Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 307 - 63: The Second Round

Chapter 307: Chapter 63: The Second Round

The watchman at the pharmaceutical factory initially refused to let the truck enter, saying that the factory had been shut down for several months and even the last batch of workers was about to leave.

Later, after the watchman made a phone call, he allowed the truck inside.

"A very ordinary pharmaceutical factory, not some large hospital or the heir of a traditional Chinese medicine family?" Huang Yaoshi listened and felt more and more that something was amiss. Could he be wrong twice in one day? Or should he wait for the boss lady to come back, thoroughly discuss it, and then decide whether to investigate the small pharmaceutical factory’s background.

The medicinal herbs were selected, and the day for Xiao Xian and Zeng Xuerou to start school was also approaching.

The second round of the Knei street basketball competition was held on the fifth day of the lunar new year. Zhuo Feng and Feng Xing, a couple who almost missed the preliminary rounds, were excited to hear there was another game. Ignoring Xiao Xian’s objections, they insisted on following her to the competition square.

"Wow, it’s really quite big; there are even more people watching," Zhuo Feng and Feng Xing commented as they arrived and saw the crowd and the various teams supporting the game.

Perhaps most families had finished their New Year’s visiting, or perhaps each team’s family and friends groups, just like Zhuo Feng and the others, thought that coming to cheer could increase their chances of victory. This time, the audience had grown in geometric multiples compared to last time.

For this reason, Knei, the organizers, were the happiest. After all, the purpose of their event was to attract more spectators and even television coverage to promote their brand.

"Put on a good show later, see? CCTV even sent a crew for a special report," Wang Ke couldn’t help but tell the two male teammates behind her while flipping out a mirror.

On the other side, Qu Yang, carrying an extra-large backpack and wearing new clothes, was beaming at the CCTV camera position. After seeing Mao Yi, he shoved the backpack into Mao Yi’s arms, "Competition is competition, a bet is a bet, and I’ve brought the clothes."

Mao Yi gave a half-smiling glance, unzipped a small opening of the backpack, and a strong smell of stinky shoes and socks wafted out, "Are you sure? Turn around and take a look."

Qu Yang turned back and his handsome face immediately fell. He incredulously pointed at a corner of the square, "What’s happening? How dare they shamelessly show up again. This is the playoffs, losers can’t come back; there are no revivals."

"You still haven’t changed your old habits. When we left yesterday, the amateur team was leading 2:0, but according to several teams who saw the end, that team turned the tables, desperately catching up, with three consecutive wins. In the end, the amateur team was completely defeated," Mao Yi was much more informed than Qu Yang; on the same night, several acquaintances had called him, commenting that the AND1 team was very strong and their strongest players weren’t the twin brother and sister but the silent man.

"No way?" Qu Yang glanced at the AND1 group. Although they had changed clothes today, especially the Phoenix Man, wearing an outdated grey and blue basketball uniform, there’s this phrase in Chinese, ’return to the basics.’

That damned phrase was gleaming over the once Phoenix, now the country bumpkin man, managing to wear an old basketball uniform with a model’s aura.

Infuriating, frustrating.

Qu Yang stuffed the backpack under his bottom, silently praying that his group would face the bumpkin’s group so that he could prove who the real prince of basketball was.

Contrary to his wishes, Qu Yang didn’t get to face Zhou Ziang but encountered another team with relatively weaker strength in the playoffs.

In just three rounds, Mao Yi led this new Holy Heart street basketball team to victory. Xiao Xian’s performance in the game was nothing special because the opposing female player was quite average too, anchoring each other down. The real competition unfolded among the four male players.

After the game, Zhuo Feng quickly handed a bottle of mineral water to each of the three big kids.

"Not bad, well played," Zhuo Feng encouraged Xiao Xian, who puffed up her cheeks and nodded vaguely. She barely played at all.

Feng Xing still watched other groups’ games with great interest. For old basketball fans like Feng Xing, they initially had prejudices against street basketball, always thinking it was an extension of street fighting, even a game for hoodlums without rules or appeal. But coming here today, he realized all his previous notions were wrong.

"It’s so amazing, look at those two groups, both very strong. That female player is guarding that male player again," Feng Xing was beside himself with excitement. He was too embarrassed to say that although Xiao Xian’s group was also competing, due to the clear gap in strength, her match was not as thrilling, so while Feng Xing watched the games, his attention kept wandering to another match taking place on a different court.

"What’s so exciting? Look how thrilled my uncle is," Qu Yang was not polite at all, calling him uncle right off the bat and got a roll of the eyes from Xiao Xian. After a giggle, he looked towards another court, and upon seeing it, his eyes seemed glued to the sockets, unable to move.

How did they end up together? The most captivating game for the audience was the one taking place on the other side, still locked in a difficult battle after five rounds.

They referred to the group of Wang Ke and Zhou Ziang.

Since Zhou Ziang’s match was held at the same time as Xiao Xian’s group, Xiao Xian and Mao Yi had not noticed before.

When the draw results were announced, Wang Ke didn’t hesitate to approach Zhou Ziang, "I’ll make you lose so badly you won’t be able to wear pants." (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)