In the brief moment that Xia Tian was stunned, the basketball team had already scored four points. The four effeminate players from the Art Department didn't dare to distract him. When Xia Tian finally recovered, they were visibly relieved. Without him, the four couldn't even defend against a single opponent.
"Hey, what's going on? Why haven't I gotten a single good shot yet?" someone in the stands muttered, puzzled as he looked down at his SLR camera.
"It's already 4–0. Those guys from the Art Department don't know how to play basketball at all," Yun Miao said calmly.
"Sister Miao, don't worry. The basketball god was just mesmerized by your beauty just now and hasn't shown his real strength yet. He's about to explode," Ling'er said with anticipation, her eyes fixed on Xia Tian.
"You don't seem very interested in this game," Huo Wen, who was sitting next to Yun Miao, remarked.
"I'm only here to keep Ling'er company," Yun Miao replied.
"I really can't figure out what you're into," Huo Wen said, turning her head away. To her, Yun Miao was the strangest person at Jianghai University. She was an enigma—disinterested in everything, never joining social events, never dining out with others, and seemingly indifferent to the advances of wealthy suitors.
"Sister Hui, what should we do next?" someone else whispered from another part of the stands.
"I won't let him slip away this time. I'll definitely find out who he really is," Yang Buhui said seriously, her eyes fixed on Xia Tian.
The Art Department served the ball, and it went straight into Xia Tian's hands.
The basketball team quickly fell back into defense, but Xia Tian suddenly jumped—right under his own basket. A few days ago, people would have thought he was insane for shooting from there.
But now, the entire court fell silent, tension rising. Everyone waited for the miraculous shot.
Swish!
A perfect shot through the net.
3–4.
No one was surprised. It went in exactly as expected, and the stands erupted in cheers. The shot was simply unbelievable.
"That's the one! That's the kind of shot I was talking about!" Yang Buhui exclaimed excitedly.
"Sister Miao, look! Isn't that amazing?" Ling'er shouted.
Yun Miao's expression remained calm; she only gave the slightest nod—barely perceptible. But Ling'er caught it. Even that subtle gesture was enough to show Yun Miao agreed.
"So cool." Zeng Rou, sitting in the backcourt, looked astonished. She didn't care much for basketball, but even she could tell that Xia Tian's shooting style was unlike anything she'd seen before.
"Of course. Don't you know who he is?" Ye Qingxue said coldly. Her tone was sharp—she still harbored hostility toward Zeng Rou. She was convinced there was something between Zeng Rou and Xia Tian. There was no proof, but her instincts—her woman's intuition—told her so.
"Qingxue, you make it sound like Xia Tian belongs to you," Bing Xin teased with a soft smile.
"Oh, really? Maybe I should tell him you've been secretly sketching his portrait," Ye Qingxue said playfully.
"No, don't!" Bing Xin protested quickly.
"Good. Then you're on my side," Ye Qingxue said, referring to their shared rivalry against Zeng Rou.
When Tang Yan saw Xia Tian's shot, her heart stirred. She had just returned from overseas, where she had personally witnessed the skills of NBA superstars, yet she was certain that none of them possessed ability like Xia Tian's.
That kind of shooting technique and precision could only belong to a future legend.
He was the true God of Basketball. Even Xue Chuan, who was playing on the court, was stunned. He had mentally prepared himself for Xia Tian's abilities, but seeing it firsthand still shook him.
"Don't get intimidated! Stay sharp—we're not losing this match!" Xue Chuan shouted, rallying his teammates.
"I was just distracted by my own handsomeness," Fang Li said, striking another exaggerated pose.
"Let's move!" Xue Chuan barked, dribbling the ball forward as the five teammates charged toward their opponents.
Bang!
The ball was intercepted. Xia Tian didn't pass—he darted around Xue Chuan, and just as Xue Chuan spun to dodge, Xia Tian snatched the ball cleanly.
Swish!
Another clean shot.
6–4.
"I got careless. I underestimated him. Next time, pass the moment he closes in. Let's use fast passes," Xue Chuan said as the five huddled briefly to discuss tactics.
They launched another attack. Xue Chuan dribbled forward again. As Xia Tian approached, he quickly passed to a teammate, who immediately jumped to shoot.
Bang!
Blocked.
Swish!
Another perfect basket.
9–4.
Although they tried to avoid interceptions through rapid passes, their jump shots gave Xia Tian enough time to reposition himself and block.
"What incredible speed," Yun Miao finally said, breaking her silence.
"How about it, Sister Miao? Worth the trip, right?" Ling'er said.
"The speed and trajectory of the passes are too subtle for others to track, but the jump shot exposes the intention. The fact that he can read that and react so quickly is astonishing," Yang Buhui said admiringly. To her, Xia Tian's performance was flawless—too powerful, almost unreal.
"So amazing." Even Zeng Rou, who didn't understand basketball, was completely captivated.
"We all saw it. No need for commentary," Ye Qingxue muttered, confirming her suspicions when she saw Zeng Rou's expression.
Tang Yan was completely stunned. In her eyes, Xia Tian's performance was perfect. As a coach, she specialized in improving her players' physical conditioning and overall performance—but she couldn't find a single weakness in him.
Xia Tian didn't need improvement. His skill was already beyond comprehension.
She was convinced that even if Xia Tian entered the NBA, he would quickly rise to superstardom.
If someone asked her to describe Xia Tian, she would only say he was someone she couldn't stand. She hated his lecherous gaze and the way he once forced her to call him "dear husband."
But when it came to basketball, Tang Yan couldn't help but admire him. Xia Tian wasn't just a prodigy—he was already the strongest player she had ever seen.
If Xia Tian truly entered the professional scene, every other player might as well retire. There would be no point in playing anymore.