I Am A Prodigy

Chapter 95: It's Time to Show My Real Skills

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He Yuan did not even bat an eye at Little Gen, dribbled, passed through, jumped and scored!

The whistle sounded!

The sports department scored two more points!

"F&ck! Are you blind? You're ignoring him for crashing into others and injuring them to this degree?!" someone shouted. Unable to hold himself back, he rushed up to the referee to question him.

"He Yuan broke through his defense. That person fell on his own, don't slander others!" The referee retorted confidently, then added coldly, "If you disrespect me again, I'll revoke your right to compete!"

"Your sister! You think you're a big shot just because you're some dog sh*t referee? We have this many people as witnesses!" Potato roared.

"Are you the referee or am I the referee now?" The referee scoffed, "The first half has ended. Break for 15 minutes!"

The results for the first half were 39: 93. The language department was behind by a huge margin.

Everyone in the language department had an ugly look on their face. At the same time, other audiences too started noticing the foul play involved but they could not do anything about it.

The basketball competition was an activity run by the students, whereby the university authorities hardly concerned themselves with it as it was handled by the student council directly. That was why He Yuan dared to act with impunity.

"Little Gen, are you okay?" Ye Lingchen asked while holding him up.

"It's fine, just... I think I sprained my ankle," he replied as he tried to move his foot. That motion brought a crease to his brows, causing him to gasp in pain.

He Yuan's tackle was obviously unreserved and intentional.

"That b*stard. He's the spokesperson of shamelessness!"

"Let's stop this match. What's the point? I'll find a chance and give He Yuan a good beating!"

"Little Gen won't be able to take part in the second half. Let's send him to the infirmary."

Right at that moment, Li Muxue came over with Huang Xiaomeng.

Li Muxue looked at Ye Lingchen apologetically, then suggested, "You should stop the match. In the second half, He Yuan might take it to another level."

"He dares!? Worst case I'll go all out on him!" someone grunted his frustrations. Everyone was suppressing the smoldering rage within them.

"He's the student council president after all. If you dare get physical with him, you will get demerits," Li Muxue continued to explain.

"So what if he's the student council president? What's the worst he could do?"

"Chickening out? If you want to chicken out then just leave. It'll save you the embarrassment of having your *ss handed to you."

"You're winning through underhanded means. What's there to boast about?"

"Underhanded means?"

He Yuan scoffed, then looked at them condescendingly, "You know why I'm picking on your guys?"

His eyes narrowed, then pointed a finger at Ye Lingchen, "It's because of him! Since he's a student of your language department, then your entire department will have to bear the consequences of his actions!"