changing. From such a distance, he didn't think he could make five shots like this kid.

"I forfeit as well; a wager is a wager."

Zhao Youliang glanced at Ouyang Qing, exhaled, and said reluctantly.

Now that he forfeited, he could still retain some dignity. If he went up and couldn't make a single shot, he'd lose even more face, revealing a significant gap with this kid.

At this point, Zhao Youliang also stepped off the court and began frog jumping like Yan Weifeng.

Behind Zhao Youliang, some students naturally formed a crowd.

At this moment, around the basketball court, two figures were frog jumping in front, with a group of students behind them chattering about what just happened.

Seeing this, Qin Yang didn't say much. These two were smart enough. Frog jumping around the court was like exercise now, considering both wanted to step on him.

Fatty, Pei Tong, Lin Dongling, and their group all gathered around Qin Yang.

"Third brother, you were so awesome. Just with one throw, the ball hit the hoop on the other side."

Fatty said excitedly.

"Yeah, third brother, if you joined the NBA, you'd be awesome. Just stand in your own half, and the ball can be passed to you for a shot."

Pei Tong nodded, excitedly said.

"Haha, that was without interference, and only in this position. With interference, I might not have made it."

Qin Yang smiled softly and said.

Of course, Qin Yang was just saying that casually; he didn't want to appear too transcendent.

"I still think it's really impressive,"

Lu Dongshan said.

While Fatty, Pei Tong, and others surrounded Qin Yang chatting, about six or seven hundred meters away from the basketball court, there was a Western restaurant named "Sea Rhythm."

In a university campus, restaurants and hotels aren't unusual. Many campuses have them, especially at a renowned university like Jiang University.

With outside guests, schools often choose to host them in on-campus restaurants and hotels, so many key universities have some high-class hotels and restaurants.

This "Sea Rhythm" restaurant happens to be one of the high-end restaurants at Jiang University.

However, the prices inside aren't especially high, with an average of over two hundred per person. Students often come here for birthdays or dates, as the environment is excellent.

The "Sea Rhythm" restaurant has five floors, each with a height of about ten meters. It's decorated grandly and majestically, with clear views of the basketball court from the fifth floor.

At this moment, on the fifth floor of the restaurant, three figures were seated at a table in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window, watching the distant basketball court scene.

The table was laden with sumptuous food, like steak, salad, and red wine.

"Haha, this kid really knows how to show off."

Sitting by the window, a young man took a sip of red wine and looked out toward the basketball court, with a smirk full of disdain on his face.

The young man wore a white shirt embroidered with faint dragon patterns. He had short hair, and his eyes occasionally glimmered.

Sitting across from the young man were Luo Chuilang and Lv Chao. At this moment, Luo Chuilang could barely sit down with some difficulty, still in pain.

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