This person really knows how to be reborn!

Chapter 13 Good at shooting

After finishing evening self-study, it was already 10 o'clock, and Zeng Cheng got home at almost 11 o'clock.

However, his elderly father and mother were still awake at home.

"Son, are you hungry? Mom made you some mung bean and pork rib soup, would you like some?"

Sun Feng said this, but her eyes were fixed on Zeng Cheng's schoolbag.

Zeng Liqing glanced at his eldest son briefly before continuing to read the newspaper with great interest, though he was holding it upside down.

The couple's main attraction tonight is a fake sparrow with chicken feathers stuck in its buttocks.

"Alright, you two just want to know how many points I got on my third mock exam, right? The test papers are in my bag, take a look for yourselves."

As Zeng Cheng spoke, he threw his schoolbag onto the sofa.

The couple immediately stopped pretending and quickly opened their backpacks.

The first thing I found was the Chinese language exam paper.

Sun Feng: "Uh, only 89 points—son, you actually failed Chinese?"

Zeng Liqing: "Zeng Cheng, what's going on? Didn't you say yesterday that you were guaranteed to get into a top-tier university this time?"

The couple were both somewhat unhappy.

the more you hope, the harder you fall.

Zeng Liqing quickly flipped to the essay page: "Only 38 points on the essay? Your dad has such a good writing style, one of the best writers in Jinghu District, and you didn't inherit any of that?"

Zeng Cheng forcefully shifted the blame, saying irritably, "Dad, how dare you say that? Do you know what our teacher, Ms. Ye, said about me? She said my essays are too mature and lack any youthful spirit!"

He pointed to his own essay as he spoke.

"Look at the words in my essay: 'long-term perspective, addressing both symptoms and root causes, scientific standards, long-term mechanisms.' Aren't these the very phrases you often use? To put it bluntly, my knowledge base has long been corrupted by you!"

"this--"

Zeng Liqing carefully read her son's essay and found that it was indeed true.

So here's the question: what's wrong with these statements, and why can't they get a high score?

Old Zeng frowned and said with certainty, "Zeng Cheng, I think there's something wrong with your teacher's competence!"

Just as the father and son were arguing, Sun Feng suddenly slapped Zeng Liqing.

"Honey, look at our son's math test! He got... got..."

Sun Feng was definitely excited, and he stammered.

"This kid probably can't do math and failed, right? If that's the case, honey, don't stop me, I have to give him a good beating!"

As Zeng Liqing spoke, he glanced at the math exam paper, then his eyes widened.

"Perfect score?"

He felt like he was dreaming, so he pinched himself.

Ouch—that hurts!

Sun Feng also felt that this scene was too surreal.

After thinking about it, he couldn't bear to pinch himself, so he simply pinched Zeng Liqing instead.

Judging from her husband's expression—it really hurts!

Then the couple looked at Zeng Cheng at the same time and said in unison, "Son, you got a perfect score on your math test?"

Zeng Cheng waved his hand dismissively: "Don't be so startled. You're over eighty years old combined. Can't you learn from me and be a little more composed?"

Sun Feng and Zeng Liqing: "..."

After finally calming their excitement, the couple continued to inspect the remaining two doors.

135 points in English!

227 points in comprehensive science!

A rough calculation shows that the total score has actually exceeded six hundred!

In other words, his son can get into a 985 university?

The couple were so excited that their whole bodies were trembling.

Pity the parents of the world.

Most parents of high school seniors are like this: they care more about each exam's results than the students themselves, and they are generally neurotic.

After finally calming down, Zeng Liqing looked at Sun Feng and asked, "Wife, what was the admission score for Sichuan University last year?"

Sun Feng recalled: "A little over 570, I think. Sister Liu from my workplace had a son who went to Sichuan University, and he scored over 580..."

Zeng Liqing slapped his thigh: "Then your son is guaranteed to get into Sichuan University, and might even get into a pretty good major! Tsk tsk tsk, is our Zeng family's ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke?"

Sun Feng said happily, "Honey, if our son improves his Chinese score by another 10 or 20 points, he could totally get into a C9 university! Why bother with Sichuan University?"

Seeing that the couple was going further and further astray, Zeng Cheng quickly poured cold water on their argument.

"Madam, and this senior leader, this is a mock exam, not the college entrance exam. Aren't we getting a little too excited? How come we're almost at the school selection stage?"

Zeng Liqing coughed twice, somewhat embarrassed.

Sun Feng looked at Zeng Cheng expectantly: "Son, how about we try harder and try to get into a C9 university?"

Zeng Cheng shook his head and said, "Mom, I can only say I'll try my best. Look at my grades. There's no room for improvement in math and English, and no matter how hard I try, my Chinese will only be at this level—who told Dad to pollute my knowledge base? The only subject I can improve is science, but I've fallen behind on too many things."

Zeng Liqing chimed in, "Wife, that's enough. Don't put too much pressure on our son!"

Sun Feng glared at her husband: "Zeng Liqing, how dare you talk to me like that? If you ever dare to speak so formally to my son again, I'll give you a good beating!"

A deputy director of a subdistrict office, who was at the level of a section chief, couldn't help but shrink back.

He felt very wronged.

What does it have to do with me if your son can't write well?

Isn't this just a forced attempt to shift the blame?

But I didn't dare to refute it.

Men from Sichuan and Chongqing, those who know, know.

Zeng Liqing chose to change the subject.

He told his wife that his colleague, Lao Zhao, had been bragging to him this afternoon about how his daughter, who was in the experimental class at No. 2 Middle School, scored over 580 on the third mock exam. He was incredibly smug and then said with a smug look on his face that he would definitely get his revenge tomorrow!

Director Zeng is very composed; he has never been competitive with anyone in all his years at the company.

But it's a different story when it involves children.

Comparison is inevitable, it's a fucking competition! The struggle for the ultimate truth has always been like this!

Sun Feng quickly stopped her: "No, Old Zhao's heart is notoriously weak. Zeng Liqing, don't upset him. Besides, your son did so well on the exam this time entirely because of his own hard work. You, as his father, are never home. What business is it of yours? You even polluted my precious son's knowledge base. What right do you have to show off?"

Zeng Liqing: "..."

How come we've come full circle again? Can't get past it?

After righteously criticizing her husband, a certain woman vividly demonstrated what double standards mean.

She walked blissfully to the balcony, reaching for her phone as she went, and called a colleague from her workplace who always bragged about her son's grades.

"Hey Lao Cai, the results for the third mock exam are out. How did your Kunkun do?"

"540+? Wow, that's pretty good. It shows that Kunkun has really worked hard over the past two and a half years. This score is good enough to get into a top-tier university!"

"My son Zeng Cheng, well, the brat is alright, he barely managed to get over 600, and he seems to be the only one in the school to get a perfect score in math..."

"Why would I lie to you? I took pictures. I'll show them to you when I get to work tomorrow!"

"Hey, Lao Cai, why aren't you saying anything? Bad signal? No way, I'm calling your landline!"

Time flies like an arrow; before we knew it, three days had passed in the blink of an eye.

These past few days, the teachers have been mainly reviewing the test papers, going into as much detail as possible, trying to help students fill in any gaps in their knowledge in the final stage.

After the first four classes on Thursday morning, the students of Class 6, Grade 9 were quite excited and gathered early at the playground downstairs.

The senior students at Dezhou No.1 High School have two physical education classes per week.

The first period was taken by Ms. Ye because the PE teacher was sick.

Thankfully, there wasn't one in this section.

The physical education teacher, whose demeanor oscillated between imposing and frail, led everyone through a set of calisthenics before dismissing them and letting them do as they pleased.

Having finally gotten some fresh air, and wanting to stretch his muscles, Zeng Cheng ran to the basketball court and joined a group of boys from his class in shooting hoops.

Zeng Cheng does have some basketball fundamentals, and his best skill is shooting three-pointers—after the small-ball era began, he even specifically learned Curry's one-stage power release technique.

This method of generating power doesn't require strong physical abilities to throw far, and when you're in the zone, you'll be particularly accurate.

However, he is only accurate in three-pointers; his other skills are quite average.

"Swish swish—"

Standing outside the three-point line, Zeng Cheng asked Li Xingzhi to pass him two passes.

Good feel for the ball, all of them went in.

Then I heard someone showering him with compliments: "Wow, Zeng Cheng, you're so good at shooting!"

Zeng Cheng turned his head and saw Xiao Qian standing prettily by the basketball court, clapping for him. He couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Hey beautiful Qian, you're so annoying! To be honest, people in Taiwan say "shoot," but we in mainland China say "throw."

At this moment, a boy named Sun Jiangang in the class stood up and took the lead, saying that just shooting hoops was not interesting, so let's divide into groups and play.

As his name suggests, Jian Gang is indeed very strong and muscular, standing over 1.85 meters tall.

Sun Jiangang's words were echoed by Qi Jiahao: "Okay."

Zeng Cheng's praise of our Jiahao that day—that he was nine out of ten points handsome and that he was both literate and skilled in martial arts—was not entirely a case of flattery to kill him.

He's a really good basketball player, a technically skilled player, and a master of ball control.

The groups were quickly formed.

5V5 mode.

Zeng Cheng and Li Xingzhi were assigned to the same team, while Qi Jiahao and Sun Jiangang were on the opposite team.

Zeng Cheng thought it was just a casual game, but when the fight actually started, he found himself being targeted.

Not just Qi Jiahao.

Sun Jiangang is also targeting him.

There must be a reason why leather pants are worn over cotton pants.

After pondering for a moment, Zeng Cheng understood the reason.

Sun Jiangang is Xiao Qian's most devoted suitor.

Xiao Qian had previously praised Zeng Cheng for his shooting skills, which must have made him jealous. That's why he was thinking of humiliating Zeng Cheng on the court.

This is normal; it's competition, a manifestation of human animalistic nature.

At this moment, more than a dozen girls from the class gathered around—including Xia Ning.

Xia Ning knows absolutely nothing about basketball.

I came here simply because of Zeng Cheng.

The class beauty came to watch, and the boys in the class got really excited, so what was just entertainment turned into a fierce competition.

Sun Jiangang called for Qi Jiahao to set a screen for him, and Zeng Cheng switched to guard him. After dribbling, he started moving with lightning speed, and in one step he got past Zeng Cheng. When he got to the basket, he dunked, with a bit of a fold – Gangzi's physical attributes are really good.

"Bang!"

The basketball hoop made a loud noise.

After dunking, Sun Jiangang felt very cool.

He first flexed his muscles, then looked at the girls in his class.

He felt there should be cheers here.

The person who most wants to gain the approval of Xiao Qian, the executive vice class beauty, is Qianqian. Zeng Cheng, that softie, can only shoot two clumsy three-pointers. Real men dunk!

On the other hand, what if Xia Ning, the class beauty, is also attracted to me because I'm so strong and imposing?

It's so hard to choose.

However, the more lofty the ideal, the more skeletal the reality.

Xia Ning doesn't understand football.

Xiao Qian actually understood even less.

She had only come because of Zeng Cheng, and upon seeing this, she immediately complained, "What is Sun Jiangang doing? He looks like a gorilla. Does he think he's so handsome?"

Xia Ning nodded: "Exactly, what if we smash the rim so hard it breaks?"

The two girls, who had been estranged for almost three years, reached a consensus for the first time today because of an impromptu ball game.

Sun Jiangang: "..."

Qi Jiahao, standing to the side, was laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking.

Gangzi, are you stupid? What girl likes watching dunks?

No matter how fierce you are, can you be as fierce as LeBron James?

To be honest, how many female fans does he have?

Having finally gotten a chance to bully Zeng Cheng, Jiahao was probably eager to assert his presence.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to teach Sun Jiangang a lesson with his actions—Gangzi, this isn't how you show off your coolness!

Zeng Cheng's team has possession of the ball.

His teammate passed the ball to him.

"No!!"

Zeng Cheng was self-aware.

His three-point shooting is alright, but his ball handling skills are terrible. If you let him dribble past half-court, he's very easy to steal the ball.

He wanted to pass the ball to his teammates, but found that Li Xingzhi and the other four teammates had all rushed to the frontcourt to prepare for a fast break.

If we don't say it's a competitive game, all four of his teammates are trying to make themselves known to the girls in their class!

Qi Jiahao seized the opportunity and pressed forward to steal the ball, which was logical, and Zeng Cheng was immediately dispossessed.

After making the steal, Qi Jiahao surged ahead, heading straight for the basket.

Ignoring Sun Jiangang's alley-oop signal, he chose to do it himself, and his incredibly stylish jelly layup was not just cool, it was downright cool!

After showing off, Qi Jiahao also looked at the girls in his class.

He felt that there should be applause and flowers here.

Unfortunately, he suffered the same treatment as Sun Jiangang, or even worse.

Xiao Qian pouted: "Is Qi Jiahao crazy? Why did he steal the ball from Zeng Cheng?"

Xia Ning wholeheartedly agreed: "Exactly! If he wants the ball, he can buy it himself. Why does he have to steal Zeng Cheng's?"

Qi Jiahao: "..."

Next, the frustrated Sun Jiangang and the withdrawn Qi Jiahao both chose to unleash their pent-up anger on the court.

One who takes the aesthetics of violence to the extreme, seemingly possessed by James.

He's a guy who shows off all his skills; even Kobe would give him a thumbs up and take him on as a disciple.

However, it was completely useless.

Xia Ning and Xiao Qian, the class beauty and the executive vice class beauty, whether they clap or cheer, they still won't clap or cheer.

While the two guys were feeling down, Zeng Cheng sneakily made two three-pointers.

Because he hadn't played basketball in a long time, his posture was stiff and awkward, and it had absolutely nothing to do with being handsome.

But Xia Ning immediately started clapping, her oval face flushed.

Xiao Qian's eyes sparkled, and she clapped her hands, exclaiming, "Zeng Cheng, you're really good at shooting!"