Looking at Yvonne Harris's changing expression, Brian Cooper lifted his chin slightly, indicating that he heard him.

"You said it yourself—if I make this shot, you'll agree to my request!"

Watching Yvonne Harris already preparing to shoot, Brian Cooper curled his lip in disdain and simply turned around, giving him his back as he spoke nonchalantly.

"I've always hated going back on my word—"

Swish—!

That was a beautiful arc.

The ball landed almost on the very last word out of his mouth.

The sound of the ball passing through the net made Brian Cooper reflexively look up, his eyes widening in utter disbelief.

At the same time, the entire basketball court fell silent.

It was deathly quiet!

Only the basketball, bouncing away to the side...

"Remember what you said."

Looking at Brian Cooper's back, Yvonne Harris lowered his hands from midair, his face calm and detached, like a master above the fray.

As if to say—

You forced me to do this.

With that, having achieved his goal, Yvonne Harris turned and left the court, leaving behind a dumbfounded Brian Cooper, the crowd's incredulous exclamations, and all those who had been sitting on the ground watching the show now standing up.

"Holy crap!"

"The ball—he made it!!!"

Chapter 005: So, what’s the price?

He was walking for the first few seconds, but by the end of half a minute, he was running.

In any case, he slipped out of the court. Leaning on the railing, Yvonne Harris gasped for breath, raising his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The feeling of using the Proof of Causality was strange, as if the outcome had already been locked in.

Every action, from jumping to shooting, was just to complete the closed loop of this cause and effect.

The ball was already in before it even left his hand.

And the moment he activated the Proof of Causality, he was no longer in control of himself, not until the ball passed through the net.

Even though he had barely touched a basketball in his life.

"At least this is finally settled. Hope he keeps his promise..."

Letting out a long breath, Yvonne Harris glanced around, his expression suddenly a bit tense.

According to the system's description, using the Proof of Causality would require paying a corresponding price.

The reason he didn’t linger on the court was precisely because of this.

He was afraid that after showing off, he’d immediately get his comeuppance and embarrass himself even more—that would be more than just a little uncomfortable.

As for why he didn’t go straight back to the dorm...

That was because there was still a road between the dorm and the court.

Being cautious, he wanted to buy his meal first before heading back...

"You—you, you, you! Stop right there!"

At that moment, a shout came from behind.

Yvonne Harris's shoulders tensed, but he actually felt relieved inside, thinking, here it comes. He turned around calmly, only to see a girl in sportswear with a ponytail, biting her lip and looking at him with teary eyes.

Meeting that murderous glare, Yvonne Harris's previously composed expression froze instantly, and he spoke guiltily.

"Classmate... are you sure you’ve got the right person—"

"You! You owe me!"

The girl gritted her teeth and held out her hand.

Seeing what she was holding, Yvonne Harris's face turned green.

What the hell?

A phone!?

The screen was already shattered like a spiderweb.

No need to think about it—it must have been hit by the ball...

...

At the same time, on the basketball court.

Staring up at the hoop, Brian Cooper looked utterly dejected.

Although a few friends who had played with him came over to comfort him, he still felt like a stone was weighing on his heart.

Half the onlookers had already dispersed.

Withdrawing his gaze from the hoop, Brian Cooper's Adam's apple bobbed. After a long while, he spoke.

"That shot... did you see it?"

The guy next to him was stunned for a moment, then handed him the basketball.

"Already got it back."

"No," Brian Cooper shook his head, took the ball and glanced at it, sighing softly, "I mean that jump shot."

"Oh, you mean that jump shot! Honestly, it was amazing—nothing to say. The way he dribbled before looked like a totally different person," realizing his words might be off, he quickly added, "Ah, I mean, not like the same person."

Brian Cooper nodded with mixed feelings.

"I know."

There was only one explanation.

That guy was going easy on him at first.

Thinking back, it really did seem like he was the one who kept pushing, even though Yvonne Harris had clearly said he couldn’t play basketball, yet he still forced him to play, wanting to see him embarrass himself on the court.

But even so, out of consideration for their dorm friendship, he still let him score two points.

It wasn’t until he made "withdrawing from the class monitor election" the bet that Yvonne Harris showed his full strength—that beautiful jump shot just now.

"Never thought there’d really be someone in this world who always puts others first."

Looking at the basketball in his hands, he weighed it lightly, then handed it back to his friend.

"Not playing anymore?"

"Not today. Not in the mood. Going back to practice guitar."

Maybe...

This is fate.