Hearing this, he wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "If the president said he’d co, he’ll definitely co. There’s no need to worry."
If any single club in the school attracted the most attention from female students, it was undoubtedly the Basketball Club.
They were generally tall and robust. From playing basketball regularly, their skin had a healthy, wheat-colored tan that was very popular with the girls.
For this very reason, many boys were eager to join the Basketball Club.
And because so many people wanted to join, the club’s standards were correspondingly high.
As a result, the mbers of the Basketball Club were widely recognized as the most handso guys in school.
At this mont, a group of them were sitting scattered across the basketball court—a sight that could only be described as a visual feast.
"The ga is tomorrow. If he doesn’t show up today, how are we supposed to play?"
"President, don’t worry. It’s still early."
"This is a friendly match against the Aviation School! How can I not be anxious?"
The university had specially invited students from the neighboring Aviation Academy for a friendly match. Though it was supposedly a friendly, if they lost on their ho court, the Basketball Club would never be able to hold their heads high at the university again.
In a way, the Basketball Club was under the most pressure for this sports festival.
Duan Yu suddenly felt a pang of regret. What if we really lose because of Xue Yang? The loss would be too great to justify.
As the day drew to a close, Duan Yu couldn’t hold back any longer. "If he doesn’t show up soon, he doesn’t need to show up for the friendly match tomorrow either."
Rather than depending on an unknown variable, it’s better to just use our own guys. After all, we train together all the ti and have excellent coordination. There’s no need to worry about teamwork.
"President, is that really a good idea?"
"What’s wrong with it? He’s the one who didn’t show up for practice, not . Besides, it’s not like I didn’t give him a chance. He’s the one who didn’t cherish it."
"But going back on your word doesn’t seem right."
Duan Yu waved his hand dismissively. "So what? This is the Basketball Club. I call the shots here."
Just as he said that, a mber shouted, "The president’s here!"
"Look, the president really ca!"
"Damn, the president’s looks are... on another level."
Bathed in the light of the setting sun, Xue Yang walked in with a smile.
"President Duan, my apologies. I’ve been so busy lately that today was the first chance I had to co practice."
He was already tall, and to top it off, he had specifically returned to his dorm to change into a basketball uniform before coming to the club.
As Xue Yang spoke, he took off his jacket. The jersey’s snug fit showcased his muscular physique, with the lines of his muscles subtly visible beneath the fabric, exuding a sense of power. Its color was bright and eye-catching, like a fla in the sun, making his presence impossible to ignore.
If they had been on the main campus field instead of inside the basketball club’s gym, the girls would have definitely been screaming.
Duan Yu, a third-year senior, was seeing Xue Yang for the first ti. Rumor had it that this year’s newly elected Student Council President was devastatingly handso—far more attractive than anyone in their Basketball Club.
He had previously scoffed at the idea. After all, the Basketball Club had once produced a minor internet celebrity. And considering they weren’t the Drama Academy, the fact that they could produce a celebrity at all was a testant to how good-looking their mbers were.
Yet, in front of Xue Yang, even these confident guys felt a humbling sense of inferiority.
After a long, stunned silence, Duan Yu finally hurried to say, "Ah? Oh, President Xue! It’s an honor that you could make it at all. Don’t worry about being late, it’s no problem."
He was a completely different person from the man who, just monts before, had declared they didn’t need Xue Yang.
Feng Jiajun shot Duan Yu a surprised look. Duan Yu rubbed his nose, clearly feeling guilty, but when Feng Jiajun said nothing, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"President Duan, ti is short. Let’s start practice now," Xue Yang said.
"Oh, right."
Before he knew it, Duan Yu found himself being led by Xue Yang’s pace.
By the ti he snapped out of it, Xue Yang was already running a scrimmage with the team on the court.
Jump shots, set shots, hook shots...
The team mbers instinctively ford up around Xue Yang, creating openings for him to score.
Xue Yang didn’t disappoint. After a fast-paced exchange, he planted himself behind the three-point line and sank a perfect three-pointer, drawing cheers from his teammates.
Duan Yu jogged over to Xue Yang.
"President Xue, your basketball skills are incredible."
Xue Yang wiped the sweat from his face.
"Back in high school, aside from studying, basketball was my only hobby."
There were tis when the academic pressure was so intense that he would play basketball on the court in the middle of the day, risking heatstroke just to blow off steam. The principal even had a talk with him about it, but ultimately allowed him to keep playing.
"President Duan, is there anything else?"
"Oh, no..." he began, but trailed off. But there is... I still haven’t told them about the plays I prepared.
"Wait—" But when he looked up, Xue Yang was already gone.
Feng Jiajun clapped Duan Yu on the shoulder. "See? I told you there was no need to worry."
"You talk as if you knew he could play basketball all along."
"Not at all. I just discovered he was this good myself. What I an is, with him, we’re definitely going to win tomorrow’s ga."
Feng Jiajun hadn’t been sure before, but after that short scrimmage, seeing Xue Yang’s masterful command of the court, he was certain of it. Tomorrow’s ga was theirs to win.
Duan Yu muttered grudgingly, "As long as we win, it’s fine. Everyone, keep practicing!"
Even though Xue Yang had left, the rest of the team couldn’t stop practicing. If sothing unexpected happened tomorrow and he couldn’t make it, they needed a substitute ready to go.
「anwhile...」
Over at the sports field, Qiangsheng Printing Factory had finished installing all the materials.
Once decorated, the sports field was an exceptionally striking picture of vitality and passion against the backdrop of the blue sky and white clouds.
The colorful running track coiled around the grounds like a ribbon, adding a splash of brightness to the venue. The starting and finish lines were clearly marked, impossible to miss.
In the center of the field, a massive banner hung suspended, emblazoned with the sports festival’s the and slogan in bold letters designed to ignite the athletes’ competitive spirit. Colorful flags and strears fluttered around the periter, creating a festive atmosphere for the event.
The spectator stands were filled with neatly arranged seats that rose in wave-like tiers, providing a comfortable viewing environnt. The wall behind the stands was adorned with banners and posters showcasing the flair and mottos of the various competing teams, conveying the passion and intensity of the tournant.
The entire field setup brimd with vitality, every corner radiating an atmosphere of athletic passion. Everything was arranged to allow the athletes to unleash their full potential, perform at their best, and add more thrilling highlights to the competition.
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