Chapter 8: Confession? Seeking Death!

At this moment, Xiaoyu was torn inside. Should he really call him "Dad"? If his own father found out about this, there was no way his legs would remain intact. Images of his father's fierce expression flashed through his mind.

Ming Han came over of his own accord, his demeanor almost as if to say, "Dear son, Daddy loves you!" But all Ming Han actually said was, "Thank you for making me fall in love with basketball."

Xiaoyu was a bit dazed. "You're welcome, it was my fault last time!"

Yuhang walked over, laughing heartily. "We're teammates from now on, so let's not get all sentimental! I really can't take how sappy guys are these days—so timid, the world is really going downhill!"

Ming Han glanced toward where Zhang Yizhen had been, but she was already gone, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. In the end, she had only come to watch the excitement.

But what happened next drove everyone crazy!

Chen Li, holding a bottle of water, handed it to Ming Han. "Here, for you!"

Ming Han burst out laughing and accepted it naturally, completely ignoring the hostile stares from those around him. Chen Li sat in front of Ming Han in class, and he often helped her with questions. Although they didn’t interact much after class, their relationship was still quite good.

Daxu was losing his mind on the sidelines. "Ming Han, if you dare to drink that water, I swear I’ll kill you later..."

Ming Han gulped it down in big swallows, as if savoring celestial nectar. "This’ll kill you with envy, won’t it…"

After the one-on-one, Ming Han joined them for a team game. It had to be said, Ming Han really had a gift for shooting, and his coordination with Yuhang was excellent.

Usually, Yuhang would handle the ball outside the arc, Ming Han would move over to set a screen, and after Yuhang broke through, Ming Han would quickly position himself to the side, ready to catch and shoot or go for the offensive rebound.

Xiaoyu was on their team as well, perhaps feeling guilty, and he kept feeding Ming Han the ball. The more Ming Han shot, the better he felt, and soon he made three in a row, sending the whole group into a frenzy.

Yuhang suddenly thought, maybe next year, their "genius class" could actually contend for the championship. He was, after all, the best point guard in junior high! Wouldn’t anyone feel frustrated being eliminated by players far worse than themselves all the time?

That night, Yuhang, Ming Han, and Daxu happily went out for barbecue.

Daxu was boasting about reaching "Supreme" rank in Dungeon Fighter.

Ming Han rolled his eyes. "Isn’t midterm exams coming up soon?"

Daxu immediately wilted. "Man, you’ve got to help me this time! If I don’t make it into the top 200, my dad is probably going to show up at school and beat me again."

Daxu’s father was truly fierce. Last time, when Daxu was caught at an internet cafe by the grade director, the call home had barely ended before his dad had rushed over, still in his work uniform, and given him a thorough beating...

"This time, if I do well, I’m going to confess to Chen Li," Daxu declared earnestly.

"Daxu! You’re only fifteen, man! If your dad finds out, he’ll break your legs..."