Chapter 58: The Humiliation Under the Crotch

“Are you coming or not?”
He Chen asked with a smile.

“I’m coming! Anyone who doesn’t come is a loser!” Fang Yifan suddenly stood up, delivering his usual fierce words.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He Chen shook his head, laughing heartily. “You want to be a loser? I don’t even want to crawl into the dust!”

“What the hell did you say!” Fang Yifan snapped angrily.

“You really think you’re Jia Baoyu, don’t you?” He Chen mocked. “You don’t even know what ‘crawling into the dust’ means and have to ask? One moment you’re the father, the next the grandfather—if you’re both father and grandfather, isn’t that crawling into the dust?”

“Fang Yifan, are you going to fight or not? If not, just admit defeat!” Wang Yidi called from outside the court. “Stop stalling. Don’t try to cause a fuss and then deny it.”

Fang Yifan glared furiously at Wang Yidi.

This troublemaker was getting more and more infuriating!

He had just exposed Fang Yifan’s little scheme outright.

Indeed!

Though angry at He Chen’s words about crawling into the dust, Fang Yifan had actually planned to seize the opportunity to bluff his way out of this seemingly lost game.

But now, with this troublemaker’s callout, such a move was impossible.

Otherwise, it would only make him look worse.

“Continue!”

Fang Yifan could only take the ball and attack again. Even though he was fully prepared this time, He Chen still intercepted it directly, plunging him into deep despair.

Fortunately, He Chen didn’t rush a fast break but instead returned to the service line in an orderly fashion, advancing the offense at a steady pace.

Fang Yifan was even more annoyed. This was clearly a cat-and-mouse game.

But giving up wasn’t his style!

So when He Chen again attempted a jump shot, Fang Yifan leapt up to block, trying to disrupt him.

Yet this time, the crisp swish of the ball passing through the net filled his ears, and he felt utterly defeated.

Outside the court, the self-organized cheering squad led by Wang Yidi and Deng Xiaoqi erupted in applause for He Chen’s basket.

“3-0!”

Lin Le’er, standing outside, looked pale and deeply worried for her cousin. This kind of crushing defeat was something she had never seen before; just imagining it made her feel uneasy.

She wasn’t sure if her usually optimistic cousin could withstand this.

It seemed unlikely.

Because her cousin’s state was clearly off, somewhat fragile.

---

Ji Yangyang watched the game with a complicated expression.

Originally, he should have been pleased to see Fang Yifan suffer such a humiliating defeat, possibly diverting attention from him.

But seeing Fang Yifan increasingly unsettled, he felt a surge of empathy and pain. He wanted to tell Fang Yifan, “Why not just admit defeat now? Keep going, and you’ll only get humiliated 7-0 or worse. He Chen will only become stronger, and your losses more desperate. Trust me, I’ve been there...”

“Taozi!” Qiao Yingzi opened her mouth to urge Fang Yifan to give up but couldn’t bring herself to speak, fearing it would only make things worse. She just held her best friend’s hand tightly.

“I don’t know what to say either,” Huang Zitao understood her friend’s feelings but also hesitated to speak. Otherwise, Fang Yifan might lose control even more, making the situation uncontrollable.

The ball was served again and immediately stolen, the possession swiftly passing to He Chen. This time, when He Chen pulled up for a jump shot beyond the three-point line, Fang Yifan couldn’t care whether it was a fake or not; he jumped early, trying to block the shot as He Chen rose.

When He Chen didn’t dribble past but jumped to shoot as planned, Fang Yifan’s heart leapt with joy. Reaching out to block the ball so close, he was determined to give He Chen a crushing block.

But as his hand swatted through the air, he caught nothing and felt something was wrong.

The shock and cheers from the crowd immediately confirmed it wasn’t his imagination.

He Chen, suspended in midair, executed a backward lean to evade the block, mockingly looking down at Fang Yifan as he descended, then calmly released the ball.

The crisp swoosh of a perfect shot was like an explosion to Fang Yifan’s face.

The crowd’s admiration, cheers, and applause were deafening.

The girls who loved academic materials and computer gear flushed red—not just from the applause but because they understood the skill behind that backward lean in midair!

Truly impressive core strength!

And as everyone knows, good core strength means good kidneys, plus a handsome face—everything was just perfect. How could it be so flawless?

“4-0!!!”

And that was a three-pointer!

“Again!” Fang Yifan was flustered; no need for He Chen to ask, he red-eyed requested to continue.

He served the ball, pulled up, and was blocked again. The ball went back to He Chen, who this time chose to dribble in instead of a jump shot, forcing Fang Yifan to retreat repeatedly to defend.

Then He Chen casually tossed the ball—clearly not a serious shot—and missed. Fang Yifan’s heart leapt: “Rebound! Good chance!”

Just as he jumped to grab it, his vision darkened suddenly. Hearing a roar from the crowd, he knew something shocking was about to happen.

Could it be...

Fang Yifan sensed something and looked up sharply. There, soaring overhead, was He Chen himself!!!

The next moment, He Chen outpaced him, leapt over his body to catch the airborne rebound, and slammed the ball down with one hand—

A dunk!!!

Right over his face!!!

---

Heavens!

Fang Yifan was utterly despairing.

Dunking was rare even among high school students, and few basketball specialists could do it.

Most dunks were barely showy and rare in real play, let alone such a brutal face-riding dunk!

It was merciless!

Fang Yifan looked at He Chen as if he were a monster.

“You have NBA-level skills, and you’re picking on a high schooler?”

He Chen noticed Fang Yifan was no longer as angry as before—likely broken by the dunk, he had given up caring. That wouldn’t do.

He smiled and said, “Almost eighteen, yet empty under your knees. Now after one game, you get to enjoy the pleasure of a grandparent doting on you. Thanks a lot!”

“You!” Fang Yifan was furious.

Even Ji Yangyang felt sympathy for Fang Yifan.

What grandparental doting? It was clearly a jab at the dunk and how badly Fang Yifan was losing—calling him a grandson.

He Chen was truly vicious!

By comparison, Ji Yangyang’s own losses to He Chen were mild.

Fang Yifan’s misery was real!

Some who liked to twist idioms even had strange expressions.

“‘Grandparental doting’ clearly means the face-riding dunk! And is he the son or the grandson? If the grandson, who’s doting on whom?”

Recalling He Chen’s earlier words about crawling into the dust, it was easy to let the mind wander.

“5-0, still want to continue?”

Seeing Fang Yifan recovering somewhat, He Chen smiled and asked.

“Fang Yifan, just stop!” Qiao Yingzi couldn’t bear it anymore. Regardless of whether she might upset Fang Yifan or make He Chen misunderstand her stance, she spoke up: “Admit defeat! Losing to someone as strong as He Chen isn’t shameful!”