Chapter 151 Instructor Bai

Military training was indeed exhausting, and by the end of the day, most people were spent.

Wang Zhimin did not have it as easy as he did on the first day. After standing at attention for barely five minutes, he would start whining, "Report, Instructor, I can't hold on any longer."

His expression was full of agony, looking even more aggrieved than girls experiencing menstrual cramps.

The instructor had already reached his limit with this guy. "Can't stand at attention? Then how about a run around the track?"

Wang Zhimin clutched his chest. "Instructor, how can you be so cruel to the flowers of our motherland? I still have to contribute to the four modernizations of our country in the future! I cannot fall here."

The instructor rolled his eyes at him. "With your physical fitness, if you don't train more, you'll end up sacrificing your life on the path of building socialism."

The instructor's surname was Bai—that was the only piece of information everyone knew. He was very strict during training, but actually a nice guy. In his spare time, he would tell the students interesting and passionate stories from his time in the military.

Every time, Wang Zhimin would listen with boiling blood, patting his chest and declaring, "I'm going to join the army in the future."

Ha! Someone who could only stand at attention for five minutes claiming he wanted to join the army—how hilarious!

On the third day of military training, training ended a bit earlier than usual. Wang Zhimin invited the instructor to play a game of basketball.

The instructor declined, saying, "Old folks like us, how could we ever beat you young people?"

Wang Zhimin laughed heartily. "Don't worry, Instructor! We know you guys are usually busy with training and definitely don't have much time to play basketball, so we'll go easy on you."

An instructor from the neighboring class, seeing Wang Zhimin's overflowing confidence, teased, "This chubby guy looks like a pro!"

Ming Han nodded. "He just beat a faculty member's family member on the basketball court yesterday, practically reducing the guy to tears."

Seeing Ming Han puffing him up so much, Wang Zhimin looked quite smug. "It's nothing! Wiping the floor with the opponent is pretty normal for me."

Ming Han continued, "Some sixty-something-year-old grandpa just went to the basketball court to relax, and our dear Wang Zhimin dragged him over for a one-on-one showdown. The poor grandpa was totally bewildered, clutching the ball and freezing in place for a long time."

"Uh." Wang Zhimin looked slightly embarrassed. "Actually, the grandpa was quite formidable too; he almost hit a game-winner against me."

Ha! And you're actually proud of that.

In the end, the instructor agreed to play a match with them.

Wang Zhimin was ecstatic. "Lots of girls are definitely going to come watch later. I must perform well and charm thousands of maidens."

Watching Wang Zhimin daydreaming over there, Ming Han shook his head helplessly. "Go ahead and play; I'll pass. I'm exhausted today and just want to go lie down in the dorm."

Wang Zhimin sighed to Wu Xinhai, "Ming Han is just like that—he doesn't know how to showcase himself. Someone like him is going to suffer in society later on."

They found that Ming Han never seemed particularly invested in most things.

Wu Xinhai remarked, "Why does Brother Ming look like some veteran cadre?"

He grabbed Ming Han's hand. "Come on, let's go watch Wang Zhimin make a fool of himself."

Ming Han felt a bit awkward. Two grown men holding hands like this—the visual was a bit ambiguous!

"Xiaohai, you really don't need to be this enthusiastic." Ming Han tried to pull his hand away.

Wu Xinhai gripped it even tighter. "Brother Ming, I reckon your background must be utterly tragic, which is why it forged your melancholic temperament."

Ming Han was stunned. Melancholic my foot!

"Maybe girls just like your type!" Wu Xinhai analyzed knowingly. "But as your brother, I must bring boundless sunshine to your soul."

Two boys walking hand-in-hand toward the court while talking in such deep, philosophical tones caused several passing girls to glance over and mutter, "That guy is so handsome, I never expected him to have such a unique taste!"

"What a waste! I was originally planning to ask for his QQ, have all the handsome guys lost interest in girls now?"

Ming Han's forehead sprouted black lines. Big sister, I am an enthusiastic youth who passionately adores girls.

Yet Wu Xinhai looked blissfully happy, as if he truly were a fortunate young man nourished by forbidden bromance.

They sprinted toward the basketball court, framed by the setting sun like a pair of lovers running toward a blissful future.

The basketball court was already surrounded by a massive crowd. Many girls had hearts in their eyes as they squealed, "The instructor is so handsome!"

Wang Zhimin muttered to himself on the court, "How come it feels like all the girls' attention is on the instructor? Still nobody noticing my good looks?"

Wang Zhimin shook his head helplessly, a sense of lonely supremacy welling up inside him.

Jump ball!

Wang Zhimin reminded his classmates, "The instructors don't usually play much basketball, everyone remember to save some face for them!"

"Right!" Everyone agreed. They came to play to look cool and attract girls, no need to be too cruel to the instructors.

The instructors won the opening possession.

The moment that instructor got the ball, he drove coast-to-coast all by himself. Before Wang Zhimin and the others could even react, he drove straight through and scored a layup.

At that moment, Wang Zhimin had barely crossed half-court. Watching that instructor slice through for a score with the speed of a leopard, he thought to himself that this script wasn't right!

It must be an illusion, definitely an illusion.

On the next possession, Wang Zhimin matched up against his own instructor. He posted up with the ball. "Instructor, let me show you my signature little hook shot."

Wang Zhimin was full of confidence. With a head fake, he spun and attempted a hook shot.

Instructor Bai leaped high into the air, pulling off an exaggerated snatch-block and grabbing the basketball right out of the air.

"Whoa!" Gasped the surrounding girls.

Ming Han chuckled. "Our Instructor Bai is too wicked, acting like a pig to eat a tiger."

Wu Xinhai sighed, "Why is it that every time Brother Wang wants to hog the spotlight, someone always comes along to perfectly steal the show?"

Having his shot snatched out of the air made Wang Zhimin's face burn; it was quite humiliating!

"Instructor Bai, you're bullying the vulnerable."

Instructor Bai didn't answer. He dribbled the ball directly and launched another coast-to-coast drive.

None of these students could match his speed, and they could only watch as Instructor Bai executed a fast break.

After crossing the three-point line, Instructor Bai took two steps, leaped high into the air on the final step, held the ball in one hand, and slammed it through the rim.

A slam dunk...

Instantly, the court erupted into chaos.

Ming Han shook his head. "This is the strongest basketball player I've ever seen, hands down."

With that kind of physical conditioning and ball-handling ability, he could essentially crush anyone.

"My poor Brother Wang! He was still so young and innocent, only to be deceived by his own instructor." Wu Xinhai felt heartbroken for Wang Zhimin.

After landing, Instructor Bai watched as Wang Zhimin walked over looking utterly aggrieved. "Instructor Bai, you're too scheming. I'm not playing this game anymore."

If he kept playing, he might never want to step foot on a basketball court again.

Another student stepped forward as well. "The instructors are too overpowered, I don't want to play anymore either. Let's substitute someone else!"

Instructor Bai's dominant play had severely crushed their morale.

"Ming Han, you take my place!" Wang Zhimin called out to Ming Han.

Ming Han hadn't planned on playing today, but seeing how formidable the instructors were, his competitive spirit was ignited.

He shouted to Yuhang on the other side of the crowd, "Come on in."

"Okay!" Yuhang stepped out from the crowd. "The two of us haven't played together in a long time."

Ming Han turned his head and said to Instructor Bai, "Instructor, you guys better watch out from here on! The two of us are actually quite good."

Watching Ming Han and Yuhang standing side by side on the basketball court, someone murmured softly, "Why do I feel like I've seen them somewhere before? Who on earth are they?"