Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

With nothing to do, the group spontaneously split into two groups—a basketball group and a fishing group—to pass the time during this leisurely and boring period before the New Year.

The basketball team boasts a star-studded lineup: Zhang Qilin, Hei Xiazi, Xie Yuchen, Kan Jian, Yang Hao, plus three members of the Zhang family, making a total of eight, divided into four teams of four.

Seeing this commotion, no one dared to join in. These people were reckless and strong; joining them wouldn't be playing ball, it would be suicide. One wrong move and you could go in upright and come out sideways.

The fishing group was much quieter: Wu Xie, Fatty, Luo Que, White Snake, Wang Meng, and Huo Daofu.

Among these people, some are pure anglers, some like playing with fishing rods, and some simply prefer water and quiet. In short, they are a group of people who can't join the basketball team but can't stay idle.

The only two women, Shen Mingchao and Huo Xiuxiu, naturally became the only spectators in the entire event, chatting and gossiping while snacking on sunflower seeds and occasionally snapping photos of other people's embarrassing moments, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

At first, everyone did their own thing and didn't bother each other.

Originally, Zhang Haike and the other two did not intend to participate. Zhang Haiyan said they could climb the tree and be cheerleaders for the clan chief. Zhang Qianjun had even prepared celebratory fireworks. However, when they saw Shen Mingchao and Huo Xiuxiu walking over, they immediately changed their minds.

On the basketball court, the wind whistled and the big shots displayed their unique skills. Especially when the four members of the Zhang family and Hei Xiazi were evenly matched, that was when they could have the most fun.

But what happened next was completely beyond their expectations.

Shen Mingchao and Huo Xiuxiu were chatting enthusiastically by the court when, without warning, two urgent male voices rang in his mind, shouting "Watch out!"

Her heart tightened, and she quickly glanced at the scene out of the corner of her eye.

A basketball flew straight toward them with incredible speed.

It's too late to say.

Almost instinctively, Shen Mingchao raised his hand, his palm firmly clenching to catch the ball. Then, without thinking, he tossed the ball back.

Skillful!

The basketball traced a clean, crisp parabola through the air, crossed half the court, and swished into the net.

A very beautiful three-pointer.

Everyone present paused, even Shen Mingchao himself was shocked.

His eyes immediately lit up with interest.

It just so happens that it's halftime for the basketball team.

Yang Hao wiped the sweat from his brow and quickly ran over to apologize for his mistake when he passed the ball earlier.

"I didn't hold it properly just now, did I scare you?"

Shen Mingchao shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Yuchen walked over from the other side of the court, his gaze falling on Shen Mingchao's wrist. He asked with concern, "How's your hand? Did you twist it, or is it uncomfortable?"

Seeing that someone else was coming towards her, Shen Mingchao quickly turned her wrist: "See, I'm really fine."

"but....."

A smile flickered in Shen Mingchao's eyes as he turned and walked over to Zhang Qilan in the middle of the court, extending his hand: "Idol, can I borrow the ball for a moment?"

"Okay." Without any hesitation, Zhang Qilin steadily passed the ball over.

Zhang Haiyan's eyes lit up, and he chimed in, "Mingchao, what are you trying to do? Are you planning to smash the culprit's head to vent your anger?"

Zhang Qianjun was speechless, thinking to himself, "Does he think everyone is like him, acting so erratically and holding grudges?"

"Don't be so eager to stir up trouble. Ming Chao isn't like that." Zhang Haike noticed the clan chief's gaze and quickly tried to smooth things over.

Shen Mingchao was certainly not acting out of revenge.

She smiled and said, "Everyone, watch closely!"

She now possesses strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, and coupled with those two exceptionally reliable "cheat codes" in her mind, once she gets into a rhythm, she becomes unstoppable.

Raise your hand.

Aim.

Shot.

The whole routine was fluid and smooth, with each shot landing steadily in the basket. In the end, he even added some fancy touches, executing a difficult back-to-the-basket three-pointer.

Huo Xiuxiu acted as a fan site manager, cheering and snapping photos with her phone.

Midway through, Shen Mingchao waved to the sidelines.

It means: Raising your hand isn't an apology, it means you still need to practice.

The expressions of the other men present were much more interesting, a truly diverse array.

From initial surprise and astonishment, to later blankness and silence, and finally, realizing that something was amiss.

Wait, wait, wait—

Shouldn't they be showcasing their skills on the court, inadvertently revealing their masculine charm and captivating everyone?

How come they've become the ones standing still, while Shen Mingchao has become the main attraction, making them feel incredibly handsome?

Not right.

It's not right.

What went wrong?

No one could figure it out. All they knew was that the game had completely gone awry the moment Shen Mingchao took the shot.

With this, the entire basketball team was eliminated.

After the basketball and training groups were successively "crushed," only the fishing group remained quietly.

This group wasn't much better.

Because they were the group that felt the most heartbroken.

After playing for a while, Shen Mingchao strolled leisurely to the lakeside. A gentle breeze caressed her face as she looked at a group of well-equipped and professionally trained fishermen in front of her. Suddenly, some videos of cultists fishing that she had seen before flashed through her mind.

For example, they might use outrageous fish food like QQ candy, grilled sausages, or small wooden sticks to fish. And they might even catch something.

Shen Mingchao didn't know if there was any inside story, but she was indeed curious, so she decided to test it out.

Luo Que happened to be standing next to her, so she turned to ask if he had brought any lollipops and if so, if he could have one.

Luo Que was stunned for a moment when she heard this. Thinking that Shen Mingchao wanted to eat it, she took out all the candies she had in her pocket and stuffed them into his mouth without saying a word.

"You don't need so many, one is enough."

Shen Mingchao smiled and took it, unwrapped the candy, and without hesitation, hung the lollipop on the fishing line, flicked his wrist, and threw it into the water with a "plop".

This action left everyone speechless.

"What are you doing...?" Luo Que asked, puzzled.

The fat man joked, "Girl, are you trying to add some sweetness to the water so the fish can have a sweet and happy New Year?"

Wu Xie couldn't help but chuckle: "Your method is quite novel, but using sugar to fish is probably not very..."

Before he could finish speaking, the water began to ripple.

Shen Mingchao's eyes lit up. He reached out and took the net that Huo Xiuxiu handed him, and quickly scooped the fish up.

At that moment, apart from the fish struggling in the net and the cheers of the two girls, the world fell silent.

Especially those fishermen with full gear, their faces were as calm as still water, but their hearts were breaking down.

Their carefully selected bait, professional fishing rods, and years of experience...

In the end, I actually lost to a lollipop.

Heavenly Bodhisattva, is there no reason to believe this?

Shen Mingchao couldn't hear what everyone was thinking, otherwise she would have definitely replied: "Hey~ I won't talk about it."

"Hehe, I didn't expect to see this so soon after I arrived. Fishing with a lollipop, and actually catching one. You really are as amazing as ever."

Shen Mingchao looked in the direction of the sound and was suddenly startled.

The person speaking was Zhang Rishan, who was sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed over silently by his hands.

"It's only been a few days, how did you get like this?" she asked with concern.

Zhang Rishan smiled gently and casually made up a lie: "It's nothing, just a minor ailment. Get some more sun and it'll be fine after a while."

"A minor problem?"

Hodor suddenly raised his voice.

No doctor can tolerate a patient running around disobeying orders, especially right under their nose. So he coldly said, "I'll change your dressing again tonight."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Rishan recalled some unpleasant experiences with changing dressings, and his expression involuntarily stiffened.