Chapter 108 - Completing the Pitcher Task

Chapter 108: Completing the Pitcher Task
Translator: 
Dragon Boat Translation 
 
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Dragon Boat Translation

His fcking hand speed has no shadows!

Pao bro was shocked, staring at Meng Fan, who had been shooting. He turned to the pink hat guy.
Mr. An, where did this guy come from? His hand speed is faster than Da Fei’s!

Da Fei was the friend of the pink hat guy who had entered the CGL that one year. He already obtained admission to the city qualifiers. After his haunting experiences from last year, he had practiced furiously, becoming a god who could easily score over 700 points in one round.
Pao Ge was a brother that often played with Da Fei, occasionally playing the shooting machine as well. His skill was much different though, barely scoring over 500 points in one round.
As for the sour pink hat, his name was Ye Xiao An. He didn’t play arcade basketball at all but played E dance’s famous dance machine.
This ‘E Dance fame’ was also one of the projects under GCL. Ye Xiao An was a real prodigy, having entered the national finals before he stopped playing. The reason had been simple as well. CGL’s dance fame was based on partner teams, and his team was a romance based one. After the finals, his girlfriend left him for another contestant, but this contestant was way uglier, way worse at the game and way poorer than him!
From that day on, Ye Xiao An never played partner rounds again, nor did he enter any more competitions of the type hosted by CGL.

I just met him yesterday, too. I don’t know where he’s from.
Ye Xiao An shrugged his shoulders.
His hand speed is scarily fast, but it seems his hit rate is not that good.


You just met yesterday?
Pao bro was a little curious. It was rare for Ye Xiao An to call people he just met his brother, but he didn’t pursue it, shifting his gaze back to Ye Xiao An.
He really is lacking in hit rate. But that’s easy to practice. Hand speed really can’t be practiced; he could count as a talented player!

All the gods who played basketball shooting games were terrifying. Anyone who could make the provincial finals were already better than 99% of the population, nonetheless national finals. They basically had a hit rate of 100%, very rarely missing the basket.
With the same hit rate, the frequency of shots made naturally became the key to the winning outcome.
In fact, Pao bro wasn’t completely right. Strictly speaking, he had to improve his hand speed while ensuring the score, or speed up his number of shots to guarantee a higher hit rate.
Of course, the reason why Pao bro felt that Meng Fan was a gifted type player was mainly because even if he had given up precision and threw balls randomly, he would still be slower than Meng fan.
That was hurtful!
428 points!
This was the score this round, out of two rounds total today.
He had scored 413 in the first round, so he was in good condition.
Meng Fan saw the pink hat guy approach him with his friend and did not recharge his card. He faced Pao bro.
You play.

Pao bro paused for a moment, veins immediately popped from his neck. Glaring, he sneered at Meng Fan.
Are you fcking talking sht!

In Chinese, the characters ‘ you play’ (Ni wan Ba) could be interpreted as (Ni wangba) if not properly articulated. Wenzhou accents tend to drag the end tone, which could make it seem like an offensive statement.
Meng Fan also froze. After snapping back into reality, he realized Wenzhou people did not articulate some words. He thought his mandarin was okay and smiled bitterly.
Is my mandarin that bad?

The pink hat guy bellowed with laughter and kicked Pao Bro.
We play with a guy from Wenzhou who also couldn’t pronounce his words. He would take his mispronounced nasal tones to swear at people, so that’s what we are used to now. Pao bro has a shadow in his heart, so it was just an instinctive response…

Meng Fan was a bit embarrassed.
I’m also from Wenzhou, and I do that too, Hahaha.

The pink hat guy lost it. He promised to introduce Meng Fan to his Wenzhou friend or Da Fei. His favorite pastime in life was to listen to Wenzhou people chat in their eastern dialect. He didn’t understand it at all, but he was happy living in it!

Waiter, can I get a cup?
If one said this sentence in any restaurant, it would sound normal. But for a Wenzhou person to say it to spite a person, could one even imagine? Anyway, the guy with the pink hat almost got hit when he spoke those words, visiting Wenzhou!

I don’t fear heaven or earth. I only fear Wenzhou people speaking mandarin!

Pao bro’s vein disappeared, but his eyes were still glaring.
I’m not playing anymore, you play!

The pink hat guy was still cackling. Meng Fan turned and swiped his card with an innocent expression on his face.
Pao bro came back after leaving for a while. He had bought three bottles of iced cola. He handed one to Ye Xiao An, one to Meng Fan, and spoke once in a while watching Meng Fan from the side.
Today, there were several people at the machines, and Meng Fan’s presence was heavy. In addition to his terrifying hand speed, his final score was rather high, there was a crowd of people surrounding him after a short time.
More than half of those who had been playing had crowded over as if they had caught a god in its natural habitat.
His highest score was only 425, but his momentum was too full. The frequency of his shots made the surrounding spectators suspect Meng Fan was playing casually, not bringing out his final form.
He played ten rounds before stopping to rest.
His shot percentage had increased slightly, but his hit rate on his set target improved greatly. He had increased the experience needed for [God Tier Pitcher] from 5700/10,000 to 8200/10,000. In one round, he could hit his desired target about 300 times. In six more rounds, he could finish the task.
He rested for about ten minutes before continuing.
420分,431分,439分,412分…
420 points, 431 points, 439 points, 412 points…
Each round, his scores did not add up, and turbulence was inevitable.
419.
On his sixth round, an alert popped up in his head 8 seconds before the fourth level ended.

Ding! You’ve hit 10,000 targets by throwing, finishing task phase 3; reward: +1000 points, accuracy +1.


Ding! Upon completion of the task [God Tiered Pitcher], you will receive the title [God Tiered Pitcher] (Accuracy +10)

Finally, he was done!
Meng Fan was ecstatic. He had triggered several achievement tasks by now, and disregarding the attributes, based on speed, [Group Photo God] was the fastest, next up being [A Good Person] followed by [Group Photo Guru] and [God Tiered Pitcher] fourth. It took him about two days in total, using about five hours.
However, compared to the three other faster tasks, [God Tiered Pitcher] was much more tiring.
Five hours of basket shooting was comparable to running ten kilometers five times.
He stopped, feeling the changes brought on by +11 throwing accuracy… Hehe, it couldn’t be felt at all!
The story of the ‘basket rim becoming an ocean’ did not appear!

It seems like I have to keep shooting.

Meng Fan once again swiped his card and began casting out basketballs. Did the rim turn in to the ocean at this moment? No. But Meng Fan felt oddly different. Carefully feeling it out, it was not metaphysics. This was the fcking legendary feeling of intuition.

He scored.
Picking up another ball, he tried to imitate the feeling from before. He scored again.
He shot the ball again and scored once more.
He didn’t go fast, but he had scored ten continuously.
Slowly, he increased his speed, maintaining 100% accuracy.
Once the first level ended, his score was not high. Around 100 or so, much worse than before.
The second level he reached 190.
On the third level, he reached 310, accelerating by a lot.
By the end of the fourth level, he scored a total of 421.
After this round, his score was the same as before, but he felt very different. He could basically confirm that he could maintain his hit rate as he increased his speed.
Maybe not 100%, but at least 99.9%.
The spectators were in a trance, but a few of them ‘understood’ what was happening.
‘This wild god really was just toying with us just now, or was he just training his hand speed? His real hit rate was real badass!’

Bruddah.

At this time, a thin, lanky 22-year-old boy greeted Meng Fan. This wasn’t some internet buzzword, but an actual Wenzhou phrase, also meaning brother. Seeing Meng Fan look over, he said,
Babe – ey!

The people on the side heard it as ‘baby’… What kind of cheesy romance was this?
Meng Fan heard this and knew immediately it was the Wenzhou friend the pink hat had introduced him to earlier. Smiling, he responded,
Yes?


I heard you are going to participate in the CGL basketball machine championship? If you can’t reach 600, you will be humiliated in that competition.


I heard from your friend you were humiliated.


Bruddah, do you have to be so harsh with your words?

The two continued their chatter while the onlookers stood, baffled. Aside from the words bruddah and CGL, they couldn’t understand anything.
The guy named Da Fei didn’t key into a machine but began to shoot.
Before he started, he grabbed two balls from another machine.
The official games provided seven balls. Five wasn’t nearly enough to meet the speed of the players.
Whoosh whoosh, Da Fei’s hand speed was incredible, and his hit rate was high. Without warming up, he only missed one goal throughout the entire round. His final score was 600!
This was why he didn’t score any in the last five or six seconds of the round. Evidently, he was trying to collect a whole number for the score. What a flex!

This is a real fcking god!

On the sidelines, the atmosphere began heating up.