Chapter 446

On the basketball court, a change in possession of the ball means a reversal of offense and defense.

The moment he received the ball, Wen Jianyan felt an invisible chill coming from all directions, as if some invisible presence was approaching.

He immediately started running.

"You should know how to play basketball, right?"

Wen Jianyan turned his head and looked at the people in the stadium.

The other people looked at each other and nodded hesitantly.

Since I chose this project, I naturally have a basic understanding of basketball, at least in school, or as a hobby, but that's all.

A little, but not much.

Wen Jianyan saw their embarrassment and smiled slightly:

"It's okay, don't worry."

However, before anyone else could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard the other person continue to speak calmly and cheerfully:

"I'm about the same as you."

Oh, almost, then...

-Um? ? ?

Everyone was stunned.

From the beginning, whether it was his understanding of the rules or his shooting and dribbling, this guy seemed very smooth and comfortable at first glance. But what is he talking about now? ?

They looked at Wen Jianyan in disbelief, almost unable to believe their ears.

At this moment, the young man was running forward slowly with the ball, his white shirt billowing in the wind like a bird flapping its wings.

No matter from his demeanor or movements, he looks like he is very good at this sport.

Integrity First Live Room:

"?Are you kidding me?"

"Hahahaha the anchor lied again."

"But the question is, is there any need to lie? Now he is not going to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. Everyone obviously listens to him, so why show cowardice at this time?"

“…”

"It's over. Could what he said be true?"

It's indeed true.

Like other anchors present, Wen Jianyan is a complete beginner in terms of basketball skills and mastery of basketball rules.

I know a little bit, I can put on a show, and I can occasionally be cool on the court, but I really have no ability.

Basically it all depends on motor nerves.

The huge stadium was only illuminated by four street lights, and otherwise it was dark.

Wen Jianyan looked away.

He carried the ball and still ran at an unhurried pace that would not cause a foul.

"You run forward ten meters."

Wen Jianyan patted the anchor next to him on the shoulder.

He turned his head slightly and looked to the other side: "Hey, you."

The anchor whose name was called panicked and subconsciously turned his head to look around, only to realize that the person calling was him.

"Go one meter to the left and seven meters forward."

Wen said briefly.

Each of his instructions was simple and straightforward, leaving no chance of being misunderstood.

Soon, Wen Jianyan stopped.

The basketball, which exuded a cold atmosphere, was slapped on the ground, making a uniform sound.

Wen Jianyan stood there calmly.

"?"

The others didn't know what he wanted, so they had to stay where they were and observe his next move.

Integrity First Live Room:

"? Why is the anchor not moving?"

"I do not know…"

"Generally speaking, after getting the ball, shouldn't you dribble it for a layup? Why did he stop in the middle of the court?"

"And isn't this illegal?"

The chill is closer.

Wen Jianyan felt that the skin on his arms was aroused by the boundless Yin Qi, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

Something malicious was approaching in the darkness.

Unable to capture it with sight, one can only feel its increasingly intense presence through perception.

Close.

The body's functions were reflexively sounding the alarm, cold sweat broke out in his palms, his heart was beating violently in his chest, and Wen Jianyan could even hear the roar of his own blood.

Wait a moment.

"Hey, what exactly do you want to do?"

Some people are already getting impatient.

They admitted that in the previous response process, the other party's reaction was indeed beyond ordinary people's, and it indeed frightened them for a while. However, in this case, they would also give control to a similar opponent to win a battle. Someone who has no experience in basketball games... is somewhat sloppy.

Not to mention, the other party's current behavior is almost the same as committing suicide.

"Pass the ball to me and I can carry it over!"

Some anchors started to make moves.

They urged:

"Hey, what are you doing? Talk!"

Wen Jianyan still didn't speak. He stared at a point in the sky and seemed to focus all his attention on it. His body posture seemed relaxed, but it was as tight as a bowstring, as if it was about to break in the next second.

Swamp had a sullen face and turned to glare at him: "Shut up."

Unlike others, he has really dealt with the opponent and his teammates, and has seen his abilities. In this case, if someone can really take them out, or even win... I'm afraid there is no chance The second person.

Although I didn’t understand why Shu Shu’s attitude changed so quickly, as a good friend with loyalty, Tiger Brother Abao also quickly spoke:

"Okay, everyone, shut up!"

"Don't move, all of you. Just stand wherever my brother told you to stand. Otherwise, you are going against us. Do you hear me?"

Due to the need to play basketball, there were not many anchors present. The people who were on the same front as Wen Jianyan immediately took control of the situation. This time, no one finally said anything.

boom. boom.

The entire venue echoed with the regular sound of basketballs hitting the ground.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan's body was tense to the limit, his breathing was rapid, and his eyelashes were trembling chaotically, as if he was resisting some physiological instinct.

His eyes were focused on a point in the sky, as if he was looking at something, but also as if he was not looking at anything, but simply "feeling" and "guessing".

A cold feeling rose from the soles of his feet, wrapping around him tightly.

Under the palm of my hand, the originally flat curved basketball seemed to begin to change. The bottom of the ball skin protruded outwards under the influence of some kind of force, as if something was trying to break free from it.

Suddenly, his eyelids trembled, and beneath his suddenly raised eyelashes were a pair of eyes as bright as the scorching sun.

"Brother Tiger, continue."

Wen said briefly.

The next second, he jumped high, and the basketball in his palm was thrown in a smooth arc, and he accurately threw it in the direction of Brother Tiger.

"?!"

Brother Hu was startled and almost didn't react, but after all, he was also an anchor who had experienced multiple copies. His body started to move much earlier than his consciousness. When he came back to his senses, the basketball had been sent to his hand. .

As soon as he took it, he felt a strong chill that almost made him tremble from the very bones.

Brother Tiger lowered his head and looked at the basketball in his palm.

Slightly red, under the weak light, the brown-red surface of the basketball became uneven, as if something was squirming underneath, trying to break free, and the originally normal feel became cold and slippery, like...

human skin.

! !

Brother Tiger's hair suddenly stood on end and he almost threw the ball away.

But at this moment, Wen Jianyan's voice came from not far away.

The young man's voice was as calm as ever, with a cold texture that seemed to penetrate the fog, piercing into his mind like a knife.

"Run forward."

"After fifteen meters, pass the message to the person on the left."

Just like before, his instructions were still simple and precise. In such chaotic situations, he had the ability to calm people's hearts and make people obey them unconsciously.

Subconsciously, Brother Tiger took the ball and ran forward.

"Pass the ball." The young man's calm and restrained voice came from the distance.

The ball passes from one person's hand to the second person's hand.

His eyes followed the person with the ball, and Wen Jianyan followed closely behind.

Although the ball was out of his hands, his focus never relaxed.

Yes, he knew very little about basketball, even limited to some basic rules and moves, but... Wen Jianyan was an expert at winning a game.

When you play ball, there will definitely be opponents.

But before the san value drops to single digits, they are invisible. It is not worth sacrificing the few san values ​​just for a football game.

However, this does not mean that Wen Jianyan does not have the ability to control their direction.

When the ball is not in one's hands, the basketball will attack the violator. So, after the ball is changed, how will the violator be punished?

That is the "opponent".

Wen Jianyan stood there and took the initiative to violate the rules. The purpose was to make the originally "invisible" crisis "visible".

Although his sanity value is not low enough to be able to see his opponent, it is enough to sense the danger approaching.

— They're trying to get the ball back, and the ball is clearly eager to get back into their hands.

When the distance is close enough, he can act.

Like a well-oiled machine, everything began to run smoothly.

Wen Jianyan ran aside and watched from the perspective of a bystander as the basketball was passed in the hands of one anchor after another.

Integrity First Live Room:

"I knew that in the end it was still a pass."

"However, it's a bit strange. I think the sequence and positioning of this pass are quite complicated. In this case, isn't it the fastest in a straight line? Anyway, there are less than ten minutes left. As long as you score a goal as soon as possible, no matter what Can you win?"

"Who knows, I think he is just being mysterious."

However, one audience member seemed to suddenly see something:

"Wait a minute, who can go to the live broadcast rooms of those anchors who have passed the ball and tell me what their san value is?"

"?"

This request came very strangely, but in the live broadcast room, the number of idle and bored viewers was always more than expected, so soon, these seemingly irrelevant data were compiled.

When the numbers are neatly put together, everything becomes crystal clear.

The entire passing order is actually staggered according to the san value, one low and one high.

"Wait a minute, did I remember it wrong? Did the anchor ask other people's sanity values ​​one by one before?"

"You remember correctly, I never left the live broadcast room, and the host didn't ask at all."

"Not to mention that there is no chance to ask. Even if I ask, it won't be of much use. After all, the attack is aimed at san. Now that I ask, what if I am attacked later? Hasn't it changed again? Even I You may not notice it.”

"Huh? I don't understand. How did he know?"

Some viewers seemed to have thought of something: "Wait a minute, let me adjust the screen recording."

After having a direction, patterns emerged.

"Damn it, I just discovered that every anchor who is assigned a position has been chased by the ball before."

"??!"

"I go."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute? I haven't reacted yet, why do you all look like you suddenly realize it?"

"It means that there is more than one person who just violated the rules, but basketball also has a sequence of attacks. It will attack the person with a lower san value first. The anchor obviously remembers everyone's approximate san value range through this. That’s why we made the arrangements just now.”

At this point, Wen Jianyan's intention for this arrangement was finally revealed.

People with a low san value will be more likely to be attacked when dribbling the ball, and "opponents" will be gathered faster. Through this, the originally invisible threats can be placed within a controllable range, and then through the san value The taller person passes the ball, shortening the distance to the basket.

This plan is not unwise.

It has almost nothing to do with basketball technology itself, but in terms of grasping the rules and predicting potential threats, it is almost terrifyingly accurate.

Not to mention, this was observed, formulated, and implemented by one person in just ten minutes.

“…”

“…”

"In a word: awesome."

"Awesome! (broken sound

The basketball is passed from anchor to anchor like a well-oiled mechanical shaft. Everything runs very smoothly with almost no lag.

Several minutes passed, and not even a complete attack occurred, but was interrupted by precise timing.

Under Wen Jianyan's guidance, the basketball is getting closer and closer to the basket.

But... all this does not come without any cost.

As time goes by, basketball changes more and more. The basketball that was originally very ordinary, even a little gray and old, releases an increasingly cold atmosphere.

Water began to drip down on the maroon ball skin. The cold water droplets seemed to carry some unknown terrifying power, making people shiver all over. The originally hard skin also began to become moist and soft, as if human beings had lost their elasticity. The same as the skin, you can directly press a small pit.

And the shape of the raised surface gradually began to breathe.

it seems…

It looks more and more like a human head.

The anchor, who had left the basketball, looked pale and held his wet palm with one hand, as if he had seen something horrific.

"hurry up!"

He couldn't help but prompt.

Yes, hurry up.

As long as we hurry up, we will definitely make it in time.

The basketball is already very close to the basket. All it takes is passing it to the last person -

The basketball rotated, drew a beautiful streamline in the air, and fell straight into the hands of the last person.

While in mid-air, the sphere had completely turned into a cold pale color, and a clear human face emerged - it had completely turned into a head.

It opened a pair of dark, emotionless and terrifying eyes, looking at the last person, and the corners of its mouth were wide open, as if it was about to let out a thin laugh.

"—!"

The person it stared at froze in place, his face pale and sweating profusely. Under the control of fear, he could not move even half a step no matter what.

"Step aside."

The young man's cold, almost stingy voice came to his ears.

Before the anchor came to his senses, he only felt a force pulling him backwards.

A figure leaped up in front of him.

A straight face flashed past.

A dunk!

In an instant, everyone held their breath.

The basketball hit the basket accurately, and the entire ball frame began to shake due to the excessive force. The fully recovered head turned in the basket, looking at Wen Jianyan, with the corners of his scarlet mouth split. A smile appeared, but, before it hit the ground through the net, it was gone.

what's the situation?

Everyone who was staring in this direction closely, with their hearts high in the sky, was startled, and they all showed expressions of astonishment.

At the same time, the slightly reddish light receded into the distance, and the sticky darkness that had always shrouded the outside of the venue also began to dissipate.

Wen Jianyan gasped and stood on the ground.

His forehead was soaked with sweat, and his cheekbones were sickly red. As if he felt something, he turned his head and looked outside the basketball court.

In the distance, other locations on the playground began to gradually emerge from the darkness, becoming clear from blur, and anchors located in other venues also began to appear in their field of vision.

so…

it's over?

They looked around, with vacant expressions as if they had just had a big dream.

Until then, the tense expression gradually relaxed.

Everyone finally had the energy to look around.

Different from the non-threatening physical education class in the previous school year, this time, after the class ended, the anchors were no longer as relaxed and comfortable as last time.

The number of people on the playground has decreased significantly.

The remaining people were all panting violently, their faces were pale, and they were sweating profusely.

The ground in some areas was dyed red with red blood. Just from the clues left behind, one could imagine how brutal the attack had been.

In the dead silence of the playground, intermittent wails came from different areas.

At the end of the runway, someone's entire leg was torn from the root, and some people lost half of their arm. At this moment, his teammates were trying very hard to stop his bleeding, but everyone knew that in such a copy, , the blow of losing a leg can be fatal.

However, even so, they can still be considered lucky.

After all, there are already some people who will never leave that darkness.

Overall...it was only on this basketball court that the number of casualties was the least.

Everyone felt a chill behind them.

They looked at each other and after exchanging glances, they all turned their heads and looked secretly in Wen Jianyan's direction.

The young man stood at the end of the basketball court, looking up at the basket above his head. Looking from the side, he looked very young.

It wasn't until this moment that they clearly realized the intensity of the attack they might have encountered if this person hadn't been coordinating and controlling everything from the beginning.

In fact, for higher-level anchors in Nightmare, it is not difficult to save their lives in a single small scene in the dungeon. The more ruthless and sinister, they can even completely eliminate all the players except their own. Others died one after another, filling up the time with their lives.

However, in addition to saving his life, he was also able to bring out an entire team of people unscathed...

Not to mention very few, it can only be said to be rare.

"Hey, so who is that guy..."

Someone came closer and tried to get some information from Shuangshu and others, who seemed to know Wen Jianyan, to find out his identity.

Swamp recognized that this was the host who had just provoked.

He glared at him and received a guilty look from the other party.

However, before the conversation could continue, it was interrupted by an uninvited guest.

The person who came was pale and had armbands on his arms.

It was the student union member who had just taken charge of the roll call.

He slowly walked into the basketball court and walked directly in the direction of Wen Jianyan.

In an instant, the entire stadium fell silent, and everyone's attention was drawn to it.

In the dead silence, the members of the student union came to stand in front of Wen Jianyan.

He looked at Wen Jianyan with his emotionless, empty eyes and said, "Congratulations on winning this basketball game."

As soon as this was said, everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

No matter what, it's always reassuring to hear about your victory from an NPC's mouth.

"As a reward, please go to the administration building to receive the award before the end of this school year."

Integrity First Live Room:

"Ouch!"

"Then the anchor won't get one more opportunity to conduct political affairs?"

"Wow wow wow! What a good thing! What a great thing!"

Receive an award?

Several people looked at each other with excited expressions.

They had guessed that there would be rewards after winning, but they really didn't expect this form of "awarding".

However, as long as it is a reward, it is naturally better than nothing.

"Do you mind if I ask, what is the prize?"

Wen Jianyan asked.

He seemed not to notice that he was once again the center of attention, with a slight smile on his face and a very polite attitude.

The student council member gave him a dark look.

"Sorry, I have no right to ask about this."

Wen Jianyan said: "Mind if I ask, when the time comes, will we just accept the award and leave, or will someone give us the award?"

“…”

The faces of the student council members were even worse.

He stared at Wen Jianyan intently, and after a few seconds, he reluctantly said, "The vice-principal himself will give you the awards."

"Oh, that's such an honor." A very sincere smile appeared on Wen Jianyan's face.

Like he was really flattered.

However, the other party obviously did not accept this trick.

The student council members turned around and walked out with gloomy faces, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Seeing this, Wen Jianyan's smile faded.

He stared at the direction in which the other party disappeared, showing a thoughtful expression.

Silence enveloped his face, bringing with it an invisible sense of distance.

Not far away, several people from the "basketball team" looked at each other and gathered around:

"Um... thank you so much just now."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the reason why they won the "match" just now was all thanks to Wen Jianyan's thigh. Otherwise, let alone winning or not, it would be difficult to say whether they could even survive this class. .

"If anything happens next—"

Wen Jianyan glanced at them.

His eyes were very light and thin. Although there was a smile on his lips, it did not make people feel warm, but seemed distant.

"Nothing, everyone gets what they need."

He smiled and said:

"My abilities are limited and I can't do anything alone."

This answer is really unexpected.

Being treated coldly for the first time, Brother Hu was stunned.

However, before they could react, Wen Jianyan turned around and walked out.

He waved his hand: "My teammates are calling me, see you later."

The remaining people stood on the basketball court and looked at each other.

They couldn't refute what the other party said... To be honest, they had never seen anyone be so candid in this situation.

It's almost like he doesn't want to have anything to do with anyone.

*

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and looked at his hands.

The smooth and moist feeling of the human head still seemed to remain in the palm of the hand, and there was a dull pain in the tiger's mouth.

There, there was a tooth mark with everted skin and flesh - just at the moment when the basketball was finally dunked into the basket, the moving human head, with an overly sensitive viciousness, bit him viciously on the tiger's mouth.

He flexed his fingers.

It's not very painful and doesn't affect my activities.

But it's not clear whether anything will happen next.

The image of the head, the sinister smile, and the dark eyes flashed in his mind - because it happened so fast, Wen Jianyan was not sure if it was Chu Chu - in "The Brave Richard", Richard's friends, and In "A Day in the Life of Wang Ni", a human head appears in a dangerous scene.

However, there must be some connection between the two.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, covering his deep thoughts.

In the distance, the voice of a teammate came: "Here!"

It's Su Cheng and the others.

Wen Jianyan put down his hands and let his sleeves hang down naturally, blocking the bite from the tiger's mouth.

Not far away, Orange Tang stood beside the basketball court, kicking pebbles boredly.

The left side of her body was stained with blood—but obviously, it wasn't her own.

Seeing Wen Jianyan approaching, she raised her eyelids and looked over, and asked with interest:

"How was it? How was your basketball game?"

"I never want to fight again." Wen Jianyan told him honestly.

"Hahahaha!" Orange Tang was amused, laughing so hard.

Yun Bilan: "Didn't you encounter any danger?"

"Yes." Wen Jianyan shrugged calmly: "But it's all solved."

His hands were in his pockets.

Su Cheng glanced at him and said nothing.

"Okay," Orange Tang wiped away the tears from laughter at the corner of her eyes, and finally controlled her emotions. She raised her hand and shook her phone with the screen unlocked towards him, "Here, your spy Got the news."

Wen Jianyan leaned closer and read the content on the phone screen.

This text message was sent by Weasel.

Sent five minutes ago.

"How many beds do you have?"

The content is very simple and there is no extra information.

But everyone present knew what this meant.

Obviously, everything was as Wen Jianyan expected. Although it failed on the first day, the club must recruit new people no matter what, otherwise, this line will be scrapped.

Obviously, the copy is not ready to run in a half-finished state.

And this gives them a good opportunity to blend in.

Wen Jianyan nodded and reported his bed.

Orange Candy lowered his head. After typing, he sent the message.

Soon, Orange Tang's phone buzzed and vibrated twice again, and a new message popped up.

Also from the weasel.

"Twelve o'clock tonight, dormitory."