Zhang Lilin had reached under the basketball hoop, but he didn’t shoot. Instead, he charged at Xiao Mu—he wanted a skills showdown!

The ball danced nimbly in his hands, packed with deceptive fakes that made his offense impossible to block.

But… this was useless against Xiao Mu.

Shadowless Trace!

Xiao Mu moved. His form unfolded as he brushed past Zhang Lilin. In an instant… the ball was in Xiao Mu’s hands!

How… could this be?

Zhang Lilin froze, still dazed from the clash.

Xiao Mu’s move had been too fast!

In fact, many hadn’t even seen what happened.

Xiao Mu had seized the split-second gap when Zhang Lilin dribbled with both hands, snatching the ball precisely.

This skill level… clearly surpassed Zhang Lilin’s.

Xiao Mu passed to Jie Wu. The stunned Class 7 players barely blocked, but Jie Wu still scored the first basket.

“Nice shot!” Xiao Mu high-fived Jie Wu, grinning. “Not bad at all.”

Jie Wu scratched his head, embarrassed. “All thanks to Brother Mu. Without you, I’d never have scored.”

“As long as Brother Mu handles Zhang Lilin, winning shouldn’t be a problem,” Feisheng Wang said, stroking his chin.

“Mm. Leave it to me.”

The game resumed. This time, Zhang Lilin didn’t attack alone; he coordinated with his Class 7 teammates.

But it still meant nothing to Xiao Mu.

Xiao Mu’s figure was ghostly. With one swift move, the ball was his.

Class 7’s formation was just decoration to him.

He passed to Jie Wu again—another score.

By halftime, Class 7 had zero points. Class 2 led comfortably.

Halftime break.

Lin Hanyun approached, just like yesterday, holding a towel and a water bottle.

This was a coveted treat for many.

“Xiao Mu, can you make our class win first place?” Lin Hanyun asked suddenly.

Xiao Mu paused, then replied, “Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Here’s the deal: get us first place, and I’ll grant you one wish,” Lin Hanyun said nonchalantly.

Huh? Xiao Mu wondered if he’d misheard. This was a windfall—why refuse it?

“Deal. But ‘one wish’—does that mean anything at all?” Xiao Mu probed carefully.

“No. Nothing excessive or beyond my ability.”

“Understood. Don’t forget this promise. No backing out later.”

The word “promise” made Lin Hanyun’s eyes flicker slightly, but her voice stayed cold. “You might not even win.”

“Just wait and see.” Xiao Mu brimmed with motivation. He didn’t know why she’d offered this, but it was undeniably an opportunity.

Securing first place now involved two girls he needed to win over. Xiao Mu had to be extra careful.

The second half began. Xiao Mu shifted tactics, launching aggressive offense instead of counterattacks.

Jie Wu and Feisheng Wang set screens for him. Their score climbed rapidly.

Zhang Lilin felt helpless. He couldn’t match Xiao Mu—even with teamwork, he couldn’t stop him.

First match: Class 2 won.

After a short break, the second match started.

Zhang Lilin’s expression turned grim. He knew he faced a formidable foe and had to give his all.

This time, Class 7 adopted pure defense. They ignored the ball entirely, focusing only on blocking Class 2’s shots.

Both sides scored zero—a tie.

A tie meant another match. If still tied, Class 2 would win.

But that was under normal rules. Factoring in Xiao Mu’s stamina, dragging to a third match might cost them the win.