Chapter 122: She Can Do This Move Too

Geng Haoshi and Wu Yan were locked in a stalemate, with neither allowing the other to score.

For nearly six minutes, both teams remained scoreless. The board held at 2-9, with Tiancheng University of Technology trailing by seven points.

On the sidelines, Coach Yu Manman rested her forehead in her left hand. "That idiot Xiao Er! Basketball is about teamwork; why is he wasting his energy fighting Wu Yan?"

Geng Haoshi wasn't unaware of the need for teamwork. Driven by Yang Mimi’s departure and Yu Manman’s instructions, his focus had shifted from the game itself to stifling Wu Yan and showcasing his own skills. He only wanted to stay on the court, catch the eye of a scout, and get to the United States as soon as possible.

"Beep—"

Following a foul by the opposition, Yu Manman seized the opportunity to call a timeout.

"Xiao Er, don't go back in for a while..."

Geng Haoshi sprang from his seat, staring at her. "Why?! Didn't I shut down that number 3?"

"You shut him down, but the momentum of the game hasn't shifted. If things continue like this, we are guaranteed to lose."

"Coach, I promise I'll score more!" Geng Haoshi vowed fervently.

"How? By playing one-on-one against their number 3?"

Geng Haoshi fell into deep thought before replying, "Coach, I will coordinate better with my teammates!"

Yu Manman’s lips curled into a subtle smile. *That’s what I was waiting for.*

"Fine," she said, feigning hesitation. "But if the situation on the court doesn't improve..."

"Don't worry, Coach! I will turn this game around!"

Yu Manman crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest. "Get back out there."

As she watched her players return to the court, she couldn't help but chuckle. "With acting skills like mine, it’s a crime I’m not in show business."

Once back on the floor, Geng Haoshi stuck to Wu Yan like glue. After all, containing him remained his primary task.

Just then, the opponent's number 1 passed the ball to Wu Yan.

"Here I go!"

Wu Yan looked at Geng Haoshi, once again announcing his intent to attack.

Geng Haoshi rolled his eyes internally. *Damn! This guy is so annoying.*

Wu Yan drove toward Geng Haoshi’s left side. Geng shifted to follow. Wu Yan stepped back, crossed the ball between his legs to his left hand, and then drove hard toward Geng’s right. Geng mirrored the movement instantly.

Just as Geng moved right, Wu Yan snapped the ball back to his right hand.

*He’s trying to trick me into leaning right again so he can blow past me on the left. Not this time!* Geng thought. Though he moved right, he kept his weight centered, leaving room to recover. When Wu Yan switched the ball back to his right hand, Geng shifted back to the left just in time.

Seeing Geng right in front of him, Wu Yan’s lips curved slightly.

Just as Geng thought he had successfully blocked the "Butterfly Step," Wu Yan pulled the ball behind his back with his right hand and spun rapidly. The ball bounced off the floor, landing perfectly in his left hand just as he completed his turn. With the ball secured in his left, he blew past Geng’s right side!

In the stands, a middle-aged man with a mustache shot to his feet. "The 'Butterfly Step' combined with a spin move... the whole sequence was seamless. He truly is a prodigy!"

Wu Yan drove toward the paint. Geng Haoshi spun around and gave chase. Near the free-throw line, instead of going for the basket himself, Wu Yan dished the ball to his teammate, number 5, inside the paint.

Seeing Wu Yan approach the free-throw line, Meng Lang—who had been guarding the number 5—had rushed over to double-team Wu Yan along with Sun Peng. They hadn't expected Wu Yan to pass. Now, the opponent's number 5 was wide open.

He took a jump shot and easily scored.

The score became 2-11, with Wuyan University of Technology extending its lead to nine points.

"Great shot!"

"Nice pass, Wu Yan!"

"Wu Yan, Wu Yan, second to none!" The cheers from Wu Yan’s hardcore fans erupted again.

*It’s over!* Geng Haoshi clutched his head. *Not only did I fail to stop him, but they scored... am I going to be benched by the coach?*

He glanced nervously at the sidelines. Yu Manman was staring back at him with an expressionless face.

*That look... it's over. I'm definitely getting subbed out!*

*No, I have to score before she calls another timeout! Maybe then she won't pull me.*

*Right, time to score!*

Geng Haoshi waved at Sun Peng to inbound the ball quickly. Sun Peng tossed it to him, and Geng sprinted toward the Wuyan University half-court.

As he reached the three-point line, Wu Yan was there to meet him.

"Here I go!" Geng glared at Wu Yan, mimicking his words.

"Come on!" Wu Yan grinned, arms spread wide.

Geng drove toward Wu Yan’s left. Wu Yan moved to cover. Geng stepped back, crossed over to his left hand, and drove toward Wu Yan’s right. Again, Wu Yan mirrored him.

As Wu Yan moved right, Geng snapped the ball back to his right hand.

"Trying to use my 'Butterfly Step' on me? You can't fool me!" Wu Yan shifted quickly to his left.

But Geng didn't drive left; he wrapped the ball behind his back, spun rapidly, and transferred the ball to his left hand.

"Oh no!"

Wu Yan realized Geng was going to drive past his right side, but it was too late—Geng had already zipped past him with the ball!

"Nice!" The mustachioed man in the stands jumped up again, watching Geng with admiration. "I never expected him to have that move in his arsenal!"