A brilliant basketball journey, a dazzling spectacle.

Qin Yu has the ball.

The Bluebirds looked at Qin Yu beyond the three-point line with a hint of disdain in their eyes, but their defensive actions were much more serious than when they were dealing with Tian Bing.

"Kid, crooked ways can't last," Bluebird said dismissively.

"Is that so? Then I hope you can hold on until you meet me." Qin Yu said coldly, a stark contrast to his attitude when he spoke with Tian Bing.

"Let's see if your school's team can even make the top sixteen," Bluebirds sneered.

So what if this kid is better than the average player on a bottom-tier team?

Ball is not played by one person alone!

Qin Yu held the ball and looked at Wilt Chamberlain, the black guy pacing around the three-second zone. Their eyes met, and Qin Yu understood what Chamberlain meant.

"Hey, the area's been cleared out!"

Qin Yu had just raised his hand when he heard the sound and suddenly turned around.

Three staff members from the basketball gym entered the basketball court and began clearing it out.

"Hey, I'm talking to you guys! Look, nobody else is playing ball, so you're the only ones left. Hurry up and stop right now!" a staff member shouted.

"Brother Zhang, let them finish this round," said a spectator on the sidelines.

"What do you mean, 'finish this game'? Do you call the shots on this basketball court or do I? This is an order from above."

After you guys finish, everyone here has to work overtime.

"You're having fun, but we're doing our job!"

Yu Cun quickly stepped forward and looked at Zhang Jiang, the tallest among the staff, and asked, "Brother Zhang, is there something you need?"

Zhang Jiang turned around and saw it was Yu Cun. His expression softened slightly: "Xiao Yu, hurry up and get these kids ready. You've already played a few rounds here, that's more than enough."

"Brother Zhang, can you tell me what's going on?" Yu Cun had known Zhang Jiang for several years and knew his personality and habits.

Zhang Jiang said he had been waiting for a while, which means he must have been waiting for quite some time.

Moreover, Yu Cun, who had already started working, knew that Zhang Jiang's willingness to wait for them meant that these staff members were only waiting because of Zhang Jiang's influence; otherwise, they would have been fired long ago.

The score is now tied at three to three, which is barely acceptable.

Although Bluebirds and Luo Gang, who are currently in high school and college, may not be able to fully accept a 3-3 tie, they can't trouble the staff too much now, unless they really don't want to play in this stadium anymore.

After Lan Niao and Luo Gang met with Yu Cun and Zhang Jiang, the result of their negotiation was to stop the competition. Lan Niao was very dissatisfied, but since Yu Cun had agreed, he and Luo Gang could only acquiesce.

"Do you have any objections?" Yu Cun asked Qin Yu. After all, since it was a draw, it concerned how many people were wearing their jerseys.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do," Qin Yu said after glancing at Chamberlain, who was turning his head and spreading his hands at him.

He thought to himself that Chamberlain was quite good at dealing with people; it seemed he had spent quite a bit of time in China.

Having lived an extra lifetime, Qin Yu naturally understands the hardships of working people.

Zhang Jiang, wearing a work uniform and name tag, had just arrived at the sidelines when he was noticed.

They placed the ball on the sidelines and waited until the score was tied before clearing the field.

That's already giving them enough face; he can't cause them any trouble at work now.

"Huaxing Company is organizing a special 3v3 'Huaxing Cup' tournament. The notice was just issued today. The preliminary rounds will begin on Saturday, which is the day after tomorrow, and will last for two days. There will be three teams in each region, and the champion team will receive a prize of 10,000 yuan."

"Never mind, take a look yourself. There are still some flyers here. Give them the ones they're interested in." Zhang Jiang took out several brightly colored and very stylish basketball game posters from his tool bag.

Yu Cun took the poster from Zhang Jiang and then handed it to the people standing on the field.

Some of the onlookers, who often play golf in Jinghu District, also received the flyers and started reading them.

"You can come if you're interested. Anyone can sign up for the qualifiers. I saw on this poster... your skills are pretty good. What's your name? Can you tell me now?"

"My name is Zhou Biao." Qin Yu's eyes darted around, and he said with a wicked smile, though his mask concealed his smile.

Chamberlain, who was walking over to look at the promotional poster, stared wide-eyed – Do Chinese people have two names?

Sensing Chamberlain's surprised gaze, Qin Yu gave him a meaningful look. Chamberlain seemed lost in thought and shut his rambling mouth.

"How should we calculate this now?" Qin Yu asked Yu Cun.

"We tied this game. But you won the last game, so you can take their jerseys." Yu Cun glanced at Bluebird and Luo Gang, then turned his gaze to Li Cheng, who had been playing with Qin Yu and the others at the beginning.

Li Cheng shuddered, realizing he was going to lose his jersey today. It was a signed copy of Yi Jianlian's jersey that he had painstakingly obtained from a scalper. The other two, seeing Li Cheng take off his jersey, had no choice but to reluctantly take off theirs as well.

"Which one do you want?" Qin Yu asked Chamberlain.

"Never mind, it all smells like sweat." Chamberlain fanned his nose and then shook his head with a look of disgust.

Chamberlain's action left Li Cheng and the others speechless, and they couldn't help but sniff their jerseys—even though they were a little sweaty, it shouldn't be like this, right? They had actually been mocked by a black guy.

"You...you don't get cocky! Come back next time if you dare! This game wasn't even over yet. If we really played, do you think you'd win? Your jerseys would all be left here!" Li Cheng said to Chamberlain, looking at Luo Gang and the Blue Jays, who were very unhappy about the draw.

"Heh, is this what you Chinese call 'the outcome is still uncertain'?" Chamberlain said in broken and hesitant words. "However, while the outcome is indeed unknown, your clothes certainly have a certain odor."

A few onlookers couldn't help but chuckle as they listened. Being mocked for body odor by a Black guy—how strong must that smell be?

Then look at Chamberlain making his famous gesture. Although he was known for attracting people to beat him, seeing Li Cheng's furious expression with nowhere to vent his anger made those who were usually beaten by him on the field unable to help but laugh.

This will likely become dirt on Li Cheng in the future.

"Li Cheng," Bluebird said, looking at Li Cheng, "go back and train hard, try to make it into the starting lineup. If we really run into this kid in the next league match, beat him to a pulp."

Li Cheng nodded.

He also attended Jinghu Middle School.

"Your mid-range shot is pretty good," Qin Yu said, glancing at Yu Cun. "I hope we can have a friendly exchange sometime."

After saying that, Qin Yu turned around and patted Tian Bing, who was standing to the side.

At this moment, Tian Bing still felt somewhat honored as he held the form that Yu Cun handed him with both hands and looked at it carefully.

The slight smile Yu Cun gave him earlier eased Tian Bing's worries about not being able to come to Jinghu Sports Center in the future.

"Tian Bing, want to go for barbecue with Chamberlain and me?"

Tian Bing glanced at Yu Cun, then shook his head.

"Hi, bro, I'm hungry, hurry up and take me to get some barbecue." Seeing that Qin Yu had basically finished talking to Yu Cun, Chamberlain didn't even look at Luo Gang and Bluebird, and directly picked up the basketball and turned to walk outside.

"Are you very familiar with him?" Yu Cun asked, observing the way Qin Yu and Chamberlain were talking.

"Not familiar with it," Qin Yu replied.

Watching Chamberlain and Qin Yu walk off the court, Yu Cun smiled slightly: "Interesting."

Once off the court, Chamberlain became lively again.

"Qin Yu, why did you just say your name was Zhou Biao? Is it customary here to have two names?"

"Of course not. I will never change my name or surname; my name is Qin Yu."

"That was just now..."

"When you come out to play ball, don't give your real name," Qin Yu said, nodding as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Chamberlain mused, "Indeed, it seems I'll have to come up with a few more names for myself when I get back. No wonder you're wearing a mask." A picture was already forming in Chamberlain's mind.

"Stop thief! Stop thief!" Just then, a clear and melodious female voice came from beside the two of them.

On the non-motorized vehicle lane, a man carrying a woman's LV bag was running at high speed, followed closely by a woman wearing a suit skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and flat shoes with slightly high heels, chasing after him.

However, she was wearing a skirt after all, and the man running in front of her was running quite fast.

Qin Yu and Chamberlain exchanged a glance; Chamberlain was still hesitant. Qin Yu patted Chamberlain on the shoulder and charged forward first. Chamberlain's eyes immediately cleared of hesitation, and he followed Qin Yu.

The two chased for two hundred meters. Seeing that Qin Yu and Chamberlain had caught up with the thief, the thief threw the bag back at Qin Yu. Qin Yu dodged it with a swift movement. Chamberlain was about to reach out and catch it.

"Don't take it!" Qin Yu whispered. Chamberlain hesitated for a moment before watching the LV bag fall to the ground.

Chamberlain looked at Qin Yu with a puzzled expression.

"We still don't know if they're acting or not," Qin Yu explained.

"Acting?" Chamberlain's eyes widened, and he immediately looked around. "I don't see any cameras, and there's no one around." Chamberlain was exceptionally confident in his eyesight.

"I didn't mean they were filming funny videos, I meant they were acting out our roles," Qin Yu explained to Chamberlain in English.

"Are you acting as us?"

"Yes, what if there's no money in this bag, and then they say there is?"

Chamberlain stared wide-eyed at Qin Yu, utterly astonished by the unexpected depths of his young mind. Qin Yu, roughly his age, knew so much.

Then Qin Yu looked around and said, "Look, there are no surveillance cameras on this section of the road."

Chamberlain nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice. Having lived in China for some time, and combining what Qin Yu had said, Chamberlain roughly understood what he meant.

The woman finally ran over with her hair down, looked at the LV bag lying on the ground, and then at the two people standing next to her talking.

"You...you give me the bag," she said breathlessly.

"See, this is what I was saying. There's a 50% chance he (or she) is setting a trap for us. What should we say then?" Qin Yu whispered to Chamberlain.

Chamberlain nodded and turned to the woman: "Excuse me, this is your bag, we wouldn't dare touch it."

"You...you!" Zhang Yunyun's almond-shaped eyes widened, one hand on her hip, her gaze sweeping over Chamberlain before pointing at Qin Yu with her right finger. Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath, finally managing to utter two words after a long while.

She stared at Qin Yu, thinking, "If this isn't the kid in front of me teaching this dark-skinned boy, then something's definitely wrong."

What does this guy take Zhang Yunyun for? A liar? Someone in cahoots with a thief? Can't he see that she's disheveled?

Seeing Zhang Yunyun's disheveled hair, Qin Yu pulled Chamberlain back a step.

"Boys must protect themselves when they're out," Qin Yu said to Chamberlain.

In his previous life, Qin Yu had seen plenty of boys who were swindled out of their money by girls, and quite a few of them ended up in jail.

Having been given a second chance at life, Qin Yu became even more determined to avoid getting involved with unfamiliar women when he was out and about.

Chamberlain looked at Qin Yu and nodded vigorously.

Looking at the two lovable clowns in front of her, Zhang Yunyun's face turned bright red with anger.

"What do you take me for?!" Zhang Yunyun, finally catching her breath, yelled at the two of them.

"woman."

"What a terrible woman," Chamberlain said haltingly in broken Chinese.

Looking at the two people in front of her, and thinking that if it weren't for them, this bag would definitely be lost today, and the loss of the important documents inside would be a real disaster, Zhang Yunyun suppressed her anger.

"Hmph!" She snorted coldly. Seeing that the two unmoved and ungentlemanly men really wouldn't help her pick up her bag from the ground, she could only frown, bend down to pick up the small LV bag and sling it over her arm. She glared at the two men again, and then took out a cartoon-style hair clip from the bag.

After holding the hair clip in her mouth, Zhang Yunyun tilted her head back, revealing her long, flawless, fair neck. Then, she tied her hair up in a bun behind her head with both hands, and then took the hair clip out of her mouth with her right hand and tied her hair on top of her head.

Zhang Yunyun, now dressed and ready, exudes the competence and allure of a professional woman, especially with this outfit.

Qin Yu's throat bobbed, and Chamberlain was also stunned.

He hadn't expected the woman before him to be so beautiful. Even by Chamberlain's standards of beauty, he felt that Zhang Yunyun could at least make the top eight in their local beauty pageant—if only her skin were a little darker, ideally as dark as his. However, because of her skin tone, he didn't feel anything particularly special about her.

Qin Yu was the first to regain his senses and glanced at Chamberlain. At that moment, Chamberlain's eyes were calm and clear.

"Alright, beautiful, check if anything's missing?" Looking at the beautiful woman's face, Qin Yu had no choice but to go along with it. Aside from Xin Zhiyan, who might be a couple years later when she went to university, in his memory, no one could be more beautiful than the woman in front of him.

"Hmph, now you know you were wrong?"

"Hehe, who knows? What if she's a beautiful snake?"

Besides, can't beautiful women commit fraud? Qin Yu didn't want to be manipulated. He was still teaching Chamberlain, and if he went along with what the woman in front of him said, wouldn't that be admitting that everything he had taught was wrong?

"Let's go."

"Hey kid."

Anyway, I still want to thank you.

"Which school are you from? Which class are you in?" Zhang Yunyun asked.

Qin Yu didn't say anything, but put his arm around Chamberlain's shoulder: "Come on, let's go eat barbecue over there."

"Kid, even if you don't say it, I know. Your school uniform says Third Middle School. Don't think I can't find you," Zhang Yunyun shouted.

"His name is Zhou Biao." Chamberlain's broken Chinese rang out again, sounding particularly awkward this time, perhaps because he had done something "bad."

Qin Yu gave Chamberlain a thumbs up.

This guy's quick-witted! He's quick to apply what he's learned; he beat everyone else to it.