Under Hao Zhuang's tight defense, Lin Feng made his move!
Hao Zhuang had almost blocked all angles where Lin Feng could take an easy shot. However, Lin Feng's face showed no hint of panic; he remained utterly composed. Without even seeing the hoop, Lin Feng chose to take a shot with his back to the basket!
This "back shot," as the name implied, involved throwing the ball backward towards the basket with both hands. Since Hao Zhuang's defense was impenetrable, Lin Feng had to throw the ball very high. The basketball soared into the sky like a rocket, reaching nearly ten meters off the ground!
"Damn, he dared to shoot under these conditions! Lin Feng is courting death!"
"No kidding! He can't even see the hoop... That's just a wild shot. If this goes in, Lin Feng could play in the NBA..."
As the onlookers squinted, tilting their heads to gaze at the sky where a faint sun shone, Hao Zhuang also paused his rough defense and looked upward.
"Our offense didn't work out this possession. Let's start the next one," Hao Zhuang boasted with a hearty laugh.
SWOOSH!
He had barely finished speaking when the basketball plummeted from the sky. As if it had eyes, it passed accurately through the hoop, swishing through the net with a satisfying sound.
Nothing but net!
The basketball traced an incredibly bizarre arc and went in—a swish!
"No need for another possession, right?"
Lin Feng shrugged, turning to look at Hao Zhuang, who had been so arrogant just a second before. He smirked, utterly calm and confident, as if he had known all along the ball would swish through the net.
WHOOSH!
All the bystanders gasped!
No way he made that shot! This can't be real, can it?
In the NBA, superstars like James could shoot from the baseline under one basket and sink it into the basket on the other side of the court. That kind of shot was incredibly difficult, almost impossible to replicate.
However, those shots were usually made without defense, and not every attempt was successful. But Lin Feng, under intense defensive pressure, had made a high, backward hook shot. The difficulty was a whole level above James's feat. For him to make *that* shot—it was enough to blow everyone's minds!
"Did that really go in?"
"Am I seeing things? Lin Feng is a total freak!"
"Damn, I should've recorded that with my phone and uploaded it! With a killer title, it would've definitely gone viral."
"Hao Zhuang must feel like such an idiot now. Beaten by a student who's supposedly never played basketball before! He'll probably be too embarrassed to show his face around here anymore. Seriously, how is Lin Feng so damn lucky? First, that incredible, superhuman jump to block Hao Zhuang, and now this ridiculously cool shot to take him down. With luck like that, he should go buy a lottery ticket!"
Lin Feng's shot left everyone stunned, utterly dumbfounded. On Tang Rou's gentle face, astonishment mingled with delight. Her tightly clenched fists slowly relaxed. Just moments ago, Lin Feng had seemed cornered by Hao Zhuang, and the sight had terrified her.
"Oh yeah! Boss won! Boss, you actually won! Hahaha..."
The happiest of all was Fatty Yang Tao. Laughing boisterously, he rushed forward and gave Lin Feng a bear hug, making Lin Feng a bit awkward with his overly enthusiastic best friend.
Lin Feng thought, You damned Fatty, saying I 'actually' won. You have so little faith in me... Then he turned, and seeing Tang Rou, he offered her a knowing smile.
Their eyes met. Tang Rou blushed and shyly lowered her head.
"Hmph, that was nothing! You just got lucky. You could try a hundred more times and you wouldn't make another one!" Hao Zhuang retorted, unconvinced. He'd played basketball for many years and had never seen such an outrageous, logic-defying shot. Unquestionably, he believed Lin Feng had just gotten lucky—a complete fluke.
"If you've got the guts, let's play another game!" Hao Zhuang challenged loudly.
"Teacher Hao, luck or not, a win is a win, and a loss is a loss. You lost, so you can't go back on your word. Class is almost over, and our Boss has no interest in playing another game with you," Yang Tao retorted, full of righteous indignation.
He'd long been annoyed by Hao Zhuang's arrogance. Now that Lin Feng had unseated him, Yang Tao seized the chance to rub salt in the wound.
Yang Tao might not be one for leading the charge, but he was quite skilled at kicking a man when he's down. Walking up to Hao Zhuang, he offered a mocking smile and said, "Teacher Hao, here's an idea: why don't you go practice that backward three-pointer? Once you've mastered it, it won't be too late to challenge our Boss to a one-on-one. Hehe."
"Heehee..." Hearing Yang Tao mock Hao Zhuang, some onlookers couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Hearing this, Hao Zhuang's face alternated between pale and ashen, and he trembled with rage. Humiliated by a student in front of so many people, he desperately wanted to rush over and beat Yang Tao and Lin Feng to a pulp. But he was the one in the wrong, and with everyone watching, he was powerless against Lin Feng.
Wait until I'm past this busy spell. I'll definitely find some people to teach these two insolent brats a harsh lesson. How dare they make me this angry! Hmph! Hao Zhuang fumed internally, gnashing his teeth. He swore to himself that he would find some thugs from off-campus to deal with Lin Feng and get revenge for today's public humiliation.
He conveniently forgot that he had started this whole affair. His humiliation was a direct result of his own unethical behavior as a teacher—punishing a student and trying to show off. He had no one to blame but himself.
"A backward three-pointer? Hmph!" Hao Zhuang snorted coldly, looking disdainfully at the basketball lying just beyond the three-point line. "Pure luck! If he can make that shot again, I'll eat the basketball!"
Hearing this, Lin Feng remained expressionless. "Fatty, let's go," he said. "We still have homework, and that's more important. Besides, I've already got full marks in P.E. class."
With that, Lin Feng sauntered off the basketball court under everyone's gaze, leisurely and with a confident swagger.
As he passed the basketball lying on the ground, Lin Feng bent down, picked it up, and walked to near the half-court line. Turning his back to the basket, without even a glance, he executed another backward shot—this time from near midcourt!
SWOOSH!
All eyes followed the basketball as it arced into the sky and then descended. To their utter astonishment, it swished cleanly through the net once more!
SMACK!
Hao Zhuang felt a stinging pain, as if he'd been slapped hard across the face. Under the crowd's gaze, he quickly turned and scurried away. Behind him, he heard jeers—he couldn't tell if they were from students or teachers: "Hey, didn't Hao Zhuang say he was going to eat the basketball?"