Chapter Forty-One: What Do You Know, Anyway!

Gen Haoshi 2.0: “It must be because of the recent food safety issues. I bet he ate something unclean, and now his mind’s a bit confused.”

“…”

Gen Haoshi: Damn! I’ve had such a profound realization, and you idiots don’t understand a thing!

“For the third quarter, you guys are up.”

Yu Manman tapped five substitute players, sending them into the game in place of the five starters.

This time, Gen Haoshi didn’t clamor to get on the court. He had no interest in taking advantage of the situation in such a way.

At the end of the third quarter, Tiancai Polytechnic University continued to lead by a wide margin, 87 to 15.

“Number Two, you’ll sub in for Zhang Zhaolong in the fourth quarter.”

Gen Haoshi: Damn! I don’t want to play!

But seeing Yu Manman’s beautiful yet chillingly cold face, Gen Haoshi swallowed his words, not daring to protest.

“Beep—”

The fourth quarter began. Gen Haoshi reluctantly took the court.

As he walked past each opposing player, he patted their shoulders meaningfully.

Gen Haoshi’s inner thoughts: You guys are all admirable!

The opposing players’ inner thoughts: What’s this clown up to?

To stick to his principle of not taking advantage, Gen Haoshi focused solely on defending the other team’s players. Whenever the ball came to him, he passed it to a teammate instead of shooting himself.

Trying to show friendliness, Gen Haoshi decided to take the initiative...

Gen Haoshi guarding Player A: “Hey, buddy, have you had lunch?”

“…” Player A: Damn! After yesterday’s exhausting day, if I hadn’t eaten lunch, how could I still be standing here?!

Gen Haoshi guarding Player B: “Hey, pal, do you have a girlfriend?”

“…” Player B: Damn! Is this guy falling for me?!

Gen Haoshi guarding Player C: “Hey, bro, how long do you usually practice each day?”

“…” Player C: Damn! Is it any of your business?!

Gen Haoshi guarding Player D: “Hey, you’re working so hard, do your parents know?”

“…” Player D: Damn! Is this guy mentally unstable?!

When the fifth opponent saw Gen Haoshi approaching, he dragged his weary body and decisively moved away!

And so, the fourth quarter ended with Gen Haoshi persistently engaging in “friendly and intimate exchanges” with the opposing players. In the end, Tiancai Polytechnic University crushed Mingjia Media University, 109 to 21.

After the game, Gen Haoshi walked over to the players of Mingjia Media University, wanting to give each of them a “hug of love” to express his admiration.

“Damn! That idiot is coming over again!” Player B hurriedly called to his teammates, “Quick, let’s go!”

The physical exhaustion from the game was secondary; the psychological “trauma” they suffered was unforgettable, much of it caused by Gen Haoshi’s incessant “harassment.”

Watching them hurry away, Gen Haoshi was puzzled: They’re so tired, why are they walking so fast?… Oh, right! They must be rushing back to train!… Gen Haoshi couldn’t help but admire his opponents even more.

The joint autumn sports meet of ten universities had already lasted three days. The final three teams for the basketball tournament had emerged: Tiancai Polytechnic University, Huayu Design Academy, and Feiling Aviation College.

In the Chen Zhi Gymnasium at Tiancai Polytechnic University, Yu Manman addressed all the players, “Tomorrow is the last day of the basketball tournament. I don’t need to remind you what place you’re supposed to win, do I?”

Seeing the whip in Yu Manman’s hand, the players swallowed hard and shouted, “First place!”

“Very good!… Now, keep training!”

Holding the ball, Gen Haoshi recalled the Mingjia Media University players who fought to the end with all their strength… I need to make the most of my time to practice!

9527: “Master, you need to hurry with your second intermediate task and train hard.”

Damn! I forgot about that… Gen Haoshi: “What’s the second task?”

9527: “Master, the second task is ‘Achieve a speed of over 7 meters per second in a 28-meter dash within one month.’”

Gen Haoshi was bewildered: “Why 28 meters?” Is it because of that commercial… 28, 28, ka ka just get rich!

9527: “Master, 28 meters is the length of the basketball court.”

Oh, so I need to run the full length in under four seconds… If I can run fast enough, I’ll have more chances to get the ball… Good, let’s start! Without another word, Gen Haoshi began sprinting from one end of the court to the other, running back and forth again and again.

“…” 9527: Master actually started training without a single complaint this time?! Has Master finally seen the light? Upgraded himself?

Gen Haoshi 2.0: No matter how much I upgrade, I’m still the best!

9527: Of course, you’re the “enhanced” version of Master… and I fed you the “enhancement.”

Gen Haoshi 2.0: …

After dinner, training continued as usual. The players all looked forward to reaching ten o’clock so they could wash up and sleep, but Gen Haoshi was still full of energy.

9527: “Master, this time you took 5.6 seconds.” Because Gen Haoshi had asked 9527 to record every time he finished a 28-meter run.

“Why am I getting slower the more I practice?” Gen Haoshi was a little frustrated.

9527: “Master, this is your thirty-sixth lap. It’s probably because your stamina is dropping.” Seeing Gen Haoshi so motivated for the first time, 9527 uncharacteristically tried to comfort him.

“No, this is too inefficient… 9527, can’t you suggest a more effective training method?”

9527: “Master, there is a method, but it might be very exhausting. And isn’t tomorrow the finals? Do you want to start tonight?”

“Tell me, let’s start now!” The beautiful coach said it herself: our goal is to dominate the national college basketball league. These little matches are nothing to fuss about (but I do care about the prize money, that’s important), and I might not even get to play.

9527: “Alright, Master. Actually, the method is quite simple: tie weighted lead bags to your ankles and then do sprint training.”

“Weighted lead bags? Why didn’t you mention this earlier? Where am I supposed to buy them now?!”

9527: “Master, usually the gym keeps some in storage.”

In that case… Gen Haoshi walked up to Yu Manman, “Coach, do you have those ankle weights for training?”

“Yes.” Yu Manman stroked her chin, thinking: Is this kid about to start weighted training?

Yu Manman pointed to a small room inside the gym, “They’re in the storage room.”

Gen Haoshi retrieved two weighted lead bags from the storage room and strapped them to his calves… Without another word, he resumed training!

Watching Gen Haoshi running with all his might, Yu Manman smiled and nodded: Looks like it’s time to “increase his meal”...