Chapter 1

Dixing Basketball Park is a holy place for basketball enthusiasts in Donghua City. Only those with a certain level of skill dare to play here; otherwise, they will definitely end up in a very embarrassing situation.

Today, the central court, symbolizing the highest stage, was surrounded by layer upon layer of excited fans. They were thrilled because the streetball league, led by their sponsors, had come to perform here. What made them even more excited was that the so-called Streetball King, Wu You, was willing to accept a challenge from a basketball enthusiast from Donghua.

Many skilled players took up the challenge, but the results were very disappointing. After all, he is the Streetball King.

Now, the one taking up the challenge was a tall and well-built young man.

No one knew who he was; he had never played at Dixing Park before. At first, the fans didn't have any hope for him, thinking he would be quickly defeated and possibly even toyed with by the Streetball King. However, as he continuously scored baskets, the fans went wild. They were all from Donghua and naturally hoped that a local player could defeat the nationally renowned Streetball King. This would be a matter of great pride for them.

The game was intensely competitive, with each player scoring in turn, neither giving in.

Suddenly, a voice from the crowd exclaimed, "I know who he is! He's Liu Chuanfeng from Donghua University. Our university made it to the CUBA quarterfinals this year thanks to his three-point shot to win the game!"

What?

As soon as the identity of the player on the court was revealed, the crowd became restless. The basketball atmosphere in Donghua is very strong, and this year was the first time Donghua University made it to the CUBA quarterfinals. Instantly, the young man was treated like a hero, and many people began to cheer for him in unison, "Liu Chuanfeng, go! Liu Chuanfeng, go!"

Liu Chuanfeng is just a nickname for Yang Mo, which is more widely known among girls. Now, being called by this name on the court, he felt a bit awkward. In fact, he preferred to be called Hanamichi Sakuragi.

Amidst the cheers, the game quickly came to the most critical point. The previous four rounds had ended in a 2-2 tie, and now it was the last shot of the fifth round. Whoever scored would win, and the ball was in Yang Mo's possession.

Yang Mo bent over and dribbled the ball outside the three-point line. Despite being drenched in sweat and his energy rapidly depleting, he still had confidence in making this shot. Throughout his life, the more critical the moment, the more accurate his shots became.

He had made countless critical shots, and this time, he believed it would be no different.

Wu You did not want to lose. He was the Streetball King, and he had even less room to lose than Yang Mo. However, in terms of skills and tactics, he was indeed inferior to Yang Mo. He had no height advantage, and his only advantage was strength. Therefore, his defensive moves were very aggressive, and several times, he had tackled Yang Mo in mid-air. If this were a formal game, he would have been penalized. But this was streetball, where the rule was: no foul unless there's blood, and even then, it might not be a foul.

Bang!

Yang Mo suddenly made a quick stop and a fake move, which was very exaggerated. Wu You fell for it, his center of gravity naturally shifting to the right. Yang Mo immediately dribbled to the left, preparing to use this gap to break through to the basket and finish the game with a layup.

However, at that moment, his foot was suddenly tripped, and he fell to the ground with a thud, losing control of the ball.

Wu You quickly rushed over to pick up the ball, then charged into the basket and scored.

"MORE—FREEEEEEEE……"

The old speakers on the side of the court burst with a tearing sound, and instantly, the entire court went wild.

Half of the people were cheering for the Streetball King's victory, while the other half were sympathizing with Yang Mo. That last shot was definitely not his fault, and they wanted to play the last shot again, even if the ball was given to Wu You.

However, the game was already over. Wu You was already receiving cheers and high-fiving people. He had won with great difficulty and would not play another game.

Yang Mo lay in the center of the court, panting heavily. He was不服气 (unwilling to accept defeat). He was full of grievances; he had never seen anyone play so dirty. Defense by tackles, offense by elbows—what was the difference from a fight?

"Damn it!"

Yang Mo cursed in his heart, then used his hands to push himself up. At that moment, a hand was extended in front of him. He raised his gaze and saw a smug face.

Yang Mo gave him a cold look, thinking, 'Are you trying to show off your magnanimity as the winner?' He glanced at him disdainfully and got up on his own. As soon as Yang Mo stood up, his height immediately overwhelmed the ponytailed Wu You. Wu You was about 1.75 meters tall, while Yang Mo was 1.93 meters, with long arms and legs and a well-built body. His appearance was so stunning that it left no room for comparison. But... so what? The current winner was the ponytailed one.

"I want to invite you to join our team. You are the most skilled challenger we've seen during our national tour. I almost lost to you," the guy known as the Chinese Streetball King said, his head held high and his tone smug, as if he were giving Yang Mo a chance out of charity.

Yang Mo sneered and said coolly, "If it weren't for that accident, who would win is still uncertain. I'll win back tomorrow."

With that, Yang Mo turned and walked away.

Wu You felt a bit intimidated by Yang Mo. He knew better than anyone how hard it was to win, but in front of so many people, he couldn't let the Streetball King's reputation be tarnished. He said loudly, "Come on, I'll make you lose with no regrets."

"See you tomorrow."

Yang Mo said this and squeezed out of the crowd.

As soon as Yang Mo left the court, a big fat guy, about the same height as Yang Mo but twice his weight, immediately followed. He panted and complained, "This is not fair. That guy plays like a spinning top, constantly circling and double-dribbling, flipping his wrist, and pulling people. If it were a formal game, you would definitely beat him 5-0."

Yang Mo shrugged and smiled, saying helplessly, "There's no way. They say it's streetball, and there are no rules."

"Why don't you go play football, carrying a ball around, that would be much better."

"Whatever, I'll come back and beat him tomorrow. Let's fill our bellies first." Yang Mo patted his stomach and pointed to a row of newly opened food stalls.

"Let's go!" The fat guy immediately perked up at the mention of food and quickly pulled Yang Mo forward.

Just as they were about to cross the road, the sound of an engine roared from a distance, piercing their eardrums.

They stopped, waiting for the car to pass before crossing the road. A red shadow screeched to a stop in front of them, and then the car door slowly opened, revealing a long, slender, and fair leg...

The owner of the Ferrari got out of the car, stunningly beautiful, with a fresh and elegant yet wild charm. Her expression was both chaste like a saint and seductive like a temptress. In short, she was a beauty that could outshine most female celebrities.

"Sister-in-law!" The fat guy was first surprised, then exclaimed, "Why are you here?"

Yang Mo was initially delighted to see the girl, but then felt a bit melancholic.

The beauty, whom the fat guy called "sister-in-law," glared at him coldly and said, "Who is your sister-in-law?"

The fat guy, taken aback, looked up at Yang Mo and said, "Isn't she...?"

Before he could finish his question, Yang Mo interrupted, "Haozi, go ahead, I'll be there in a moment."

The fat guy glanced at the cold-faced beauty, muttered a few words, and quickly crossed the road.

As soon as the fat guy left, the beauty said coldly, "Yang Mo, let's break up."

Yang Mo shivered, feeling a chill down his spine. He suddenly felt a bit panicked, and memories of past sweet promises and endearments flooded his mind. His chest felt heavy, and he couldn't speak.

"Let's be straightforward. I don't want to waste my time with you anymore. You can't give me what I want. A Ferrari, you can never afford it..." The beauty's words grew colder and sharper, piercing Yang Mo's heart, making his blood flow like a river: "You don't even have parents. I don't want to suffer with you."

"I told you, I will work hard..." Yang Mo gritted his teeth, trying to defend himself.

But he received an even heavier blow: "Work hard? Do you think hard work is useful in today's society? It's all about connections. No matter how hard you work, it's useless. Face reality, Yang Mo. Don't be so naive."

As Yan Li said this coldly, Yang Mo looked at her in confusion. At that moment, he felt that the woman he had shared a bed with for two years was extremely unfamiliar. It turned out... he had only known her facade all along.

In that instant, Yang Mo suddenly gave up. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Since you've made your decision, let's break up. I wish you happiness."

"Thank you!" Yan Li smiled faintly, turned, and got back into the car, waving at Yang Mo, "Goodbye! No, never see you again!"

Yan Li said this coldly, put on her sunglasses, and sped away.

"Turns out, love isn't as unbreakable as I imagined!"

Yang Mo smiled faintly, his face filled with the ashes of love. He shook his head forcefully and suddenly pointed at the sky, roaring, "What 'love is enough to live on'? It's all a lie. Only money, only money is the most important. Damn it!"

Yang Mo roared, trying to vent all the anger in his heart. Suddenly, he noticed a strange change in the sky he was glaring at. A bright light was racing down from the distant clouds.

A meteor?

Yang Mo thought to himself, and the orange light was already in front of him... It turned out to be a basketball made of a yellow light net.

Am I dreaming?

Yang Mo rubbed his eyes and suddenly felt a jolt in his body. The orange light net basketball hit his chest heavily, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

After Yang Mo's mind went blank and he forgot everything around him, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. Then he discovered a six-pointed star, shimmering with a rainbow of colors, slowly rotating inside his chest... It was a very absurd feeling, but Yang Mo really felt it.

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