The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The second period in the afternoon is physical education class.

The sun was still scorching in early September, especially just after 2 p.m. The rubber track on the playground was softened by the sun, and the air was filled with the smell of baked rubber.

The PE teacher was a burly man who was 1.9 meters tall. After a simple assembly and two laps of warm-up exercises, he waved his hand and said, "Dismissed! There are balls in the equipment room. Go get whatever you want to play with."

The boys, who had been looking dejected, suddenly erupted in excitement, yelling and rushing towards the equipment room.

Chen Zhi yawned and lay down on the lawn under the shade of a tree.

In this kind of weather, you should find a shady spot, squint your eyes, and watch the young women passing by – that's how you enjoy life.

"Chen Zhi, aren't you going to play ball?"

A soft, sweet voice came from above.

Chen Zhi opened his eyes and saw Lin Wanwan and Li Zhiyi standing in front of him.

Lin Wanwan was wearing a loose-fitting school uniform short-sleeved shirt. Because of the heat, her fair arms were exposed. Lin Wanwan had taken good care of sun protection. While others were getting as dark as coal, she was perfectly fine.

She was holding two bottles of water, her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her cheeks were flushed.

Li Zhiyi, standing beside him, seemed a little flustered. She clutched the hem of her clothes and hid behind Lin Wanwan, not saying a word, but just blinking her big eyes at him.

"No, it's too sunny." Chen Zhi rolled over, preparing to change his position and continue lounging. "Exercising in this weather can easily lead to sudden death. Let me rest for a while."

But I want to see it.

Lin Wanwan squatted down, poked Chen Zhi's arm with her finger, and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "I heard that Li Jiahao and the others are going to compete against you. Everyone is going, and it would be embarrassing for you, the class monitor, not to go."

"Let whoever wants to go, go. Can face feed you?" Chen Zhi remained unmoved.

"Chen Zhi..." Li Zhiyi spoke softly at this moment, her voice barely audible, "I... really want to watch you play ball too."

Chen Zhi paused.

If it were just Lin Wanwan, he could still shamelessly act unreasonable. But Li Zhiyi usually doesn't dare to speak loudly, and now that she's asking for a favor, refusing her would seem like he's being particularly heartless.

Just as I was hesitating, a loud, arrogant slapping sound suddenly came from the basketball court.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Chen Zhi sat up, looked over there, and laughed.

Li Jiahao, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, stood outside the three-point line, frantically dribbling the ball between his legs.

This guy clearly came prepared.

Everyone else was wearing school uniforms or ordinary T-shirts, but Li Jiahao's outfit was absolutely blinding:

He wore a red sweatband, a wristband on his left wrist and an elbow pad on his right, professional tight-fitting knee pads, and a pair of brand-new limited edition Jordan sneakers. Even his jersey was an authentic Lakers #24.

This entire outfit is probably more expensive than all the shoes worn by everyone present combined.

Someone unfamiliar with the situation might mistake this for the NBA Finals, rather than a PE class for first-year middle school students.

"Chen Zhi!"

Li Jiahao clearly spotted Chen Zhi under the shade of the tree. Holding the ball in one hand, he struck what he thought was a cool pose and shouted, "If you're a man, come and have some fun! Don't hide in a bunch of women like a coward!"

The boys around started making noise, and the girls all turned their attention to them.

Chen Zhi sighed, patted the grass clippings off his bottom, and stood up.

"Alright, since someone's offering their face for me to hit, it wouldn't be very polite of me not to do it."

Today I'll show you what Jiangcheng Rukawa Kaede is all about.

Lin Wanwan's eyes lit up, and she immediately pulled Li Zhiyi along, shouting, "Go for it! Crush him!"

On the basketball court, the two teams quickly divided up.

3V3 Bullfighting.

Li Jiahao brought two henchmen with him, who were his usual cronies, both of whom were quite tall.

Chen Zhi's side was more casual. Besides him, there were two bespectacled boys who usually looked quite honest, but they were obviously just conscripts to make up the numbers.

"You know the rules, right? Ten balls, whoever gets the ball first wins." Li Jiahao shook his jersey, his eyes sweeping contemptuously over Chen Zhi's canvas shoes. "Be careful, don't knock me over. These shoes cost over three thousand, you can't afford to pay for them if you break them."

Chen Zhi lazily stretched his wrists: "Enough talk, let's start."

Game start.

Li Jiahao dribbles the ball and attacks.

It has to be said that although this kid has a bad character, he has indeed trained for several years, and his basic skills are much more solid than those of the average junior high school student.

As soon as he got the ball, he started his personal show.

Dribble between the legs, switch hands behind the back, and then fake a move.

The movements are flashy and exaggerated.

"Wow!" A girl on the sidelines who didn't know anything about football exclaimed.

Hearing the girl's scream, Li Jiahao's vanity was instantly satisfied. He subconsciously looked towards the sidelines, searching for that aloof figure.

Pei Ningxue was sitting on the steps not far away.

However, to Li Jiahao's dismay, Pei Ningxue was holding an English vocabulary book and didn't even look up, as if the commotion had nothing to do with her.

Damn it! My moves just now must not have been cool enough!

Li Jiahao was seething with anger and turned to look at Chen Zhi, who was defending him.

Chen Zhi's defensive posture was strange.

He didn't lower his center of gravity at all; he just stood there straight.

"Whom do you look down on?"

Enraged, Li Jiahao suddenly accelerated, attempting to break through from the right.

The moment he started it, Chen Zhi moved.

Without making any unnecessary movements, Chen Zhi simply took a small step to the side and stretched out his long arm.

"Snapped!"

The ball is gone.

Li Jiahao felt his hand suddenly go empty, and he lurched forward two steps before stopping. Looking back, he saw that the ball was already in Chen Zhi's hands.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

Chen Zhi stood outside the three-point line, dribbling the ball in his hand, and shook his head. "Dribbling is for getting past people, not for polishing the floor."

After saying that, he didn't even jump; he simply raised his hand and threw it away.

The gesture was extremely perfunctory, like casually throwing away trash.

The basketball traced a high parabola in the air.

"Whoosh!"

The ball swished through the net, sending white waves crashing against it.

1: 0.

"Luck! It's definitely luck!" Li Jiahao's henchman shouted.

Li Jiahao, equally unconvinced, retorted, "You must be guessing! Let's try again!"

In the next few minutes, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded on the basketball court.

Li Jiahao's side was really giving it his all.

With various tactical runs and pick-and-rolls, Li Jiahao was drenched in sweat. He dribbled the ball for more than ten seconds on each offensive possession, looking as tired as a dog. He finally managed to huff and puff and put the ball into the basket.

On the other hand, let's look at Chen Zhi's side.

That's what you call a health-preserving lifestyle.

Chen Zhi barely moved; he just strolled around the center circle and the three-point line.

As soon as the ball is in his hands, he raises his hand and shoots whenever there is even the slightest opening.

The key point is that it's incredibly accurate!

Whether it's a straight shot off the backboard, a shot from the corner, or even a three-pointer from far beyond the arc, the ball seems to have a GPS tracker as it heads straight into the basket.

The score quickly reached 9-9.

Match point.

At this moment, Li Jiahao's hair was soaked with sweat, and the expensive hairband hung crookedly on his forehead, making him look extremely disheveled.

Chen Zhi, apart from a little sweat on his forehead, didn't even breathe heavily.

"The last ball."

Chen Zhi held the ball and stood near the center circle.

Li Jiahao stared intently at him, his eyes red.

This ball will decide the outcome.

If he loses to someone wearing canvas shoes who is completely out of it, how will Li Jiahao ever be able to get along in Class 3 of Grade 7?

"Defend him tight! Don't let him shoot!" Li Jiahao yelled at his two teammates.

The three immediately spread out, forming a pincer movement. Li Jiahao even stuck close to Chen Zhi, constantly interfering with him with his hands, and some of his actions even seemed to be considered fouls.

"So serious?"

A playful smile appeared on Chen Zhi's lips.

Since you want to play with your body, then I'll show you what physical confrontation really is.

Chen Zhi suddenly lowered his center of gravity, and his eyes sharpened in an instant.

"Bang!"

The basketball slammed heavily onto the ground with a dull thud.

Chen Zhi suddenly took a step to the left.

Li Jiahao subconsciously shifted his center of gravity accordingly.

However, this was just a feint.

In a very short time, Chen Zhi pulled the ball back from behind his back to his right hand, while simultaneously changing direction sharply to the right.

This move is called "Buddha's Bow Over the Human," but when combined with Chen Zhi's terrifying explosive power, the effect is simply explosive.

Li Jiahao felt a blur before his eyes, his body tried to keep up with his brain's reaction, but his legs wouldn't obey his brain.

A sharp, twisting sensation came from my ankle.

"squeak--"

The expensive Jordan sneakers made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the plastic surface.

Immediately afterwards, to the astonishment of the entire audience, Li Jiahao tripped and spun around like a top for half a turn before landing hard on his bottom.

The so-called "ankle terminator"!

Chen Zhi passed Li Jiahao in one step, and there was no one in front of him.

Instead of stopping for a jump shot, he took three steps and glided towards the basket like a bird.

In mid-air, to dodge a hand coming to help defend, he used his core strength to make an extremely smooth pull-up motion, deftly flicking the ball into the basket.

"beep--"

The PE teacher blew the whistle.

10: 9.

Chen Zhi landed, dusted off his hands, didn't even glance at Li Jiahao on the ground, and turned to walk off the field.

"Holy crap! That was amazing!"

"He fell over! He fell over completely!"

"That's a real expert! The previous ones were just playing with kids!"

The boys were thrilled; what they had just witnessed was truly visually stunning.

A "professional player" dressed in full gear was so badly shaken by an "old man" wearing school uniform pants that he was forced to sit down and couldn't get up. This is like a wish-fulfillment novel coming to life.

Li Jiahao sat on the scorching hot plastic floor, his head buzzing.

Shame, anger, and resentment intertwined, making him wish he could disappear into the ground.

What made him even more desperate was that his two henchmen were busy getting water and no one came to help him.

On the other side, Chen Zhigang was "surrounded" as soon as he walked to the sidelines.

"Squad leader! Quick, wipe your sweat!"

Lin Wanwan was the first to rush forward, holding a pink towel that seemed to appear out of nowhere, and stood on tiptoe to shove it at Chen Zhi's face.

Their movements were as natural as those of an old married couple, completely oblivious to the hundreds of eyes watching them.

"Ahem, I can do it myself." Chen Zhi couldn't resist the girl's enthusiasm, so he reached out and took the towel and wiped his face haphazardly.

"Squad leader, have some water."

Li Zhiyi blushed and handed over a bottle of mineral water with the cap unscrewed. "It's at room temperature. It's not good to drink something cold right after exercising."

"Thanks." Chen Zhi tilted his head back and took a big gulp, feeling the burning sensation in his throat subside considerably.

The boys around them stared wide-eyed.

Lin Wanwan is a recognized cute class beauty, and Li Zhiyi, although low-key, is also a pretty girl.

Did Chen Zhi save the galaxy in his past life?

This is not over yet.

Just then, the crowd suddenly fell silent.

Pei Ningxue, who had been sitting on the steps reading a book, had closed the book at some point and was now walking towards them with her long, slender legs.

She was expressionless, her cold face revealing neither joy nor anger, and she tightly gripped a can of cola still dripping with water droplets in her hand.

Sitting on the ground, Li Jiahao saw this scene and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

Could it be... could it be that the goddess came to comfort me after I fell?

He struggled to stand up, forcing a brave smile, his hand halfway outstretched: "Ningxue, I didn't..."

Pei Ningxue didn't even glance at him and walked straight past his outstretched hand.

There wasn't even a second's pause.

It's like passing by a wisp of air.

Li Jiahao's hand froze in mid-air, his smile solidified on his face, and he seemed to be petrified.

Pei Ningxue walked straight up to Chen Zhi.

She glanced at the sweat on Chen Zhi's forehead, then at Lin Wanwan and Li Zhiyi beside her, who were holding towels and water. Her brows furrowed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Give."

She handed the can of iced cola to Chen Zhi, her voice still cool and aloof, "I promised you."

The entire room fell silent.

That's Pei Ningxue!

A cold, aloof heiress who is chauffeured to and from school in a Maybach.

Chen Zhi looked at the can of cola emitting a chill in front of him, then at Pei Ningxue's eyes that seemed to hold stars, and grinned.

"Thanks, deskmate. This is the real gas station for men."

He took the Coke, clicked open the tab, and gulped it down.

Carbonated bubbles burst in my mouth, and the cool liquid slid down my esophagus into my stomach, taking away all the heat from my body.

"Cool!"

Chen Zhi let out a burp, completely lacking any decorum.

Pei Ningxue looked at him like this, and the corner of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, as if she wanted to laugh but held it back.

"I'm gone."

She didn't linger; she turned around, picked up her book, and left everyone with a graceful silhouette.

All that remained was a shattered heart of a young boy on the basketball court, and Li Jiahao sitting on the ground, utterly questioning the meaning of life.

……

When school was over, the setting sun cast long shadows of the school building.

After an afternoon of buzz, Chen Zhi's "battle of legend" on the basketball court had spread throughout the entire first-year junior high school class.

When Chen Zhi returned to the classroom to pack his schoolbag, he could clearly feel that the way his classmates looked at him was different.

There was awe, there was admiration, and of course, there were many envious, jealous, and hateful glances from the boys.

"Chen Zhi, you really stole the show today."

Lin Wanwan, carrying her schoolbag, waited for Chen Zhi to pack his things while saying sourly, "Even Pei Ningxue brought you water. Humph, the class monitor is incredibly charming."

"That's payment, do you understand?" Chen Zhi stuffed the textbook into his schoolbag. "It's the fee for carrying her to the infirmary last time."

"I'd never believe you," Lin Wanwan pouted.

Chen Zhi zipped up his backpack and was about to put it on when he suddenly felt something strange in the mesh pocket on the side of the backpack.

It's bulging and puffy.

He reached out and pulled out a pink envelope.

The envelope was unsigned, only had a heart drawn on it, and a cute cartoon sticker was pasted on the seal.

Chen Zhi was stunned.

Is this... a love letter?

Are middle school students these days so precocious? It's only been a few days since school started!

Before he could react, Lin Wanwan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly moved closer, her big eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as she stared intently at the pink envelope.

"Chen Zhi!"

Her voice instantly rose eight octaves, carrying a strong hint of jealousy and the air of someone interrogating a criminal:

"Is that a love letter? Who gave it to you?!"

"I'm going to tell your mom!"