Jiang Siming drove his car into the campus, and the stunning Lamborghini immediately caught the attention of numerous students. With such an eye-catching design, it was impossible for the car not to stand out. Explore more at


    Parking near the basketball court, the scissor doors of the Lamborghini lifted, and Jiang Siming stepped out holding a basketball. The surrounding girls let out excited screams.


    Xiao Xian perfectly captured the expressions of these girls on camera, causing the female audience watching the livestream to burst intoughter. They felt a sense of pride, as if they could rte.


    "Seeing their infatuated faces feels like looking at myself," someonemented.


    "Don’t you dare look at my husband! What are you thinking, you little flirts!" another joked.


    "I’m in Shanghai; I’m going to the music academy to see my husband!" one eximed.


    "Form a team! I’m in Kunshan. Can I make it there tonight if I take leave?"


    Xiao Xian highlighted these messages, and Jiang Siming, realizing the potential chaos if fans really organized a "raid," quickly said, "I’m just here to y basketball for a bit. If you’re not nearby, there’s no need toe because I’ll be leaving soon."


    His statement convinced many female fans to abandon their ns to visit him.After parking the car, Jiang Siming headed toward the basketball court, followed by a group of female students. Some bold girls even approached him to ask for his phone number.


    Jiang Siming turned them all down one by one, saying he was there to y basketball, not flirt. Besides, he had already won over the two most beautiful girls at the music academy, so he wasn’t interested in others.


    His decisive rejections caused the male viewers watching the livestream to feel heartache.


    "Why is the difference between men so vast?"


    "Those outdoor streamers who try to pick up girls every night and fail—don’t you feel ashamed?"


    "If Ming God did outdoor flirting streams, they’d be explosive!"


    "Fine, you don’t want these girls’ WeChats, but at least give them to us!"


    "The rich don’t understand the hunger of the poor. This is so unfair!"


    Jiang Siming couldn’t rte to their "drought" of female attention. Even before taking the gic enhancement, he was popr with girls, thanks to his family genes. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have earned the title of "Campus Heartthrob Jiang."


    After turning down all the junior students who approached him, Jiang Siming knew that Wang Xinyi was in the study room attending ss.


    Wang Xinyi, now a third-year student, was encouraged by her family to prepare for graduate school, and Jiang Siming supported the idea. Every weekday, she stayed on campus and slept in the dormitory. Not wanting to disturb her studies, Jiang Siming didn’t inform her of his visit.


    Arriving at the basketball court, Jiang Siming noticed that all the hoops were upied, so he decided to join an ongoing game.


    "Hey, guys, do you need another yer? How about teaming up?" Jiang Siming asked two guys standing near a hoop where only a few people were ying.


    "Sure, our roommate had a stomachache and went to the restroom. You can take his ce. But we’re not that good at basketball—how about you?" asked one of them, a guy with a buzz cut.


    "I’m decent. No one here should be able to beat me," Jiang Siming replied with a faint smile.


    "Bro, you may be handsome, but you can’t brag like that! Still, you’re tall, so we’ll count on you for rebounds," said the other guy with bangs. Jiang Siming nodded in agreement.


    The three of them waited for their turn as the other teams yed. School basketball games were usually three-on-three streetball-style matches.


    While waiting, the buzz-cut guy kept ncing at Jiang Siming and finally said, "Dude, you really look like Ming God. Have you noticed that?"


    Jiang Siming smiled knowingly and replied, "A lot of people say that. Ming God—he’s the gaming streamer, right?"


    "Yeah, he’s amazing at PUBG! For a second, I thought you were him," the buzz-cut guy said,ughing.


    "Stop dreaming, dude. How could he be Ming God? Ming God is way more handsome," the guy with bangs interjected, clearly feelingpetitive about his own looks. ???o??è?


    "Haha, I wish I were him! But he’s a gaming streamer—why would he have time toe y basketball?" Jiang Siming said innocently.


    With his superb acting, Jiang Siming sessfully convinced the buzz-cut guy. Thinking it over, he realized that Ming God, being a gaming legend, wouldn’t have time to y basketball.


    Jiang Siming dodged the situation, but the audience jokingly called him sly.


    "Such great acting, it’s a shame he’s not in movies."


    "Mingshen, is it really okay to deceive your fans like this?"


    "Haha, what that guy with the bangs said almost killed me withughter."


    "They can only me themselves for not watching the livestream, or they would have recognized him."


    The viewers’ments were secretly ryed to Jiang Siming by Xiao Xian. Jiang Siming chuckled and yfully winked in the direction of the camera.


    Next, a team was defeated, and it was finally Jiang Siming’s turn with the buzz-cut guy and their group.


    As Jiang Siming stepped onto the court, he felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity, as if he were the king of this territory.


    This feeling, which he had experienced a few days earlier in the swimming pool, filled him with confidence.


    It was a sense of assuredness that made him feel he could effortlessly im any honor in this domain.@@novelbin@@


    "Serve the ball! Peng Tao, where’s your third guy? Why is there a new face?"


    The winning team threw the ball to the buzz-cut guy while curiously eyeing Jiang Siming.


    "This guy looks familiar. Is he some kind of celebrity?"


    These three also began to have their doubts about Jiang Siming.


    It couldn’t be helped; university students are well-versed in new trends like livestreaming. Young people have a knack for quickly adopting and understanding new things.


    Not wanting to turn a simple basketball game into an identity-revealing spectacle, Jiang Siming quickly said, "Don’t get any ideas just because I’m handsome. I’m not some celebrity. Let’s just y."


    "Alright then, maybe you just look like someone. Let’s start!"


    The leader shrugged it off, and the two teams began their casual three-on-three game.


    At 1.87 meters tall, Jiang Siming stood out on the court. Among the six yers, the tallest was thenky guy who had just spoken, barely over 1.80 meters.


    Jiang Siming was a full head taller than him, making everyone else look even shorter inparison.


    Peng Tao, the buzz-cut guy, decided to test Jiang Siming’s skills and passed the ball to him.


    Jiang Siming caught it effortlessly with one hand, gripping the ball tightly and letting it dangle upside down in mid-air.


    Everyone was a little surprised. This guy seemed to have some skill.


    Thenky guy on the opposing team thought Jiang Siming was just showing off. He stepped forward boldly, intending to p the ball out of Jiang Siming’s hand.


    Jiang Siming, however, moved like a nimble monkey, transferring the ball behind his back to his other hand.


    Thenky guy swiped at nothing, while Jiang Siming remained motionless.


    He then performed a textbook NBA-style jump shot, lightly flicking his wrist to release the ball.


    Thenky guy tried to leap up and block the shot, but the ball’s trajectory was far beyond his reach.


    He could only hope the shot was a miss. However, as he turned to look, the Jordan-brand basketball swished cleanly through the hoop, smooth and wless!