Super Doctor - Chapter 75

Xu Ze casually launched a three-pointer—swish—a clean shot straight through the net. The bleachers erupted in cheers, though somewhat disorganized, with scattered shouts of “Xu Ze… Xu Ze…”

Most of the cheers came from his classmates in the Clinical Medicine Department, along with a handful of girls from other faculties.

Though the applause wasn’t deafening, it was enough to darken Zhang Tianyu’s expression. He snorted coldly at Xu Ze before charging into his own half, snatching the ball from a teammate. Dribbling backward a few steps, he suddenly accelerated, driving hard toward the basket. With a swift leap, he soared past the rim and slammed the ball down with a forceful dunk before landing lightly on his feet.

The small dunk ignited screams from the Journalism Department’s supporters and a chorus of female admirers. Amid the noise, Zhang Tianyu shot Xu Ze a smug look, tilting his chin up—clearly a challenge.

But Xu Ze paid no attention to the showboating “monkey.” Instead, he casually dribbled near the basket, warming up as he waited for the game to begin.

Seeing Xu Ze ignore him, Zhang Tianyu muttered under his breath, “Coward.”

The match started quickly. Luo Zi, facing off against Wu Gang—the Journalism team’s captain—felt a surge of competitive fire.

Both were star players on the university team, usually allies on the court. But today, they led opposing squads, each determined to win.

Wu Gang smirked, eyeing the rival center who matched him in skill. “Hope your new forward doesn’t disappoint,” he said quietly.

“He won’t,” Luo Zi replied with confidence.

The referee stepped between them, holding the ball. With a sharp “Toot!” from his whistle, he tossed it upward.

Luo Zi roared, leaping higher than Wu Gang and slapping the ball toward the opposing side.

Xu Ze’s eyes narrowed as he sprang forward, his long arms snatching the ball midair before the opponents could react. In one fluid motion, he spun and charged toward the hoop.

Zhang Tianyu, realizing too late, sprinted back in desperation—but Xu Ze was already unstoppable. Dodging one defender, he took two explosive steps, then launched himself from just inside the free-throw line.

Gasps filled the air as Xu Ze soared, pressing against a defender midair before effortlessly flipping the ball into the net.

5 seconds into the game. Clinical Medicine: 2.

“Yesss! Xu Ze, you’re amazing!” A girl from his department pumped her fist, face flushed with excitement. Soon, hundreds of his classmates chanted, “Xu Ze! Go! Go!”

“Getting this hyped over one basket?” Others exchanged glances, but none could deny how smooth that play had been. No wonder Clinical Medicine had kept him hidden.

Sun Lingfei, sitting in a quiet corner of the stands, watched Xu Ze’s calm smile and chuckled to herself. “Why won’t this guy drop the act? That ‘harmless’ grin of his—who’s he fooling?”

Zhang Tianyu glared at the ball rolling from the net, then snatched a pass from the sidelines and stormed toward Clinical Medicine’s basket.

Li Tianbao rushed to block him, but Zhang Tianyu faked left, juked right, and blew past him. When Jiang Bo stepped up to defend, Zhang Tianyu feinted again, then—just outside the three-point line—suddenly stepped back and launched a high-arcing shot.

Jiang Bo turned helplessly as the ball thudded cleanly through the net.

3-2.

Zhang Tianyu smirked at Xu Ze, then jogged back, basking in the cheers.

Xu Ze rubbed his nose, chuckled, and trotted to the opposing half, waiting.

Jiang Bo passed to Zhang Ziyang, who drove hard but found no opening against Journalism’s tight defense. Spotting Xu Ze cutting in, Zhang Ziyang hesitated—then passed.

Bad move.

Zhang Tianyu intercepted, dashed downcourt, and scored again with a layup.

“Not bad,” Xu Ze admitted silently. “This guy’s got skills.”

Zhang Tianyu, now fired up, marched up to Xu Ze, glaring down at him. “You wanted to compete with me?” he sneered.

Xu Ze frowned at the provocation but only smiled faintly before turning away.

Zhang Tianyu’s face twisted in fury. “Playing cool, huh? Just wait—I’ll crush you.”

Xu Ze ignored him, taking the inbound pass from Jiang Bo. He dribbled forward calmly, eyes scanning the court.

Journalism’s defenders closed in, wary of another explosive drive.

At midcourt, Xu Ze feinted left, then burst past his marker with a spin move. Zhang Tianyu rushed to block him, chest puffed with confidence. “No one gets past me.”

Xu Ze smirked, pulled the ball back, then suddenly stepped back and jumped—mimicking Zhang Tianyu’s earlier fadeaway.

“Trying to copy me?” Zhang Tianyu leaped, fingertips grazing the ball. “Too slo—”

But Xu Ze was already moving.

Like a blue streak, he sliced toward the basket.

“Rebound!” Zhang Tianyu yelled.

Wu Gang planted himself under the rim, grinning. “No way you’re getting this—”

The ball caromed off the backboard—

—and Xu Ze exploded off the free-throw line.

Wu Gang’s jaw dropped as Xu Ze flew, covering three meters in a single bound. At the peak of his jump, high above the rim, he snatched the rebound midair—

—and slammed it down with a thunderous DUNK.

BOOM. The backboard shuddered. The net whipped upward. Xu Ze hung from the rim for a split second before dropping lightly to the floor.

Wu Gang scrambled aside, barely avoiding collision, staring in shock.

The crowd? Dead silence.

Then—chaos.

“A-AIRBORNE DUNK?!”

The entire stadium erupted.