Chapter 8

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After celebrating with the fans for a while, Yang Mo squeezed out of the crowd with the fat guy. The two were just about to find a restaurant for a good meal when Yang Mo's phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was Monkey calling, so he pressed the answer button. Immediately, Monkey's urgent cry for help came through—

"Bro Mo, Li Feng has brought professional players to our place to challenge us. I can't handle it, come and save us quickly!"

Li Feng?

Yang Mo muttered, his brows involuntarily raising in disdain—Is this punk trying to come and humiliate himself again? And he brought professional players? With his cowardly nature, he probably just managed to beg a couple of bench players from a CBA youth team?

Thinking this, the initial tension slowly dissipated. After all, Li Feng was not the type to cause much trouble; he was too well-known. This guy had always seen Yang Mo as his rival since childhood. After Yang Mo lured Yan Li, whom Li Feng had secretly loved for years, to bed with a single phone call, his envy and hatred had escalated and become public. Since then, he had been constantly at odds with Yang Mo.

Unfortunately, he had never won against Yang Mo. Due to his repeated failures, people gradually started calling him "Little Dog," implying that he was just a dog raised by Yang Mo.

Yang Mo thought this incident wouldn't be too serious, but when he and Haozi arrived at the basketball court of East University in a taxi, laughing all the way, he realized that things might not be as simple as he thought—because the basketball court was surrounded by a crowd, making it impossible to get through.

Could it be... Li Feng really brought some star players?

Yang Mo was slightly surprised and quickly ran over to squeeze through the crowd. When the crowd recognized him, they made way, as Yang Mo was a well-known figure in the basketball world of East University.

"Bro Mo, Little Dog is going to make a big splash today!"

"Bro Mo, be careful! Your unbeaten legend might end today. Little Dog has brought a superstar from the NBDL!"

"Harris is really impressive, a bench player in the NBA is like a legend here!"

"An unknown black guy is so fierce, he even beat Monkey, Crow, and Crab, the three gods of our university. Tsk tsk..."

"I used to think Monkey, Crow, Crab, Haozi, and Bro Mo were the legends of our university, but it turns out they can't even hold up to the legend..."

"......"

Before Yang Mo even reached the court, his ears were filled with various pieces of information. Summarizing them, it could be said that Li Feng had brought a bench player from the NBA to East University, showing off and defeating Monkey, Crab, and Crow completely.

When Yang Mo reached the sideline, he hadn't even had time to check the score when he noticed a black figure soaring towards the basket... Bang!

The basketball was slammed into the hoop with great force. Although Yang Mo could also dunk, compared to this, he felt that this dunk was at least three levels better.

Beep!

Monkey, who had just been dunked on, quickly requested a timeout and ran over to Yang Mo, saying, "Bro Mo, why did you come so late? It's already 7-0."

"What happened?" Yang Mo asked without much tension. But as soon as he spoke, he realized something was wrong and quickly followed up, "Did you... bet on something again?"

"Um..." Hearing this, Monkey immediately scratched his head with his thin arm, looking very much like a monkey, which was why he was called Monkey.

Seeing this gesture, Yang Mo knew he had guessed right. He shook his head helplessly and asked, "Tell me, what did you bet this time?"

Before Monkey could answer, Li Feng strutted over, saying arrogantly, "Get ready to put your underwear on your head, you dead monkey!"

"What do you mean?" Yang Mo was still confused.

"What do you mean? Ask Monkey!" Li Feng shrugged and walked away to the bench, laughing loudly—his current state was a perfect example of a small man getting his way.

"Why does this guy always have to be arrogant before he loses?" Yang Mo couldn't help but sneer, then turned to Monkey with a questioning look.

Monkey, under Yang Mo's gaze, hesitated for a moment before spilling everything, "It's like this, Bro Mo. We were playing basketball today, and Li Feng suddenly brought a black guy to challenge us, saying a lot of nasty things. We got angry and made a bet. If we lose, we have to take off our underwear in front of everyone and put it on our heads. If we win, he has to do the same."

After listening, Yang Mo fell silent for a moment before asking, "How many points?"

"Three-on-three, 11 points, three-pointers count as two." Monkey quickly stated the rules.

"Alright, Crab, come down and rest, I'll go up!" Without further ado, Yang Mo took off his jacket and went onto the court.

Yang Mo walked onto the court with great confidence, but Monkey and Crow exchanged glances—Is Bro Mo crazy? He's replacing Crab, the only one who can match the black guy in strength. Who will grab the rebounds? Who will defend against the black guy? Are we supposed to shoot from outside and hope to win?

Although they were puzzled, they didn't question it. Yang Mo didn't talk much, but he had absolute authority among them.

As soon as Yang Mo got on the court, he quickly pointed at Mike Harris, who always wore a foolish smile, and told him in perfect English, "Next, your opponent is me!"

When these words were spoken, everyone on the court was surprised—Why did Bro Mo speak such perfect English? He didn't even pass the CET-4, right? And what did he say?

Yang Mo himself didn't know why he spoke such perfect English. It felt as natural as speaking his native language.

Could it be? I also copied Shaquille O'Neal's English skills?

Yang Mo could only attribute this to Shaquille O'Neal, as he had no other connection with any foreigner except for the one in his dream last night.

"Huh, finally seeing a Chinese guy who's a bit arrogant!" Mike Harris muttered, not taking Yang Mo seriously. In his view, apart from Yao Ming, there was no one in Chinese basketball worth looking up to.

"Later, you guys just shoot from outside, I'll handle the inside." Yang Mo instructed Monkey and Crow.

"Got it!" Both nodded, though they weren't very confident in Yang Mo's abilities, they still followed his orders.

Being able to make his teammates follow his commands unconditionally, Yang Mo was undoubtedly a born leader.

After discussing the strategy, Yang Mo heard a familiar greeting in his ear, "Pretty boy, hello."

Turning around, he saw Zhang Dashaos face.

Ha, now all the enemies are gathered!

"Hello, nice to see you again, little mushroom who picks used shoes!"

Yang Mo never held back on the court, not sparing a single word.

As a nobleman's son, Zhang Zixuan had never heard such an insult before. After thinking about it, he understood the meaning but couldn't refute it. He had indeed picked up Yang Mo's used shoes, and he didn't have the confidence to check his own, as he felt his own was a bit small.

Seeing that Zhang Zixuan didn't respond, Yang Mo quickly walked over to Mike Harris. He stuck out his butt, preparing to position himself... Puff!

The Mike Harris, who was half a head taller than Yang Mo, was knocked straight to the ground by this collision, without any resistance.

This scene caused a stir in the crowd, including the other four players on the court—Crab, who couldn't handle the guy, was now knocked to the ground by Yang Mo with just a butt?

Crab, on the sideline, was even more shocked. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly, unable to believe what he saw. At 2.04 meters and over 240 pounds, he couldn't even budge Mike Harris, but now Mike Harris was knocked to the ground by Yang Mo, who was only 1.94 meters tall. It was truly amazing.

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