Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

"As soon as you throw a rushed three-pointer like that, do you think you’re Curry..." Before Huang Yuhao could finish speaking, the familiar swish of the basketball hitting the net came from behind him!

Cheers erupted from the students around the court, especially from the girls. They didn’t care whether Jiang Siming was from their school—if he was handsome and scored, he deserved their screams.

"Impossible! This can’t be happening! I don’t believe it!" Huang Yuhao was getting flustered. He had to turn the tide. Jiang Siming already had two points while he was still at zero.

With the ball in hand again, Huang Yuhao attempted a flashy dribble, but before he could even get to the two-point line, Jiang Siming intercepted it!

Not only did he steal the ball, but Jiang Siming also turned around and performed Kobe’s signature fadeaway jump shot. The ball swished through the net again, drawing another round of applause.

"Three points. If you choose to surrender now, I’ll let you off with running two fewer laps," Jiang Siming said to Huang Yuhao.

"Dream on!" Huang Yuhao gritted his teeth and refused without hesitation.

"Then please, continue." Jiang Siming tossed the ball back to him.

The result, however, was predictable. Huang Yuhao was blocked again, this time getting so frustrated that he cursed aloud. But swearing didn’t solve anything. Jiang Siming scored another point.

4-0.

By this point, Huang Yuhao was panicking. The ball slipped out of his possession and back into Jiang Siming’s hands.

The entire crowd was now cheering for Jiang Siming. Even Jiang Lan, who had been worried before, had transformed into a fangirl, cupping her hands around her mouth and shouting words of encouragement along with the other girls.

"Dunk! Dunk! Dunk!"

The audience started chanting, eager to see a dunk.

Jiang Siming didn’t disappoint. He dashed past Huang Yuhao’s defense, took three swift strides, and leaped.

His entire body arched in the air, and he slammed the basketball into the hoop with the ferocity of splitting a mountain.

With a loud bang, the ball went in, and Jiang Siming hung on the rim for a few seconds before dropping down.

The crowd’s screams reached a fever pitch. This dunk was both violent and stylish!

Viewers in the live stream were already blown away, flooding the screen with "66666" comments.

"God Ming should join the CBA; he might be the next Yao Ming."

"With this skill level, it’d be a waste not to join the national team!"

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"That dunk was insane! Even more explosive than Vince Carter!"

"It feels like the school team captain is being completely crushed by God Ming. Totally helpless."

"Good thing it’s just basketball. If it were a fight, this school would already be surrounded by fan groups."

After landing, Jiang Siming looked at the dazed Huang Yuhao, who still couldn’t accept his defeat, and said, "Hurry it up. A proper school team captain wouldn’t break his promise in front of so many people, would he?"

Huang Yuhao definitely wanted to back out. He glared at Jiang Siming with hatred and said, "I’ll remember you!"

With that, he turned to leave.

Jiang Siming grabbed his shoulder, applying just enough force to make Huang Yuhao cry out in pain.

"I hate people who go back on their word. Choose: streak around the campus or lose an arm. Your call."

As Jiang Siming spoke, he gradually increased the pressure, making Huang Yuhao feel as if his arm had been hit by a truck, the pain unbearable.

"Let go of our captain!"

"F***, release him!"

"If you don’t, don’t blame us for what happens next!"

The school team members started gathering, ready to gang up and teach Jiang Siming a lesson.

But many righteous students weren’t having it.

"Losing and trying to escape, then planning a gang fight? Seriously?"

"You’re embarrassing our school!"

"The school team’s always been full of jerks, strutting around and taking over courts whenever they want!"

"Today, I’m standing with this guy. If you want to fight him, you’ll have to go through me first!"

"And me!"

The students didn’t care whether Jiang Siming was from their school. They were fed up with the school team’s usual behavior, and Jiang Siming’s actions had vented their frustrations. Naturally, they chose to side with him.

With the help of the students, the other members of the school team didn’t dare rush forward.

Seeing this, Huang Yuhao realized he couldn’t escape and had no choice but to plead, "I’ll run! I’ll run!"

"That’s better. You could’ve saved yourself the trouble if you’d just agreed earlier. Such a masochist," Jiang Siming released his grip, crossed his arms, and stood by.

Huang Yuhao quickly rubbed his shoulder, trembling from the pain.

"Hurry up. Don’t test my patience," Jiang Siming said impatiently.

Startled, Huang Yuhao was afraid Jiang Siming might grab him again. Enduring the immense humiliation, he took off his jersey and then his shorts.

Instantly, he was left standing in just his underwear.

The male students began howling and jeering, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the humiliated school team captain. It felt deeply satisfying to them.

Many of the girls blushed but cheered even louder than the boys.

Jiang Lan averted her gaze long ago. A scrawny body like that? Not interested. If she were going to look, it would only be at Brother Jiang’s physique.

"Underwear... do I really have to take it off?" Huang Yuhao asked in a pleading tone, clinging to his last shred of dignity.

"You don’t have to, as long as you call Zhang Wei to join you. Then you can keep it on," Jiang Siming graciously offered.

If it weren’t for the livestream and the inconvenience of showing such explicit content, Jiang Siming wouldn’t have let him off so easily.

Hearing this, Huang Yuhao immediately called Zhang Wei over.

Zhang Wei walked over reluctantly. "Captain, I didn’t lose..."

Slap!

Already humiliated beyond measure, Huang Yuhao was furious and slapped Zhang Wei across the face.

"If it weren’t for you, would I be in this situation? Hurry up and strip! If you don’t, I’ll help you!"

Having been slapped, Zhang Wei didn’t dare refuse. He endured the stares of nearly half the school’s students and stripped down to his boxers as well.

"Start running then, don’t keep everyone waiting," Jiang Siming said, gesturing.

"Just you wait!" Huang Yuhao spat out before beginning to run laps around the court, with Zhang Wei trailing behind.

The surrounding students automatically made room for them to "perform freely."

Many students pulled out their phones and recorded the scene.

That night, the followers of these students on Douyin skyrocketed. One well-shot video even garnered tens of thousands of likes.

After completing twenty laps, Huang Yuhao and Zhang Wei quickly put on their clothes, eager to leave. They had been utterly disgraced and had no face left to linger here.

"Ah Hao, what’s going on?"

At this moment, a towering man standing at 1.95 meters approached. His burly frame was covered in muscles.

He had long hair tied in an unconventional braid at the back, but his looks were somewhat unpleasant.

When this man walked over, his intimidating presence caused the surrounding students to instinctively make way.

Seeing this man, Huang Yuhao looked like he’d found a savior.

"Brother Zeng! You’re finally here! You must help me!"

"What happened?" Zeng Wendin asked.

Huang Yuhao immediately recounted what had just occurred.

Zeng Wendin laughed and said, "You’re the school team captain, and you can’t even handle a random passerby?"

Huang Yuhao, embarrassed, explained, "This guy has some skill—pretending to be weak while hiding his strength."

"Hah, weak? That part seems accurate. But trying to act like a tiger? He’s not qualified."

Zeng Wendin’s gaze fell on Jiang Siming, his expression full of mockery.