Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 179 - 11: Creepy Uncle_2

Chapter 179: Chapter 11: Creepy Uncle_2

Football is still a competitive sport, it requires technique, and bumps and bruises are inevitable on the field; no parent is willing to send their children to be punching bags.

"There’s another one," Xiao Xian doesn’t know what football is, but just by looking at Zhuo Feng’s expression, he can tell it’s probably more trouble than it’s worth.

"There’s another one that’s pretty much the same," Ni Shahe thought to himself, as the crowd began to disperse, he turned around and pointed at a few upper-grade students playing ball not far away. The playground had become less crowded, and the students maintaining order had also left, leaving a 3V3 street-style basketball scrimmage taking place on the basketball court. "It’s basketball."

Sacred Heart Middle School’s basketball team is quite strong, both the boys’ and girls’ teams have had good rankings in the city basketball competition in the past few years, but among this year’s new freshman, there are very few with good basketball skills, relying on a few old team members from the second and third year. The basketball team’s teacher, seeing the recruitment situation was not ideal, left two spots open, preferring to have them vacant rather than filled with undesirables, which is in keeping with Sacred Heart’s consistent teaching philosophy.

The parents on the playground had already left with their children. Xiao Xian looked toward the basketball court for a while without any sign of leaving.

"Xiao Xian, let’s head back first, when we get home, your uncle can find out if there are other schools," Zhuo Feng was inwardly anxious and tried to console Xiao Xian as gently as he could. Basketball and football are just the same; Sacred Heart Middle School’s sports teachers are really asking to be scolded.

"Teacher, does it mean that we win by throwing the ball into the basket like them?" Xiao Xian, who had never played basketball or football in Ge Village before, watched for a few minutes and realized that the tall male students were all trying to grab the orange leather ball and throw it into the high basket.

"That’s right, throwing the basketball into the basket means you scored," Ni Shahe was dissatisfied with Xiao Xian’s casual comment. He had seen clearly that one of the male students on the basketball court, who is on the high school basketball team, had already scored a three-pointer and grabbed a rebound in the past few minutes. Listening to the girl’s tone, she even thought scoring a basket was as easy as eating or drinking, not knowing that shooting not only requires good eyes, strength, and accuracy, but dribbling and layup skills can’t be learned overnight.

"The basket is that iron ring with a fishing net hanging on it, right?" Xiao Xian’s rather rustic remark made Zhuo Feng feel embarrassed, because speaking more would lead to more mistakes. To avoid angering the increasingly grim-faced sports teacher, they should take Xiao Xian home quickly. However, Xiao Xian’s next words surprised both Zhuo Feng and Ni Shahe.

"It’s really high, might be more than three meters, three meters and five," Xiao Xian walked up to the basketball stand and looked up at the basket.

"Hey, this kid actually knows a bit about basketball," Ni Shahe was indeed a little surprised. Seeing a sprightly new girl, the male students on the basketball court played even harder.

But Xiao Xian didn’t seem to pay attention to them; her eyes were only fixed on the basketball.

At that moment, as the basketball flew out of bounds during a struggle between two students, Xiao Xian smoothly caught it and firmly held it in her hand. She looked thoughtful, then turned to look at Ni Shahe, "Teacher, if I throw the ball in, does that mean I can attend your school?" she asked in a tone that was neither too loud nor too soft, with an innocent look in her eyes that made it hard for anyone to refuse her.

Every man has some weird uncle syndrome to some extent. Hearing Xiao Xian’s words, the male students on the playground were all looking at Xiao Xian’s denim skirt-clad legs and egging on Teacher Ni to agree.

"This bunch of rascals," Ni Shahe frowned, really wanting to make them run laps around the playground. But those words of rejection were really hard to say. Let’s try it, there weren’t many people left on the playground anyway. After thinking for a while, he gestured with a finger, "One shot won’t count, if you can score three in a row, you’re in."

It’s a joke, even scoring three in a row, not even the team member from the school team on the basketball court can guarantee that. Ni Shahe was being calculating; he saw that although the girl wasn’t tall, she walked with a poise much lighter than an average child’s, plus she accurately reported the height of the basket just now, she might be hiding her talent. However, a height of only 1.5 meters is really not suitable for the basketball court.

"Okay, three shots." Xiao Xian said, holding the ball and walked onto the basketball court. The students there wanted to see a good show and moved aside, drinking their beverages. Yet each of them occasionally glanced at the view under Xiao Xian’s skirt.

With things at this point, Zhuo Feng had no other solution, he could only stand on the basketball court and direct, "Xiao Xian, stand closer, you’re on the three-point line now. Move forward, keep moving forward." The gym teacher didn’t specify where to shoot from, and in the eyes of a layman like Zhuo Feng, the closer to the basket, the higher the chance of scoring.

"Alright, that position is fine," Zhuo Feng thought to herself that she should have learned more, imagining if she knew they would face this day, she wouldn’t have stopped Feng Xing from watching the NBA.

"No, that’s too close, Xiao Xian," Zhuo Feng saw Xiao Xian, holding the ball, charge straight under the basket. That close, how could she shoot?

"Miss, take a step back," one of the handsome-looking male students drinking beverages couldn’t help but speak out. He was a member of the high school basketball team. Needless to say, that brought him a warning glare from Ni Shahe.

"It’s all the same, wherever," Xiao Xian replied with a smile and threw the basketball upward vigorously; her gesture was evidently lacking in technique, very clumsy.

If such a gesture could score, I’d make the leader of my sports group hand over his position to that little girl, Ni Shahe shook his head, about to walk away.

"Ah, off target," Zhuo Feng saw the basketball slip out of Xiao Xian’s hands and bizarrely missed the hoop, looking like it was going to hit the backboard. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)