The God-level Steal in Sports Chapter 322

“Wow—take a picture, take a picture, I want to preserve my male god’s handsome and dashing pose!”

While the match was going on, the audience suddenly became lively, all shouting something.

“Snap!”

“Snap!”

“Male god—I want to bear your children!”

“Zhou Feng is the best! Zhou Feng is the best!”

“Zhou Feng is the coolest! Zhou Feng is the coolest!”

While wondering, everyone heard such uniform roars, occasionally interspersed with a shriek of “bear your children.”

Zhou Feng took advantage of a lull to look up, holy cow! It was actually his fans!

Didn’t the banner they were holding have his name on it?!

—Zhou Feng is the best!

Holy cow, there were even reporters, how well-informed, this was only the second match, right?!

“Zhou Feng—I want to bear your children!”

Listening to these voices, Zhou Feng thought for a moment, then took the time to wave to his fans, which resulted in even louder screams.

“Bang!”

“This round, Harvard College wins!”

“Five to one!”

The胖子 (fatty) breathed heavily, looked at the stands, and said, “Are those all your fans?”

“Yeah,” Zhou Feng said faintly.

“You’re that good at tennis?” The胖子 (fatty) heard this and realized he had met a master. It seemed his loss wasn’t in vain.

“Yeah. I’m pretty good at tennis,” Zhou Feng nodded.

Just as the胖子 (fatty) was secretly nodding, and his unwillingness to lose was about to dissipate, he heard Zhou Feng continue, “But these should all be my basketball fans. Zhou Feng, the God of Basketball, have you heard of him?”

“Basketball fans?!” The胖子 (fatty) felt a blockage in his chest, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

You’re also the God of Basketball?!

If you’re so good at basketball, why are you playing tennis?!

“Since you’re so good at basketball, why are you playing tennis?!” The胖子 (fatty) asked angrily.

“I’ve already won the basketball championship,” Zhou Feng tossed the tennis ball, his tone indifferent, as if he was just saying he had eaten a meal.

“I want to come and get a tennis championship. Isn’t that normal?”

“Snap!” The tennis ball flew out.

“Bang!”

“Fifteen to zero!”

The胖子 (fatty) looked at the ball at his feet, then at Zhou Feng, really wanting to curse, where the hell was that normal?! If you’re good at basketball, just stay in the basketball world and dominate, why are you strolling around in the tennis world?!

And, tennis isn’t basketball, you can’t just say you’ll get a championship and get one!

It could be said that the胖子 (fatty)’s mindset had already loosened, and his desire to win had almost been worn away by the repeated landings of the tennis ball.

Now, hearing Zhou Feng’s words again, he practically wanted to turn around and leave.

“Snap!”

“Snap!”

…

“Wow, Coach White, are all those people here for Zhou Feng?” Urlan and Anqi looked at the crowd not far away, a little stunned. Forget fan clubs, they’d be lucky to have one or two fans.

“Hmm.” Thinking of Planck’s pained face whenever he thought of Zhou Feng, Coach White was particularly happy.

Such a basketball genius, still a genius in the tennis world, he had found a treasure!

“Haha!”

“Wow, so many girls,” Anqi looked at Zhou Feng’s fan club, involuntarily swallowing.

“Yeah, if only I could have such a fan club, no, just one or two fans would be great,” Urlan said with a silly smile.

“Hmm, Zhou Feng’s fan club is really good. I’ll definitely have one in the future!” Martin stroked his chin and looked, nodding affirmingly.

“Martin, the probability of having fans within one year is sixty-eight percent,” Field pushed up his glasses and said.

“Wow, isn’t that very likely?!” Martin heard this and happily bounced over to Field.

“Hmm. The prerequisite is that Zhou Feng’s matches keep winning, leading us into the finals,” Field said.

Martin was silent for two seconds, then ran to the front, waving his hand excitedly and shouting, “Zhou Feng, go for it! If you win, I’ll bear your children!”

“…” Field.

“…” Fan club.

“…” Zhou Feng.

“Host, according to human reproduction, same-sex individuals can only have test-tube babies,” the system’s voice suddenly rang in his mind.

“Get lost!” Zhou Feng roared, hitting a furious smash that roared past with the momentum of a fierce tiger.

“Bang!”

“This round, Harvard College wins!”

“Six to zero! Match over!”

“Columbia University versus Harvard College, Harvard College wins!”

“Oh yeah—”

“Oh yeah—”

Outside the court, there was a cheer.

Zhou Feng narrowed his eyes; this feeling reminded him of the huge cheers and shouts of encouragement outside the court during his basketball matches.

Thinking about it, Zhou Feng smiled, resting his racket on his shoulder, his indifferent tone as if he was saying he was going to wash his hands later, “Then let’s set a goal, double the number of fans within two years!”

Even in the tennis world, support is needed!

…

The second match was Field’s, his opponent was a slender boy, very agile and fast.

But this boy was rather unlucky; no matter how fast he was, it didn’t have much effect on Field, who possessed the skill of God’s Eye. As long as he could predict where the opponent’s next ball would land and prepare in advance, no matter how fast the ball was, it wouldn’t matter.

However, just like the胖子 (fatty) before, this slender boy also practiced his ball control, which was outside Field’s usual observation but still within a controllable range.

The final score was six to two!

“The data wasn’t fully grasped,” Field pushed up his glasses, blaming himself for the mistake.

The third match was Martin’s, against his brother Marshall. Marshall’s footwork was dynamic, just like Martin’s.

“To defeat Zhou Feng, I’ve been training for a long time! I won’t lose to you again!” Martin said on the court.

Marshall smiled, looking at Martin as if he were a child, “Is it appropriate to use training done for someone else to compete against me?”

“…” Martin. Those words seem very reasonable, how should I refute them?!

“I put in a lot of effort yesterday! I’ll win!”

…

As a result, Martin, who had put in a lot of effort, still lost, one to six.

After coming off the court, Coach White gave Martin a critical blow, “You little brat, where did all your effort go?! You only won one game, how dare you!?”

Martin rubbed his head, looking pitiful, “It all leaked out, all that effort…”

Zhou Feng watched from behind, amused, “You’re still far from being able to defeat me!”

The last match was Urlan and their doubles, and as they said, they didn’t suffer a loss, winning with a score of six to three.

In the end, except for the match Martin lost, which was unavoidable, all the other matches were won.

“Columbia University versus Harvard College, Harvard College wins four points and takes the victory!”