N-M Chapter 85: Sore Feet, Keeper's Note~
Chapter 85: Sore Feet, Keeper's Note~
"What Liu Chuanfeng?! Lin, junior, give him a good beating!!"
Everyone saw Liu Chuanfeng's provocative post and felt a surge of anger, but they couldn't do anything about it due to the vast difference in reality.
Now that they had a chance to defeat them, the group, who had been listless just moments before, were now full of fighting spirit.
Li Rengang was also deeply moved when he saw this scene!
As Lin Ran took his eleventh shot, he felt a throbbing in his temple. A sense of exhaustion welled up from deep within his brow, like the weariness he felt after writing code for hours on end.
He felt it the instant the ball left his hand; the arc flattened slightly. Clang! The ball bounced off the back of the rim.
After that, Lin Ran cast more than a dozen more.
His hit rate was about 50%. The feeling of the whole world going silent gradually faded, but he found that even without that state, his muscle memory was still there.
A 50% shooting percentage on open three-pointers is impressive even in CUBA (Chinese University Basketball Association). Moreover, the first ten shots were 100%.
Li Rengang stood on the sidelines, his square face shifting several times in expression. First came shock, then ecstasy, and finally, barely suppressed excitement.
He recalled the mockery he had seen on the forum earlier, and the thought of what would happen in the upcoming match made him want to laugh!
"Starting today, all training will be structured around Lin Ran as the offensive core." He turned to the few players who were still in a daze and shouted, "On the field, our only tactic will be to feed the ball to Lin Ran!"
Guo Wu picked up the ball from the ground and twirled it in his hand. "I always thought the 'shooting an arrow through a willow leaf from a hundred paces' story in novels was just boasting," he said, tossing the ball toward Lin Ran. "Ten balls swishing through the net, I've never seen anything like it in my life."
Li Rengang had already walked to the tactics board, which was covered with messy formation diagrams. He erased the entire board and picked up a marker.
"Guo Wu, you have good speed and ball-handling skills. Play point guard, responsible for dribbling the ball up to half-court and finding opportunities to pass to Lin Ran. Wang Lei, you're center, set screens for Lin Ran beyond the three-point line, and box out for rebounds. Zhao Xiaopeng, you need to run, keep running, so that the person guarding you won't dare to double-team Lin Ran."
He drew five circles on the whiteboard, wrote a name on each circle, and the entire tactic revolved around one point.
Someone asked, "Brother Li, what do you do when someone's marking you?" Li Ren just slammed his marker on the table.
"Man-to-man defense is even better. Lin Ran will definitely be matched up against a shooting guard. As soon as he receives the ball, he can shoot. After a few shots, the opposing defense will collapse. Once the defense collapses, they'll collapse and create open shots. It'll never end! If they try to defend us, they'll be skinned alive."
Li Rengang tossed the pen into the pen holder. "How they humiliated us last year, we'll pay them back double this year! Lin, it's up to you!"
When training ended, Guo Wu ran over from the sidelines with his phone in hand and shoved the screen in front of Lin Ran.
"Holy crap, Lin, look at this."
Lin Ran took it and looked at it.
It was a list of all the events for the school sports meet. The table had been converted into a webpage format, and it filled several screens with dense text.
His gaze swept down, and his name appeared in the 100m, 800m, 10000m, and the fourth leg of the relay.
Everything is crammed into one day: 10,000 meters in the morning, 800 and 100 meters in the afternoon, and then the relay race as the grand finale.
"Four races in one day, can your stamina handle it?" Guo Wu took his phone back and glanced at it again. "A 10,000-meter race in the morning, followed by 800 and 100-meter races in the afternoon, and a relay race. Who the hell signed you up for this?"
Lin Ran flipped the list down another page. In the 100-meter column, besides his name, there was another name: Wang Haochen. Wang Haochen didn't register for either the 800-meter or 10000-meter events.
Lin Ran found it quite funny; this kind of stupid, underhanded trick was just like something an idiot would do.
He simply felt that even for someone on the track and field team, running 10,000 meters and 800 meters would leave his legs weak after two high-intensity long-distance races. His 100-meter time would definitely suffer a significant drop.
Wang Haochen also signed up for the 100-meter race. He was certain that Lin Ran would be exhausted by then, and even if he couldn't get first place, his result would definitely be better than Lin Ran's.
There's also the relay race. Lin Ran runs the fourth leg, and the last leg is the focus of the entire event. If he wins, he's a hero; if he loses, he's the culprit. The audience doesn't care how many meters you've run so far; they'll only see you unable to run anymore in the final sprint.
If Lin Ran withdraws, that would be even better; he wouldn't even dare to participate in the competition in front of the whole school.
Wang Haochen felt that Lin Ran had too much prestige in the class, and he had heard his classmates say several times that they wanted to re-elect Lin Ran as class monitor.
So this time he wanted to make Lin Ran lose face and deflate his arrogance.
Li Rengang listened from the side, then draped a towel over his shoulder. "Junior Lin, don't overexert yourself. 10,000 meters is no joke. After running 10,000 meters, even walking will be difficult, let alone running 800 and 100 meters in the afternoon. The basketball game against the vocational college is the next morning, and you'll be exhausted after that."
"It's not a big problem."
Guo Wu tilted his head to look at him. "Four shows a day, are you sure?"
"It's just running about 10,000 meters. A piece of cake."
Lin Ran didn't take it to heart.
Guo Wu opened his mouth, wanting to say "stop bragging," but when he looked at Lin Ran's expression, he saw that it wasn't the kind of forced bravado, but genuine indifference.
Then, recalling Lin Ran's ten consecutive swishes from beyond the three-point line earlier, and how he shot like Curry during training, he stopped doubting anything.
Guo Wu put his phone back in his pocket. "Fine. You're awesome."
Li Rengang also fell silent.
The team members exchanged glances, and one of them whispered, "If anyone else said that, I would definitely think they were bragging." The person next to him added, "He's really awesome."
This wasn't flattery; a dozen people had watched from half-court just now—ten three-pointers swished through the net, not a single one off target. In their minds, Lin Ran was now the one capable of creating miracles; anything he did was possible.
Lin Ran left the gymnasium. It was getting late. Su Peixue had a full day of classes, and they had arranged to have dinner and take a walk together after class.
As for the sports meet that starts tomorrow, which involves running four events, Lin Ran didn't take it to heart at all.
You little idiot, trying to sabotage me?
Let me show you just how incredible the physical abilities of a reborn person can be.
In the evening, Lin Ran waited downstairs at Lanyuan Building as usual.
Su Peixue ran out of the building, her hair loose, wearing a loose sweatshirt with sleeves that extended beyond her hands. She looked well-behaved, charming, and innocent.
The two walked slowly along the path in the sycamore park. Moonlight filtered through the dappled leaves, casting shadows of sycamore leaves on the ground that swayed in the breeze. After walking for about ten minutes, Su Peixue sat down on a bench by the roadside.
She rubbed off her little leather shoes, revealing her small feet encased in black stockings. Her toes curled briefly inside the stockings before relaxing. Then she lifted her leg, almost bringing it close to Lin Ran's face.
"My legs are sore, let the zookeeper give me a massage~"