The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City

"Senior three, senior three!"

The atmosphere was nearly insane, especially for the senior three guys, their faces flushed red, shouting hysterically.

Wang Jing stood in the crowd, a hint of mist in her eyes.

She prided herself on thinking Liu Fei was handsome, charming, and good at basketball, but now a strong hatred surged in her heart.

"Hey, girl, thanks a lot. Thanks for breaking up with Zhang Fan. Such a handsome guy with such good basketball skills, now I can openly chase him." A girl next to Wang Jing patted her shoulder and said.

"Bastard!" Wang Jing was furious. Why was it like this? That loser, how could anyone like him!

"What the hell, when did Zhang Fan become so fierce?" The people in Class 26 were all dumbfounded, watching Zhang Fan on the court. That guy who wasn't good at academics and was almost unnoticed in the class, how could his basketball skills be so perverse?

This wasn't a center, it was an all-rounder!

Stealing the ball, fast dribbling, layups, dunks, blocking, damn, who could keep up?

"Hey, come watch the court, there's a basketball expert. Windmill dunks, twice stealing the ball from Liu Fei, if you don't come, it'll be over soon." Some basketball enthusiasts called their friends.

This match, you'd regret it forever if you missed it.

In the distance, Ye Xuan, standing by the classroom window watching the court, suddenly smiled brightly.

"Lightning Storm, do you remember me..."

For a moment, a large number of people surged towards the basketball court, even some teachers were attracted by the heated atmosphere.

"How does it feel to be blocked by a nobody?" Zhang Fan whispered as he passed Liu Fei.

Instantly, Liu Fei's face twisted with rage. He glared at Zhang Fan, squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Bastard."

"Wash your neck clean." Zhang Fan made a cutting gesture at his neck and quickly ran towards the blue team's half.

"Listen up, knock Zhang Fan down, 500 bucks each, and dinner on me tonight if we finish the game." Liu Fei whispered to a few guys on the blue team.

"500 bucks, a fancy meal, hehe." A few blue team players looked at Zhang Fan maliciously.

With their big bodies, knocking Zhang Fan over would be a piece of cake.

"Start!"

The blue team sprinted, all of them casting fleeting glances at Zhang Fan.

"Qi, block the tallest one." Zhang Fan said, and just as Liu Fei was about to shoot, he leaped, but a blue team player beside him also jumped, aiming not for the ball, but for Zhang Fan.

"Fan, watch out," Gao Qi roared, seeing the player's extended arm targeting Zhang Fan's ribs. "Damn it, bastard."

Zhang Fan caught the ball with both hands, but the next moment, an intense pain came from his ribs, and his body was sent flying by the impact, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Hiss!" Zhang Fan gasped, holding his knee, cold sweat streaming down his face.

Damn it, these bastards actually rammed into him on purpose.

"Tweet!" The referee blew the whistle immediately.

The onlookers saw this and started to panic.

"Damn, the blue team is shameless, deliberately ramming people." Someone yelled.

"What, can't win, so they ram people on purpose? Damn it, these bastards, get off the court." Voices condemning the blue team erupted.

"Heh, what deliberate ramming, just a mistake," Liu Fei explained with a cold smile.

"Fan, are you okay?" Gao Qi and a few others helped Zhang Fan up. Seeing the blood on Zhang Fan's knee, their anger surged.

"I'm fine." Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and stood up, glaring coldly at Liu Fei and the others. Thankfully, he hadn't changed his shorts, or he'd be more seriously injured. This time, they had truly enraged him.

"Continue!" Zhang Fan ignored his knee injury. Besides the pain, it didn't affect playing basketball.

Zhang Fan took the ball, his speed undiminished, sprinting from the red half towards the blue half.

Liu Fei sneered, stepping forward to block Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan's lips curled into a grin, speeding up, and just when he was close to Liu Fei, he spun suddenly, his right foot brushing against Liu Fei's, and with a twist, Liu Fei lost balance and fell to the ground. But to others, it seemed as if Liu Fei's foot suddenly twisted, causing him to fall on his own.

Zhang Fan sped up, his gaze fixed on the guy who had just knocked him down, a cold smile on his face as he charged ahead.

Turning, bending his waist, his elbow swiftly pierced through the opponent's chest, striking his ribs hard. An eye for an eye, payback!

The immense force sent the guy flying, crashing to the ground.

The remaining three blue team players attacked simultaneously. Zhang Fan clutched the ball, a cold smile spreading across his lips as he advanced.

Three steps, an incredibly dominant layup technique.

The three opponents swarmed, but Zhang Fan's steps grew quicker with each stride.

"Bang."

The basketball was dunked into the hoop with a resounding crash. Of the three players trying to block him, two were sent flying, and the third got hit on the head by the dunked ball.

None of the five blue team players remained standing.

"Damn, he's fierce!"

Exclamations erupted, and many people felt a sense of satisfaction. Damn it, those deliberately ramming bastards deserved such punishment.

"Foul, deliberate ramming!" The blue team players yelled.

The referee approached and said coldly, "Blue team's blocking foul, red team gets a two-plus-one opportunity."

This immediately left the blue team in shock. Damn it, all five of them got knocked down, and the referee called a foul on them?

"Hahaha." The referee's words made everyone burst into laughter. Damn, blocking foul, two-plus-one, pure face slap.

"Nice!"

The red team cheered wildly, seeing the five blue team players still down, and feeling even more satisfied.

Zhang Fan's cold gaze swept over Liu Fei and the others, raising his middle finger in full view of everyone.

"Zhang Fan, I love you!" a girl screamed.

Liu Fei's face turned the color of pig liver, staring at his skinned elbow, his hatred deepening.

The blue team substituted two players, but Zhang Fan dominated the court, forcing the blue team to assign two players to guard him.

However, Zhang Fan ruled the court like a demon god.

Layups, ball control, mid-range shots, dunks, in just twelve minutes, the score reached 54:25, and the blue team didn't score a single point.

After a brief two-minute break, Zhang Fan returned to the court, continuing to dominate.

Since Zhang Fan knocked down five players and the blue team was penalized, no one dared to ram into Zhang Fan again. The guy who rammed into Zhang Fan was still sitting on the ground, in pain and unable to get up.

"Damn, Zhang Fan scored another three-pointer."

"Holy shit, another dunk!"

"Go Senior Three, beat the Sophomores!"

"Twenty seconds left!" the referee shouted, looking at the time.

"Backboard!" Zhang Fan shouted, leaping from beyond the three-point line.

At that moment, Gao Qi smashed the ball towards the backboard.

"Damn, is this a dunk from beyond the three-point line? Damn, this jumping ability is insane."

"Grab the ball, what are you standing around for?" Liu Fei roared.

"Too late!" Zhang Fan shouted coldly, catching the ball mid-air and slamming it into the hoop.

"We won, we won!" Gao Qi and others roared.

"Tweet." The referee blew the whistle, "Game over."

"Lightning Storm, Lightning Storm!" The chants were like thunder, resounding through the skies.

"102:25! Damn, since the start of the second half, the blue team didn't score a single point."

Over three times the score shocked everyone.

As the game ended, countless girls surged onto the court.

Gao Qi and others, who wanted to toss Zhang Fan into the air, were completely pushed aside.

"Damn, it's just a basketball game, why so crazy." Gao Qi looked jealous.

Damn, so many cute girls here!

"Damn it, who's touching me!"

Zhang Fan was taken aback, some girl had reached out to grope him. Panicking, he squeezed through the crowd of girls, threw off his jersey, and ran.

In the distance, Liu Fei's face was twisted in rage: "Zhang Fan, don't you dare leave after school."

Zhang Fan suddenly turned, walked over to Liu Fei with a dark expression: "If I remember correctly, we had a bet, whoever loses runs naked, right..."