Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Lingerie Show?!

"Hey, freshman? Are you still online?" Lin Ling waved her hand in front of Geng Haoshi’s eyes as she saw him zoning out.

"Oh, yes, I’m here," Geng Haoshi snapped back to reality. "My name is Geng Haoshi."

"Square Root of Four? What a silly name." Sure enough, he lived up to his name. Lin Ling said, "Then I’ll just call you Little Two." This way of thinking was just like that devilish goddess of a coach, Yu Manman.

After dinner, the members of the school basketball team each headed back to their dorms.

Once Geng Haoshi returned to his dorm, he quickly packed up his bedding and toiletries.

"Bro Shi, are you moving out?" asked the chubby Lai Dabao.

"The goddess told me to move. How could I refuse?" Geng Haoshi replied casually.

"The goddess? The 36D goddess from last time? Are you two about to live together?" Lai Dabao’s face flushed red, as if he himself were about to move in with the goddess.

"This time it’s a 34E," Geng Haoshi replied just as nonchalantly.

"34E?!" Lai Dabao’s nose tingled with excitement, nearly bleeding. "Bro Shi, you’re amazing! One 36D isn’t enough, and now you’ve got a 34E!"

"Well, since you already have a 34E, could you introduce the 36D to me?" Lai Dabao’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Get lost!" Geng Haoshi slung his packed bag over his shoulder and walked out of the dorm without looking back.

Standing outside the dorm, Geng Haoshi gazed into the distance, filled with the resolve of a man who wouldn’t return unless he made it big...

"Master, don’t just stand there. If you’re late, you’ll get scolded again... and who knows, maybe even whipped."

9527’s words struck right at Geng Haoshi’s weak spot, giving him such a fright that he sprinted all the way to the Chen Zhi Gymnasium.

Sure enough, he was the last to arrive.

Yu Manman was still holding her whip. When she saw Geng Haoshi walk in, she cracked it hard against the floor and shouted, "Little Two, you’re the last again!"

"Coach Beauty, it’s not my fault. My roommates all started crying and hugging me when they heard I was moving out. It took me ages to calm them down." Geng Haoshi pointed to himself, "Look, these are the tears of friendship they shed all over me."

"...," thought 9527. Clearly, that’s just his own sweat.

"...," mused Geng Haoshi 2.0. Truly shameless—how can I be one with this guy? Did I commit some unspeakable crime in a past life to deserve being chained to this clown? Even if so, this punishment is way too cruel!

"...," the team members were collectively bewildered.

"...," even Yu Manman was momentarily at a loss for words.

Yu Manman glanced at her watch. It read 6:56. "Ahem, forget it." Since Geng Haoshi wasn’t technically late today, she let it slide. "Get in line!"

Geng Haoshi let out a long sigh of relief and took his place in the lineup.

"From today onward, except for meals and classes, you will spend all your time here!"

"If anyone dares to bail on practice..." Yu Manman picked up a stack of schedules and waved them in front of the team, "I’ll castrate him!"

Castrate?! On instinct, the players squeezed their legs together and shielded their groins with both hands.

"Alright, put your bedding and whatever else by the sidelines... We’re starting today’s training now!"

Soon, the edge of the court was piled high with the twelve team members’ luggage.

The players began passing drills in pairs.

Self-proclaimed "all-rounder" Geng Haoshi did 1,000 passes every day. Since the daily passing quota for point guards was also 1,000, he trained together with Chen Yu, the substitute point guard.

A cold light still lingered in Chen Yu’s eyes—clearly, he was still bitter about Geng Haoshi stealing his would-be girlfriend.

This time, Geng Haoshi noticed the hostility. He thought, I don’t think I’ve met him before joining the team. Why is he so hostile? Was it that time on the pull-up bar when I couldn’t hold it and, um, sprayed him? But I was alone then... Geng Haoshi’s mind started to wander.

"...Master, the ball’s coming!"

Suddenly, Geng Haoshi realized a basketball was hurtling straight at him! They didn’t even give a heads up before starting! He caught the ball and stared at Chen Yu, thinking, Is he trying to put me in my place because I’m new?

Hmph! I was born to be disciplined by goddesses, not to play around with guys! Geng Haoshi hurled the ball back with force.

And so, the two entered a frenzied passing duel—this round was even more intense than before. Incredibly, they finished their 1,000 passes faster than those who only had to do 500!

With passing drills done, it was time for individual training.

A thousand rapid punches, two hundred 50-meter sprints, two thousand shots, a thousand fast arm swings—Geng Haoshi completed them all. Only the last task remained: two hundred full-court dribble runs.

His legs seemed to be refusing to cooperate again.

Crap, do I need to use "Power Focus" again? If I do, that cocky alter ego will definitely mock me. Geng Haoshi hesitated—should I use it or not? If I use it today, will I need it tomorrow? The day after? At this rate, he might really take over someday!

No, I have to tough it out myself. Geng Haoshi grabbed the ball and started his two hundred dribble runs.

Once... twice... three times...

...thirty-six... thirty-seven...

...seventy-two... seventy-three...

Ah, I’m about done for. Geng Haoshi was on the verge of collapse.

"Nine... five... two... seven, activate... Power... Focus..." he gasped weakly.

Wait—what’s that?!

Black leopard-print panties! 34E golden shield!

Big! Big! Big! Big! Big! Big! The goddess herself!!!

Geng Haoshi’s blood surged, and two streams of nosebleed shot out—instantly, his energy was through the roof!

There, the devilish goddess coach Yu Manman was seated on the bench, legs crossed, wearing a black leopard-print bikini.

Ha! When did she change? Is the goddess coach doing a lingerie show now? Geng Haoshi stared at Yu Manman, dribbling back and forth without missing a beat.

The other players saw her too and froze, each wearing a dopey grin, looking like love-struck fools.

"Smack!" Yu Manman suddenly leapt up and whipped the floor. "Are you all done? Who told you to stop? Looking for trouble?!"

The players shuddered and hurried to resume their drills.

"Heh..." But Geng Haoshi remained unfazed, continuing his dribbling...