The two were about to collide when Ye Chen stepped left, whipped through a slick 360°, and slipped past Su Zhe.
Ye Chen took two dribbles and vaulted high.
"My God—he's going to dunk!"
Gasps rippled across the court.
Su Zhe's face turned livid; if Ye Chen slammed it in, the count would hit 3-0.
Losing three buckets—and getting posterized—was utter humiliation for the team captain.
"No way!"
Su Zhe lunged, crashing into Ye Chen mid-air.
It was a flagrant, dangerous foul.
One hit and Ye Chen could slam to the floor—sprained at best, injured at worst.
"Ye Chen, watch out!"
"Su Zhe's out of line—that's a foul!"
The whole court erupted.
Bang!
Under every stunned eye, Su Zhe smashed into Ye Chen.
Ye Chen was airborne; Su Zhe charged in with malice.
Half the girls couldn't bear to look.
But the next instant froze them in awe.
Boom!
Ye Chen's ball ripped through the net in a thunderous dunk—while Su Zhe thudded to the hardwood.
He landed off-balance, feet skidding.
Rrrip!
The loud tear of fabric cut across the yard.
The sound echoed like a gunshot.
Su Zhe's crotch seam had split clean open.
He crashed in a heap.
The crowd burst into howls of laughter.
Face scarlet, Su Zhe clutched his torn pants and bolted for the toilets, limp forgotten.
Ye Chen blinked innocently.
"Su Zhe, the game's not over—why run?"
Su Zhe: "My pants split, genius—what more do you want?"
Still he snarled, "I'm off today; we settle this later."
Another wave of laughter rolled across the court.
Today Su Zhe had disgraced himself to the max.
Li Sitong walked up. "Didn't know you could play like that."
Xia Yingluo's cheeks pinked. "Ye Chen, you were amazing."
Ye Chen smiled. "Of course—School Heartthrob here. Wanna learn from me?"
"Yes!"
Every guy on the court wanted to cry—handsome, top grades, and a Basketball beast… how are we single dogs supposed to live?
Afternoon—first period was Math.
Homeroom Teacher Wang Chao strode in with his folder.
"To boost study, I'm forming groups. Here's the list—top students help the rest. Understood?"
Ye Chen glanced: Li Sitong, Xia Yingluo, Sun Tao—together.
All three were permanent top-three; Teacher Wang wanted mutual push.
Sun Tao beamed at sharing a group with two beauties.
He even sneered at Ye Chen: "See? Perks of being elite."
"Settle down—class begins," Wang said coolly.
Ye Chen raised his hand. "Sir, I want to join Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo's group."
An uproar exploded.
Every head snapped toward him.
Nobody bargained with Teacher Wang—until now.
Xu Liang spun and gave a silent thumbs-up: "Legend."
The girls' eyes shone.
"Typical Ye Chen—always stunning us."
Sun Tao sneered, "You're Last in Class—one rotten fish spoils the pot."
Wang glared. "Stirring trouble again, Ye Chen?"
Most kids would crumple under that murderous stare.
Stocky, bespectacled, and all bristle, Wang looked terrifying.
Especially when his Ox-Eyes bulged.
Ye Chen stayed calm. "Sir, with them I might become the next No. 1."
Boom—
the class gasped.
"Rank 500 dreaming of top three—delusional?"
Wang chuckled at Ye Chen's confidence.
"Mutual study? I don't buy it."
He'd seen the cozy triangle blooming in class.
"Study group" sounds like love triangle to me.
But he only barked, "Denied."
"You're a last-year slacker; they're aces—why would they want you?"
"Sir, I'm willing," Li Sitong said, hand high.
Wang: "…"
He shot her a despairing look.
At least Xia Yingluo stayed quiet in the corner—good girl.
Li Sitong was bright but wild; Yingluo was pure diligence.
Wang adored Yingluo—poor, obedient, model student.
"In my eyes she's the class saint."
"Sir… I'd like to be in Ye Chen's group too."
A soft voice rose from the corner.
Wang froze.
He couldn't believe his "saint" had spoken.
"Yingluo—what did you say?"
She breathed deep. "I want to study with Ye Chen, sir."
Wang: "…"
Sun Tao wanted to bawl—both beauties ditching him.
Wang couldn't fathom his perfect pupil defying him.
Every guy stared at Ye Chen in awe—getting both school flowers on his side? Epic.
Chaos roared.
Wang slapped the desk. "Settled—class starts now."
Ye Chen kept quiet and waited for the bell.
When Wang left, Ye Chen followed him out.