Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 88 Cold River! Sect Rewards

The whispers of the girls next to him reached Kujou Kitsune's ears without missing a single word.

She remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she couldn't help but feel contempt. They were all females driven by hormones; what was so attractive about men's bodies?

Her brows furrowed slightly as she glanced at the camera set up beside her, then looked at the dashing young man on the sidelines, dressed in a jersey that was completely different from his usual style. Suddenly, she felt a little irritated.

At this point, both teams, guided by their instructors, lined up and took to the field, officially entering the preparation phase.

The first half begins.

The whistle blew through the air, and the basketball was tossed high into the air.

Less than 30 seconds into the game, Nakamura Taito dribbled the ball past half-court, faked out the defender, and accurately passed the ball to Hanakawa Kawayu.

Han Chuanyou received the ball and started his move smoothly. He took three steps and made a layup. His movements were fluid and effortless. Before the defender could react, the ball had already gone in through the backboard.

The score is now 2-0.

A cheer erupted from the stands. Hanchuan Yu patted Nakamura Taito on the shoulder and turned back to defend.

Aoyama clearly didn't take it seriously. Their captain, Arai Yamato, also known as player number 8, glanced at Hanchuan You and simply assumed he was lucky.

Arai Yamato is 1.9 meters tall. Both of his parents are former professional basketball players. He received systematic training from elementary school. His endurance, speed, jumping ability, and shooting skills are almost unmatched among his peers.

Aoyama was able to reach the national competition for three consecutive years because of his ace player.

Unfortunately, he encountered an even more perverted person today.

Han Chuan You believed that no one could be more perverted than him, whether mentally or physically.

Arai Yamato's expression quickly lost its composure.

Han Chuanyu received the ball again and shot it from beyond the three-point line. The basketball arced perfectly and swished through the net.

"Keep a close eye on him! Don't let him receive the ball!"

He shouted at his teammates.

The people from Qingshan realized something was wrong and began to keep a close watch on Han Chuanyou, even assigning two players specifically to defend him.

But Han Chuanyou's speed and reaction completely exceeded their expectations. He could pick and roll, make back cuts, and set off-ball screens. He could weave through the crowd like a mud shovel and always receive the pass in the most difficult positions.

With three minutes remaining in the first quarter, the score had already widened to 18-10.

Arai Yamato gritted his teeth and personally came to protect Kawakawa Yu from the cold.

He was genuinely angry. Standing at 1.9 meters tall, he was more than ten centimeters taller than Han Chuanyou, and his wingspan gave him a clear advantage. He spread his arms wide, blocking Han Chuanyou's way like a wall.

Come on.

He glared at Han Chuanchuanyou, his eyes full of resentment.

Han Chuan Yu didn't waste any words with him. His teammate passed the ball to him, and he took the ball and stepped back. Then, he took a step forward with his left foot, and Arai Yamato's body moved back slightly.

In that instant, Han Chuan You found an opening in the defense and shot directly, a three-pointer that went in again.

The rest of the game turned into a one-man show by Han Chuan You. He could break through, shoot jumpers, hit three-pointers, and make assists. Despite Qing Shan's best efforts to defend him, he couldn't stop him in the slightest.

Halfway through the second quarter, the score had become 35-18, with Qingchuan holding a commanding lead.

Arai Yamato's breathing began to become heavy; he had never felt this sense of powerlessness in someone his age.

Time quickly came to the last minute of the first half, and Qingchuan gained possession of the ball.

Takeuchi Hiroshi controlled the ball to run down the clock, then passed it to Kanakawa Yu. Kanakawa Yu received the ball near the center circle, with Arai Yamato standing in front of him and two other defensive players behind him.

The whole place fell silent.

Han Chuanyu lowered his center of gravity and changed direction repeatedly with his crotch, causing Arai Yamato's center of gravity to sway from side to side.

Suddenly, Yu Hanchuan accelerated with a crossover dribble, breaking through from the right. Yamato Arai desperately tried to follow, but Yu Hanchuan blocked half of his body with his shoulder.

Near the free-throw line, a help defender came up to cover, but Han Chuanyou didn't slow down at all. Instead, he continued to accelerate, squeezing a gap between the two defenders.

He leaped into the air, and Arai Yamato gritted his teeth and jumped up to try to block the shot. His 1.9-meter height and wingspan almost covered the entire rim.

In mid-air, Yu Hanchuan turned his body to the side, used his shoulder to knock away Yamato Arai's arm, and finally, raised his right hand high and slammed the ball into the basket.

"Bang!"

Slam dunk.

Goal! Whistle blows! First half ends.

The score was 44-24, with Qingchuan leading by twenty points.

The entire venue erupted in cheers, with the girls' screams nearly lifting the roof off. Some people excitedly stood up and frantically took photos with their phones.

Anna Yagyu's eyes were filled with admiration.

How come the senior is so good at basketball?

She shook her sister's arm, her expression excited: "Sister, look! The senior is so handsome!"

Yagyu Genne was so captivated by the boy's agile figure that she didn't react at all to her sister's movements.

Even Kujou Kitsune had to admit that the boy sweating it out on the basketball court had a unique charm.

only--

"Hanchuan-kun! Look this way!"

"So cool!"

"Ahhh, he smiled! Take a picture, take a picture! Those abs, hehehe—"

The screams of the girls around her rose and fell in waves, making her eardrums feel uncomfortable.

She frowned slightly, shifting her gaze from the boy to the empty dome of the stadium.

It's so noisy, I really want to chase them all away.

Arai Yamato landed on the ground, slumped down, and looked up at the boy who had fallen from the basketball hoop.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the floor, a testament to his despair at this one-sided suppression.

Originally, I just wanted to figure out the strength of our opponents before the national competition qualifiers. It would be better if we won, as it would boost the confidence of the team members. It wouldn't matter if we lost, but I didn't expect to lose so thoroughly.

"Your skills are pretty good, keep it up."

Samkawa Yuu smiled and stretched out his hand towards Arai Yamato.

Arai Yamato was taken aback for a moment, but when he met the boy's harmless smile, he finally took his hand and rekindled his fighting spirit.

"You're strong, but we won't give up easily! Go, Aoyama!"

"come on!"

The other team members shouted along, fully immersed in the game.

Han Chuan You also began to enjoy it, engaging in simple physical confrontations with them and enjoying the thrill of competition.

The result of the second half was no surprise; Qingchuanchuan maintained a significant lead and won the friendly match.

"We won!"

Han Chuan You was tossed high into the air by the basketball team members. After being suppressed by Qing Shan for so long, Han Chuan You finally got some revenge for them.

The group gradually calmed down, put Han Chuanyou down, and their expressions still couldn't hide their excitement.

At that moment, a line of subtitles also appeared in front of Han Chuan You's eyes.

[Because of your joining, the sect's silicon-cutting operation was a great success, and you have received a sect reward: 1 Spirit Concentration Pill, low-grade Xuan rank]

The reward was good, and he was very satisfied.

His divine sense was originally only in its rudimentary form, and he felt that he was only one step away from having a true divine sense.

With this low-grade Xuan-level Concentration Pill, one should be able to condense one's divine consciousness in one go.

Then I will be able to use the mental techniques from the Bewitching Illusionary God Scripture.

His divine sense could be projected outwards, killing people with his will invisibly, giving him the air of a grim reaper.

"Hankawa! Hankawa! Hankawa——"

Cheers surged from all directions inside the stadium, initially scattered, but gradually coalescing into a unified wave of sound, rising higher and higher like the tide, and finally culminating in the same name.

Han Chuanyou stood in the center of the stadium, his gaze slowly sweeping over the surrounding stands. He smiled and waved to the crowd, his posture resembling that of a general inspecting a vast army, composed yet flamboyant.

In the stands, Yagyu Genon couldn't help but purse his lips.

What a cocky guy.

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