"What's with you? Did someone beat you up?" Lin Feng gave Wang Zikai a quick once-over. Finding him walking somewhat oddly but showing no other signs of injury, he asked casually.

"I sprained my foot. No one beat me up, but this is more embarrassing than getting beaten up!" Wang Zikai replied through clenched teeth, shaking his head. "We lost our basketball match against the Finance class last night. It was a terrible defeat, 48-69."

"So, you lost. It's just an exhibition match, not a big deal." Lin Feng then noticed that Zhong Jialiang and Yang Ming also wore long faces, sitting listlessly in their seats.

"Losing isn't the issue. Those guys from the Finance Class Basketball Team have such filthy mouths... and we wouldn't have lost that badly. They knew I was the main scorer and deliberately targeted me, fouling me repeatedly until I sprained my foot and couldn't play anymore. We had to bring in substitutes for the second half," Wang Zikai complained bitterly.

"Brother Feng, if only you were there! The substitutes from our class have a low shooting percentage. If you had played, we wouldn't have suffered such a huge defeat." Wang Zikai knew Lin Feng had a high shooting percentage. Even if Lin Feng only had a dozen chances to shoot, making eight or nine of them would have cut their lead by nearly twenty points. It wouldn't have looked so terrible!

"Well, Kai Zi, you have a keen eye! If I had been there, we definitely would have won!" Lin Feng patted Wang Zikai's shoulder, boasting smugly.

"Winning isn't as easy as you make it sound..." Wang Zikai wasn't blindly optimistic. Actually, the Finance class has a pretty strong basketball team. Two of their players are over 185 cm tall, and they're physically stronger than us overall. We're at a clear disadvantage...

"Well, that depends on who they're up against..." Lin Feng chuckled. "Forgot about yesterday's ping pong match already? If this handsome guy here played, what's the Finance class? I could even win first place in the whole school for you!"

"Oh... The wimps from the Management class sure know how to delude themselves! After losing so badly last night, you still dare to brag about competing for first in the entire school? Do you think you own the school? This is hilarious!"

Lin Feng was talking to Wang Zikai when a loud, mocking male voice interjected from beside him, laughing exaggeratedly.

Lin Feng looked up and saw two tall boys in the red jerseys of the Finance class's basketball team. They were staring at him and jeering. The one speaking wore the number three jersey. He was quite tall—about 190 cm—and casually held a basketball in his right hand.

"Ding Min, cut the crap! If you hadn't deliberately knocked me down last night, the score gap wouldn't have gotten so large! You resort to such dirty tricks and still have the nerve to say the Finance class is strong?" Wang Zikai flared up at the sight of the tall boy.

Ding Min was the captain of the Finance class's basketball team. Like Lin Feng, he too was a reserve player for the School of Economics and Management basketball team.

However, unlike Lin Feng, who had gotten in through connections, Ding Min had formally attended tryouts and joined the School of Economics and Management team. He often participated in the team's training sessions in his spare time. Due to his height advantage and proper training, Ding Min was on the verge of becoming a starting player for the school team in the upcoming inter-departmental league.

"Wang Zikai, are you feverish? What nonsense are you spouting?" Ding Min looked at Wang Zikai with a mocking smile. "You claim to have played basketball for years, yet you don't even understand tactical fouling? I only committed three fouls last night, far from the five that would get me benched. You committed even more fouls than I did, and you dare to complain? If you can't stand straight, blame it on being weaned too early! You're calcium-deficient. Go home and ask your mommy to buy you some calcium supplements! HAHA..."

Damn, this guy is really asking for a beating! Lin Feng finally understood what Wang Zikai meant when he said the guys from the Finance class's basketball team had filthy mouths. This was simply unbearable!

Wang Zikai's face flushed red, then purple with rage, his teeth clenched. He desperately wanted to punch Ding Min, but this was a classroom, he was injured, and most importantly, Ding Min was much taller and stronger than him.

"Can you speak decently? Don't bring family into this..." Lin Feng held back the erupting Wang Zikai, shaking his head.

"HUMPH! Lin Feng, what right do you have to talk to me?" Ding Min looked at Lin Feng with contempt. "Want to stand up for Wang Zikai? Take a good look at yourself first. What right do you have to lecture me? You're the head of the Sports Department. Besides relaying notices, what authority do you have over my Finance class's affairs? You're also on the school team, but I've never seen you at training. You're just there to pad your resume! Get real!"

Why is he targeting me? Lin Feng was taken aback. He didn't even know this Ding Min. Why would Ding Min hate him so much?

However, Lin Feng didn't waste time pondering why Ding Min disliked him. He had already decided to teach this arrogant punk a lesson.

"You dare say I have no right to lecture you? Fine. How about this: I'll challenge you one-on-one..." Lin Feng pointed at the basketball Ding Min was holding and said calmly, "We'll play ten balls. If you score just one, I lose. I'll do whatever you say. Deal?"

"A one-on-one basketball match with me?" Ding Min was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Did I hear you right? You, Lin Feng? With just ten balls, you think you can beat *me*, Bald Head?"

"Brother Feng..." Hearing Lin Feng challenge Ding Min to a one-on-one, Wang Zikai grew anxious. Those terms were way too unfair! If Ding Min scored just one goal, he'd win. Weren't those terms hugely disadvantageous for Brother Feng?

"That's right!" Lin Feng nodded. "If you lose, you will apologize sincerely to Kai Zi in front of everyone from both classes and promise to never show your face around us again!"

"HAHAHA... You're truly hilarious! With terms like these, you think I'll lose?" Ding Min was laughing so hard he was almost in tears. He patted his companion's shoulder and said, "Wei Ming, do you think this guy's lost his mind, challenging me with such conditions?"

"HUMPH... Ignorant!" The player wearing the No. 8 jersey was Wei Ming, the other star player from the Finance class, also over 185 cm tall. He shot Lin Feng a condescending glance and shook his head.

"Lin Feng, oh, Lin Feng! Let me be frank. Seeing you in the limelight—winning the bravery award, becoming head of the Sports Department, and constantly harassing the two great beauties of our Finance class—I've been itching to take you down a notch for a long time. But you're the one who proposed this one-on-one. You brought this on yourself, so don't blame me for not holding back!"

Ding Min's eyes glinted coldly as he sneered at Lin Feng. "Let's raise the stakes. If you lose, you'll resign as head of the Sports Department. Dare to bet?"

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