C25 What Kind of Shooting Form Is That?

In the end, they finally agreed to have a shooting competition.

The rule was very simple: whoever made the most shots out of five attempts from the free-throw line would be victorious.

Qin Loong began to warm himself up while Ye Hong stood blankly on the side, looking like a completel rookie.

"Let's have a bet on who will win."

"Needless to say, it will be Qin Loong! Don't you know? That guy has always been selected as the representative of the PE department ever since his elementary school days. I heard rumors saying how our basketball team even sent scouts to recruit him."

"I also think highly of Qin Loong in this aspect. On the other hand, Ye Hong is just a bookworm who knows how to read books."

The students of Class 18 analyzed and discussed with enthusiasm, but they already knew the answer in their mind.

With a simple glance of their physical build, Qin Loong was clearly much stronger than Ye Hong.

"Looks like Qin Loong will be regaining the face he lost this morning."

"Hey, why do you think Ye Hong actually accepted his challenge? To actually challenge Qin Loong in basketball shooting, who does he think he is? The world's number-one genius?"

"Oh... the nature of being a human. Thinking that they're some sort of big shot after a bit of success here and there..."

At this moment, Zhang Xuewei seemed to be the only one supporting Ye Hong, "Ah Hong, do your best!"

When Qin Loong heard her ear-piercing voice, he immediately sneered at Ye Hong and said in a wry tone, "Ladies first."

Ye Hong glanced at Qin Loong and said lightly, "I assure you that it would be better for you to go first. Otherwise, I might destroy your confidence with my shooting skills and cause you to lose your cool later."

His response gave Qin Loong a taste of his own medicine.

On the side, Jiang Bin secretly gave Ye Hong a nod of approval. Although this kid looked gentle and calm, his words were so sharp that they could make a person spit blood. A natural-born trash-talker to say the least.

"You!" Qin Loong gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's wait and see who gets the last laugh!"

"Now... allow the match to begin!"

Jiang Bin, naturally the referee for this match, passed the ball directly to Qin Loong.

Qin Loong performed several cross-overs and behind-the-back moves — dribbling the ball back and forth around his legs — to show off his basketball skills, which led to many cheers from the crowd.

"So handsome!"

A few infatuated girls could not help but applause loudly.

With a single glare at Ye Hong, he stood back up, adjusted his breathing, and took his first shot.

*Thud! Swish~*

The basketball hit the backboard and bounced back into the basket.

His first shot was a success.

Another clean shot once again won a round of applause from the crowd.

Qin Loong smiled as he managed to make four of the five attempts without much effort.

In the end, his free throw shooting percentage remained at a solid eighty percent.

"Wow! How accurate!"

"With that, Qin Loong will win for sure."

Even the boys could not help but admire his shooting skills.

Qin Loong — unable to hold back the joy from his face — threw the basketball directly at Ye Hong and stated: "It's your turn!"

"Don't worry. Even if you miss all five of your shots, no one will laugh at you since we all know that this is the level you're at. Hahaha!"

Remaining calm and silent, Ye Hong picked up the basketball, weighed it in his hand, and then raised it above his head.

"What in the world... What kind of shooting form is that?"

"You can clearly tell that Ye Hong is a complete novice. His position of his shooting hand is completely wrong."

Even Jiang Bin shook his head secretly in disappointment. At first, he looked forward to Ye Hong's performance, but now he was only waiting for him to quickly get things over with before announcing the results.

Ye Hong squinted his eyes and concentrated on the distant hoop.

[Ding! Auto-triggering of Proficient-level Throwing Ability... Detected target: Basketball Hoop, Throwing object: Basketball.]

[Ding! Detecting the weight of the object being thrown... Detecting wind direction… Adjusting wrist strength… The adjustment angle is …]

[Shoot!]