The basketball match finally started. Both Ye Jiu and Chen Shan, the leader of Hang Yuan High School's basketball team, stood in the center of the court for the jump ball.

The moment the referee blew the whistle, the cheerleaders of Hang Yuan and No.1 High School all waved the pom-poms in their hands vigorously and shouted madly.

Ye Jiu and Chen Shan had the same height, but he was thinner than Chen Shan. However, his jumping power was greater than Chen Shan's by a large margin.

Chen Shan missed his chance and cursed inwardly.

Song Fang got the ball first, and the opposing team immediately went up to him to intercept him.

"Lu Yubai!" Song Fang shouted and passed the ball to Lu Yubai.

The game had just started 3 seconds ago, yet No.1 High School was in the lead. Right now, not only the cheerleaders, but the entire audience in the gymnasium was shouting madly.

"Ahhh, Ye Jiu! Ye Jiu has the ball!"

"Ye Jiu, you're so cool!"

"Way to go, Song Fang!"

Ye Jiu had just come to No.1 High School half a month ago and seldom went to play basketball on the basketball court. He looked as if he was not interested in anything, but he was more popular in school than Lu Yubai and his group. After all, he had a good-looking face.

However, he was slightly different today. Besides him, the rest of the five boys from No.1 High School had serious expressions on their faces as well.

It was a full match, and after the first half of the match ended, the winning team could ask their own cheerleading team to perform on the stage again, while the losing team would not have the chance.

Fu Zhi changed back into her own clothes after her performance ended. She had only mastered one song, but Su Xing had prepared two songs for their team.

Cheerleaders in short skirts were standing behind their respective basketball hoops, and the scene looked very pleasing to the eye.

By the time Fu Zhi came back from the dressing room, the match had reached a stalemate.

Everyone was standing inside the 3-point line. The ball was in Lu Yumo's hands now, while the rest of his teammates were being held up by their opponents. Song Fang shouted, "Make the shot!"

Lu Yumo guarded himself against Chen Shan with one hand while dribbling the ball with the other as he prepared to make the shot.

In a basketball match, the first point meant a lot to both teams. If they successfully made the shot, then it would be a great boost for their morale.

Lu Yumo was not a professional basketball player, and the reason he had been recruited into the basketball team was because of his height.

Thus, when Chen Shan smiled at him confidently, Fu Zhi had a strong feeling that he would not be able to score.

Chen Shan had seen through Lu Yumo's movements.

As soon as Lu Yumo jumped, he raised his hand and intercepted him, smacking the ball to the ground.

Just like Fu Zhi had expected, Lu Yumo had not made it.

Even though she was standing very far away, she could hear their basketball coach shouting anxiously, "Defense! Everyone back to defense!

"Lu Yumo, don't just stand there! Keep your eyes on Chen Shan!"

Chen Shan and his team members were moving toward the hoop in an orderly manner.

At the same time, Shu Weiguo, the secretary of the Education Bureau, frowned and commented, "This is not looking good."

Ma Mingquan smiled confidently and replied, "Hang Yuan hasn't scored a point either. There's no need to get so hot and bothered. Nobody knows who will win the match yet."

However, Shu Weiguo did not agree. He turned to Director Liu and sighed. "Mr. Ouyang didn't come, did he? Although No.1 High School performed really well in the international Physics competition, you have to know that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. There are many schools who want to beat No.1 High School to become popular."

"Don't worry, I have full faith in my students."

That said, Director Liu's hands were filled with sweat.

The cheerleading team of Hang Yuan was cheering for their school, but things were not going well on No.1 High School's side.

"What the hell is Lu Yumo doing? If he can't play well, then replace him with another player!"

"Lu Yumo is considered pretty good, but he's going up against professional athletes. There's nothing he can do about it!

"That said, it will more or less affect their morale. I just hope that they can regain their composure as soon as possible!"

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"So what if they're professional athletes? Ye Jiu and Lu Yubai are not inferior to them." The rest of the reserve basketball players of No.1 High School were sitting on the bench and yelling.

Before these words could die away, the cheerleaders from No.1 High School suddenly shouted.

Lu Yubai snatched the ball from his opponent and passed it to Ye Jiu. Then, the young man leaped lightly into the air and threw a 3-point shot.

The orange-colored ball flew through the air in a perfect arc and fell right into the hoop.

It was a clean shot!

The spacious gymnasium went silent for a second, and a moment later, it was filled with the screams and shouts of the cheerleading team and the students.

"Ye Jiu! Ye Jiu!"

Everyone chanted the young man's name excitedly, and even Director Liu was infected by the atmosphere. He couldn't help getting to his feet and waving his hand in the air as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Nice throw!"

Ye Jiu turned around and looked at the audience with a frown on his face. He raised his hand and put his finger near his mouth.

Slowly, the audience quieted down.

"What does Ye Jiu mean by that?" someone muttered.

"That we're too noisy? Well, I can relate. A lot of people don't like others cheering for them, as it might affect their performance."

Standing on the bleachers, Fu Zhi looked at Ye Jiu and shouted after a short silence. "Keep it going, Ye Jiu! I will be rooting for you!!!"

The people from Hang Yuan were as quiet as mice, as they had missed this chance, while the rest of the students did not dare make a sound because of Ye Jiu's warning.

Thus, Fu Zhi's voice wafted into everyone's ears clearly.

Ye Jiu pulled his finger away from his lips. He smiled and said, "Okay."

The crowd: "..."

'Holy sh*t!!!'