Chapter 109 - Artistic Shooting

Chapter 109: Artistic Shooting
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Dragon Boat Translation
He was indeed a master to score 600 points on the basketball machine. Usually, the arcade or even an amusement park rarely saw such incredible achievements. Most of the high scores in arcades hovered at around four hundred or so, for example, this arcade. Out of the entire row of machines, their high scores did not exceed 500.
What was the concept of 600 points? Even if the 2 point shots and 3 point shots were cut in half, he still scored 250 points. To shoot out 250 balls in three minutes, or 180 seconds wasn’t something a regular person could accomplish, regardless if they go in or not.
From Da Fei’s boasting attitude and the absence of a warmup, he definitely could count as a top tier player who could shoot 100 times in one minute.
Da Fei was used to the discussions of the crowds, turning out arrogantly and smiled, signaling to Meng Fan it was his turn.
Da Fei wasn’t trying to flex in front of Meng Fan but rather trying to flex in front of everyone.
Actually, the reason he suggested for them to compete or ‘babe – ey’ was because he had seen Meng Fan’s score from the previous round. He had also heard Ye Xiao An say he wanted to attend the CGL arcade basketball championship and had wholeheartedly been interested in coaching Meng Fan and give him some life experience.
Meng Fan walked over. He had already swiped his card; all he had to do was hit start.
Meng Fan was not surprised by the seven balls. He had practiced like so during his last few rounds yesterday, grabbing two balls from the machine next to him. Otherwise, five balls could not satisfy Meng Fan’s hand speed; seven might not even be enough.
He originally planned to do this today as well, but the entire row had been full previously, when would he have the chance to borrow from others? But now, everyone was spectating. He could have as many balls as he wanted.
But he didn’t add more.
He knew that the CGL basketball championship’s competition format used seven balls. He had seen a world record set with nine balls though, at 1000 points, so he assumed the competition’s regulations used 9 balls.
Once the gates opened, the countdown began.
Whoosh.
Meng Fan grabbed a ball and sunk a basket with a flick of his wrist. The ball bounced slightly before rolling back down.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
One by one, the sunk balls formed into a line.
Meng Fan had pondered and studied this before. What kind of method could he use to prevent the ball from bouncing in the machine? Or what kind of method would interfere with his shots? After pondering it over and over again, the answer was just to improve his hit rate.
The ball that scored would travel through the net, decelerating the momentum by a lot. Reducing the bounce, it would automatically roll to the bottom of the machine without any disturbance.
It turned out reality proved him right. The line they rolled into was a beautiful sight to see.
After mastering the rhythm, there was constantly a ball in Meng Fan’s hand. A ball that had just passed the net; four balls lined up and one more ball reached the bottom sitting next to Meng Fan’s hands. He didn’t even have to look when reaching for it, like an assembly line!
When he had scored before, his hand speed had been incredible as well. His entire body was full of momentum, but the actual scene was still a mess.
But it was different now. His hand speed was still incredible, and his momentum had slowed down, but it was much more comfortable to look at.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
He only heard the sound of the ball passing through the net, nothing else.
Meng Fan was steady and still as only his hands moved. When the basket ball flew in the trajectory of a line and landed in a line, it was as if the trajectory of the balls formed into a circular pattern, leaving and returning to Meng Fan’s hands in one swift motion.
An artistic sense!
This shocked the spectators. They were all filming him now.
After the first level’s 60 seconds, Meng Fan’s frequency was still not high. It was as if he was testing the feeling of +11 accuracy before increasing his speed.
Although he was slowly accelerating, his score was not that great. 181 points.
On the second level’s 50 seconds, he increased his hand speed and compensated for the 10 seconds with a score of 355.
On the third level, his hand speed shot up. 512 points!
By the 30 seconds of the fourth level, the score from the last 30 seconds all counted for three points instead of two.
…574分,577分,580分…592分,595分,598分,601分!
… 574 points, 577 points, 580 points … 592 points, 595 points, 598 points, 601 points!
At 601 points, he stopped. There was still 6 seconds left.
He didn’t need to win by a lot; one point was enough.
He had to return the favor.

It really is like that!

The spectators all felt that Meng Fan had just been playing around and practicing his hand speed. They were ecstatic to film his actions and show off their Sherlock like observational skills.
‘What did I tell you!? What did I tell you!?’
Actually, the onlookers were excited regardless. A god came and blew up another god.
At the arcade, the important thing was their own enjoyment. But it was also important when they came across a god.
This kind of scene could only be seen in a video. To run into it in real life was a happy moment in life.

This harsh?

Da Fei was surprised and slightly awkward. He then became very excited, laughing as he said,
You’re pretty good. Let’s go again. This time, nobody holds back.

It was obvious Meng Fan hadn’t performed at his full capacity.
Da Fei switched positions with Meng Fan and swiped his card. Curving his body, he warmed up his arms and became serious.
The onlookers became excited once again. The show was about to get much better!
Because of his warm up from the first round, Da Fei’s mentality was much better this time around. Although he wasn’t at his peak, he could still display his gains from this past year. His attitude was also very serious, scoring two more balls in the last few seconds, reaching a total score of 698. He was only 2 points away from beating the 700 mark.

Badass!


I’ve really seen a living god!

The big-eyed onlookers were really excited. This kind of 700 point god could be met but not bothered!
Meng Fan was also rather surprised. He had only heard the pink hat say this Da Fei’s score last year was 600 or so, not knowing he was able to easily achieve 700 points.
The 600 from the first round had been Meng Fan’s first high score. He had to score over 100 to win. To be honest, Meng Fan was not very sure.
However, he was confident. After all, the last round was just to familiarize with his +11 accuracy.
He swiped in and began.
Meng Fan also turned serious in an instant.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh. When the fourth level began, Meng Fan knew that he was going to win. So he split his mind to calculate and ended up with a score of 700. He had originally wanted to beat him by 1 point, but he miscalculated!
Da Fei knew that Meng Fan was hiding something, but he did not expect him to hide it so deep. It took him back to the scene of the city qualifiers last year, when he felt like a champion but returned with his tail between his legs. His face turned bitter immediately.
Are you trying to humiliate me? Let’s go again. This time, you go first.

Meng Fan thought about it. Being from Wenzhou, they would try to educate a person on the skill level of the competitors at the city level. He couldn’t deny him the face, so he nodded and swiped in again.
After familiarizing himself in the last two games, Meng Fan’s shooting frequency had increased by a little. He was able to play at about 70% of his usual hand speed.
Whoosh whoosh. At the end of the first level, he was at 252 points, reaching the minimum immediately.
The second level ended with 483 points, and by the end of the third level, he was at 671.
At the fourth level, Meng Fan slowed down after the 10 seconds for scoring two pointers. He ended with a score of 752.
He could tell Da Fei’s skill was around 710, 720 if he played his best. His score of 750 should be enough to deal with him.
Da Fei’s face turned red. He didn’t go over to swipe his card. He then turned to Meng Fan, deflated.
Good, you’ve succeeded in humiliating me!

If Meng Fan had been a 700 pointer, Da Fei would have fought him to the end. But he could tell Meng Fan was an absolute god aiming for 800 points!
Besides respect, Da Fei only felt more respect.
As for the humiliation, Da Fei had nothing to be upset about. He was actually quite excited. After all, he was an 800 point god!
It was hard to find someone like this to humiliate.
Then, he approached Meng Fan like a fanboy.
How did you practice your hand speed?

Meng Fan was silent for a while.
Good, you’ve successfully returned my humiliation!