But damn it, I really don’t know how to play basketball...

With a helpless and wry expression on his face, Yvonne Harris braced himself, dribbled the ball, and charged forward.

The outcome was as expected.

Brian Cooper reached out skillfully, snatched the ball right into his arms, then smoothly dribbled past the three-point line, turned around, and made a beautiful jump shot from beyond the arc.

Swish—!

The ball went in!

So effortlessly that it made people wonder if this guy was cheating.

“Three-pointer! Brian Cooper scores two!”

The tall guy from the neighboring dorm acted as the referee, shouting excitedly toward the court.

Even though crushing a weak opponent isn’t much to watch, it sure feels good!

Hearing the jeers from behind, Brian Cooper glanced at Yvonne Harris and gently rolled his neck.

“That’s one.”

Then, with a blank expression, he crooked his finger.

“Keep going.”

That cool gesture once again set off a wave of screams from the group of girls watching from the sidelines.

Dribbling the ball with a face full of resignation, hovering near the center line, Yvonne Harris felt like he’d become the target for the main character to show off against.

GTND!

It’s bad enough he’s good-looking, but he can also sing, dance, rap, and play basketball!

Life is just too damn fair!

Yvonne Harris said with a wry smile, “Aren’t you going to cut your roommate some slack?”

“Trying to win sympathy?” Brian Cooper sneered coldly, “Because you’re weak?”

Weak?

Just call me a noob and get it over with.

Yvonne Harris sighed and hugged the basketball with both hands.

A head-on attack was definitely out of the question—their skill levels weren’t even in the same league.

His only chance was to outsmart him.

He glanced at the valve stem and let out a long sigh.

“No, I don’t think I’m weak. It’s just that everyone has things they’re good at and things they’re not. All we can do in our limited lives is focus on honing what we’re good at to the extreme, instead of chasing the impossible in areas we’re not suited for—”

“Tch, smooth talker. Is running your mouth all you can do?”

With a cold smile, for some reason, after sizing up Yvonne Harris, Brian Cooper suddenly gave up on defense.

He stepped back inside the three-point line and, expressionless, made a gesture inviting him to go ahead.

“If you can make it, I’ll agree to your request.”

Outside the basketball court, it instantly went quiet.

Even the group of girls stopped their cheering because of the sudden tension.

Agree?

Agree to what?

A few of the guys who’d been playing earlier gathered together.

But their focus wasn’t on what Brian Cooper had said, but rather, they stared in shock at Yvonne Harris, who had stopped dribbling at the center line, their jaws practically hitting the floor.

“Whoa, he stopped at the center line?!”

“Is he going for a super long three-pointer?”

“At this distance, even the school team barely has anyone who can make it.”

“That’s not necessarily true. You can’t generalize about people. I saw one of the black guys on the school team make one just the other day during practice.”

“Even if he made it, it was pure luck! Have you seen him try that in a real game? If he missed, his teammates would kill him! And in pro games, unless it’s the last few seconds and there’s no time to attack, who the hell shoots from that far?”

The guys who could play basketball got into a debate about whether people can be generalized, while a few Old Miss who didn’t know basketball also, for once, turned their attention to the “random guy” standing near the center line.

“Why did he stop dribbling?”

“I think the rule is, once you hold the ball with both hands, you can’t dribble again.”

“Is he going to shoot from the center line?”

“That far? Can he even reach the hoop...”

“Why shoot from so far? Is he just trying to show off?”

“Who cares, he won’t make it anyway!”

“Exactly! My Brian is the best!”

“Get lost, when did he become yours? Do you even have his WeChat? Shameless!”

All eyes fell on his back.

Most of them just looked like they were there for the show.

Holding the ball with both hands, sweat poured down Yvonne Harris’s forehead.

Embarrassingly, it was only after his trash talk that he remembered: once you hold the ball with both hands on offense, you can’t dribble again.

If you do, isn’t that a double dribble?

That’s probably the rule.

Seeing the mocking look in Brian Cooper’s eyes, he felt even more helpless.

I really don’t know how to play basketball!

Do I really have to make a fool of myself?

Apparently, more and more people had noticed what was happening, and after figuring out what was going on, they joined the crowd to watch.

Obviously, hardly anyone thought he’d make it.

Everyone was just waiting to see him fail.

But...

At that moment, Yvonne Harris suddenly felt a spark in his heart.

He suddenly remembered the “Proof of Causality” the system had given him last night.

If that thing could really reverse causality...

Even if there were side effects, if it was just to make one shot, the price shouldn’t be too high!

Thinking this, Yvonne Harris temporarily set aside his worries, took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually grew serious.

“Brian.”