Chapter 7

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Yang Mo and Zhou Yiyi walked out together. Just as they stepped out of the building, Zhou Yiyi's phone rang. She picked it up and quickly answered the call. Immediately, even from two meters away, Yang Mo could hear the rapid, intense questioning from the other end of the line.

Zhou Yiyi, feeling quite awkward, chatted for a while and then walked over to Yang Mo, saying, "Bro Mo, I have to go back. My mom is urging me. If I don't go back, my dad will be in trouble."

"Alright, you go ahead then." Yang Mo waved to see her off. As she left, Zhou Yiyi leaned in and kissed Yang Mo, then drove away with a smug smile, as if she had gained a huge advantage.

After saying goodbye to Zhou Yiyi, Yang Mo wandered around aimlessly. He didn't want to go back to school. The job search had already started, and although the school intended to keep him for a few more years on the team, he didn't have the heart for it. For him, the level of CUBA players was still too low.

As he walked, he found himself at Dixin Park. The court wasn't very busy at this time, with only a few people lazily shooting baskets. The real talent would come out in the evening.

Yang Mo wanted to test his strength, so he walked in and started practicing with a basketball. As he practiced, he felt an overwhelming power, his body filled with endless strength. This feeling was incredible. With this strength, Yang Mo felt confident in every move, no longer worrying about physical confrontations.

Previously, Yang Mo had only been 60% confident about tonight's match, but now he was 100% confident. This explosive strength could easily knock down Wu You in a few moves. This level of strength would even be top-notch in the NBA, being 60% of Shaquille O'Neal's peak strength.

However, there were downsides. The sudden influx of such explosive strength caused Yang Mo to lose his smooth, silk-like touch... *thud thud thud thud*!

He shot over ten balls, each one too forceful and missing the basket.

This wasn't a particularly difficult problem. As long as his ball handling skills were still there, he could gradually regain his touch by practicing and mastering the right amount of force.

With half a day left before the match, Yang Mo took off his shirt and practiced on the court. Yang Mo was a hardworking and persistent person, especially with basketball. From a young age, he practiced at least three hours every day, regardless of the weather. This long-term, consistent training made his ball handling skills excellent, and he had a good grasp of various techniques.

However, he had never received professional training, so his style was a bit unorthodox, and his techniques weren't as textbook-perfect, but as long as he could score, that was all that mattered. Basketball was about putting the ball in the basket, after all.

*Thud thud swish*!

*Thud swish swish*!

Yang Mo practiced until he was drenched in sweat, from morning to noon, and then from noon to afternoon. He didn't know how many balls he had shot, but he felt his touch gradually returning, recovering to about 60-70% of his usual level.

This was enough to deal with Wu You.

After eating dinner nearby, Yang Mo went to the central court to wait. As he waited, more and more people joined the waiting crowd. Most of them were from the crowd that had gathered yesterday, and they wanted to see if there would be any dramatic turn of events today.

Around eight o'clock, Wu You and his group finally arrived. Wu You walked over and, for some reason, proposed an additional condition: "Friend, you lost yesterday. Technically, I don't have to accept your challenge today. But since I agreed, I have to keep my word. However, we need to raise the stakes. Ten thousand yuan, how about it?"

Ten thousand yuan?

Yang Mo frowned and hesitated, saying, "I don't have that much money!"

As Yang Mo hesitated, Wu You took out a stack of money from his waist pouch and slapped it in front of Yang Mo, saying, "If you don't have the money, then I'm sorry. You can't just challenge me whenever you want. There has to be something at stake."

"I..." Yang Mo bit his lip, feeling confident but lacking the money. At this moment, Haozi, who was watching from the side, said slowly, "It's just ten thousand yuan. Wait, I'll go get it for you, bro."

Saying this, he squeezed out of the crowd and ran to the ATM at the bank across the street.

Yang Mo was moved by Haozi's loyalty... This fatso, I lost yesterday, and you're not afraid of losing ten thousand yuan?

Yang Mo was moved, but Wu You was surprised: He actually dared to put up ten thousand yuan to fight me.

Thinking this, Wu You felt a bit worried. His confidence wasn't very strong. Yesterday, he had won with great difficulty. He had taken out ten thousand yuan to pressure Yang Mo into not challenging him, but he didn't expect Yang Mo to actually come up with the money.

Now, he had brought the pressure on himself.

Soon, Haozi came back, panting, and handed the money to Yang Mo, grinning, "If you win, split it with me."

"No problem." Yang Mo patted his shoulder and then turned to Wu You, waving the ten thousand yuan, "Let's go."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, even though Wu You was worried, he couldn't back down now. If he did, his reputation as the street ball king would be ruined.

"Alright." Wu You gritted his teeth and loudly agreed, looking around and saying, "Everyone, please be our witnesses. Today, whoever wins takes twenty thousand yuan, and no one can back out."

Good! No problem!

The crowd cheered, enjoying the excitement. They were just there for the show, and the more dramatic, the better.

Wu You took the money from Yang Mo, combined it with his own ten thousand yuan, and placed it under the basketball hoop. He then turned to Yang Mo and said, "Today, we won't play a best-of-five. We'll just play five shots, and whoever wins takes the money."

Wu You proposed five shots because he had noticed from yesterday's match that Yang Mo liked to play from behind. If he could catch Yang Mo off guard from the start, his chances of winning would be much higher.

Wu You's plan was well thought out, but Yang Mo agreed without hesitation, "No problem."

For Yang Mo, five shots or five games made no difference. His plan for today was to use his overwhelming strength to defend and shut out Wu You.

Wu You, seeing Yang Mo agree, quickly ran to the free-throw line and took the first shot, which went in as expected, giving him the first possession.

He dribbled to the three-point line and immediately crouched down, preparing to make a fake move. However, Yang Mo pounced and made physical contact.

Yang Mo used all his strength, and when Wu You charged forward, he was met with a powerful rebound force, causing him to slip and fall to the ground.

Before he could react, Yang Mo snatched the ball and charged to the basket, scoring a layup.

1:0.

After Yang Mo scored, the crowd was stunned for a few seconds before bursting into cheers, as they hadn't expected such a dramatic scene.

They thought Wu You had slipped and fallen, but only Wu You knew he had been knocked down by Yang Mo's strength.

"What the hell? Yesterday he was like a noodle, and today he's like an elephant. Did he take steroids?"

Wu You muttered, his mind full of disbelief. No matter how imaginative he was, he couldn't imagine someone changing so drastically overnight.

While Wu You was in disbelief, Yang Mo had already passed the ball to him, "It's 1:0, let's continue!"

Wu You, having learned his lesson, took the ball and started circling the three-point line, like a spinning top.

Yang Mo didn't interfere with his pointless fancy moves, just keeping a step away and not falling for any fake moves.

Yang Mo's refusal to fall for fake moves made it impossible for Wu You to break free. After circling for nearly half a minute, he found an opportunity and prepared to make a move.

Just as he was about to charge, Yang Mo stepped forward and cut off his path... *bang*!

Wu You, once again, crashed into Yang Mo and fell to the ground. Yang Mo picked up the ball and repeated his previous score.

2:0.

After Yang Mo scored two consecutive goals, the crowd finally understood that Wu You wasn't slipping and falling but was being knocked down by Yang Mo's superior strength.

But... yesterday, Wu You had dominated with his strength. Why not today? Did he take a strength pill?

"What the hell, is this basketball?" Wu You, not waiting for Yang Mo to pass the ball, rushed over and loudly questioned him.

"How is this not basketball?" Yang Mo, provoked by his outburst, walked up to him, his eyes sharp, and said, "Am I fouling? You're like a weak shrimp, who's to blame?"

Wu You, intimidated by Yang Mo's gaze, snatched the ball and said, "Fine, you wait, kid," before stepping out to the three-point line to pass the ball.

Wait, I'm not afraid of you.

Yang Mo muttered and quickly followed. He stuck to Wu You like glue, making it difficult for him to move. Wu You's strength and stride were inferior to Yang Mo's, and Yang Mo didn't fall for his fake moves. Struggling, Wu You tried to throw the ball at Yang Mo to gain possession.

However, Yang Mo was prepared. As soon as Wu You threw the ball, Yang Mo caught it and quickly charged to the basket... *swish*!

Another clean and swift layup.

3:0.

After Yang Mo scored three consecutive goals, the crowd was stunned. Yesterday, Wu You had the upper hand, but today, he was being dominated like a dog, unable to even reach the three-point line. It was too illogical.

For the crowd, it was illogical. For Yang Mo, it was perfectly reasonable. Yang Mo had always been superior to Wu You in terms of technique and height. Yesterday, he had lost only because of small tricks and strength. Today, his strength had reached the top level of the NBA, and dominating a small fry like Wu You, who couldn't even play in the CBA, was like playing with a dog. It was no wonder he couldn't fight back!

For the fourth ball, Yang Mo used his strength to force Wu You off balance, intercepted the ball, and scored a layup.

For the fifth ball, Yang Mo forced Wu You into a turnover, regained possession, and scored a three-pointer from beyond the three-point line.

He cleanly and swiftly won 5-0, leaving Wu You completely helpless. The moment Yang Mo scored the three-pointer, Wu You turned and left without a word.

Yang Mo, smiling, walked over to pick up the twenty thousand yuan. The crowd rushed over, high-fiving and cheering him.

Tonight, he was the only hero.

Although Wu You had enjoyed the same treatment last night, his failure would soon spread, and his reputation as the street ball king would be tarnished.

Of course, his reputation would rise again soon, as Yang Mo might appear in the NBA, and he could boast, "I once beat NBA player Yang Mo."

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