Rebirth Of Chen An

Chapter 188: To Africa, as Farmers

Translator: Flying Lines

“Hey, hey, hey. Didn’t you guys say you have turned back from the evil way? Does it really have to be like this?” Ivanov eyed the numbers on the score board with some annoyance. Among the 187 points they scored, none of it belonged to him. He was thus not happy about it, even though he had helped.

Sensing the hairy bear’s displeasure, Chen An walked over, opened his arms and gave Ivanov a big hug: “you’ve done well.”

There was sweat on Chen An’s forehead and on his body too, which Ivanov found arousing instead of repelling. He found the sudden hug a bit overwhelming.

“You sly old fox!” Ivanov tutted, as he felt the annoyance evaporate from his chest and replaced by a sense of contentment.

Ivanov held the apparently weary man in his arms. Because they had no substitutes, all five of them had to hold out until the end of the game. While they launched their attacks, they also needed to make sure their rival team did not score a single point.

Compared with Chen Yang and the others who were younger and had more energy reserve, Chen An did not have such lasting strength. Besides, as captain of the team, he needed to coordinate the whole team and make adjustments to their strategy. The use of physical and mental power at the same time left him exhausted; right now, he had no desire to get up from Ivanov’s arms.

If it wasn’t for the fact that they had an audience, Chen An would let himself be carried home.

The others also quickly came over. After a moment, Chen An regained some of his strength. He got up and gave each of them a big hug.

It was a common gesture on the basketball court. Nevertheless, those involved in it had a strong feeling, which left them flushed and their heartbeats elevated.

How could it feel so good?

In sharp contrast to the sweet and festive mood on Chen An’s side, their rivals from the basketball class seemed to have been cast under a dark cloud, their heads hanging in shame and frustration.

While playing the game just now, these guys tried to use their dirty tricks when they saw they had no chance of winning if they played fair. But how could they have their way in front of Chen An?

When they tried to charge, they either ended up on the ground because their rival suddenly dodged, or crashed into their teammates. As it happened, there were catcalls and whistles from the audience. They only ended up making fools of themselves.

“Don’t be too pleased with yourselves! I’m going to make you pay, you can count on that!” Zhao Ziliang sat on the floor and cursed, loud enough for everyone to hear. His eyes were bloodshot.

Chen An wasn’t one to be easily scared. For all those years he was a firearms crime lord, he’d seen many such fools, with empty threats like an ant trying to scare an elephant.

“For the sake of having played basketball together, let me tell you something as a teacher,” Chen An walked slowly towards Zhao Ziliang, and stopped when he was about five or six foot away, “the victories in this world are won with might, with strength, not with words.”

“Damn you─” a fierce look came into Zhao Ziliang’s eyes. He sprang up and charged towards Chen An.

There were surprised yelps from the audience, who felt certain Chen An was going to get hit. But what happened afterwards was totally unexpected.

As Zhao Ziliang rushed before Chen An like a mad bull, Chen An calmly lifted his foot and gave Zhao Ziliang a forceful kick to his face.

Zhao Ziliang fell to the floor with a thump, covering his hand to his nose as blood oozed from it. The audience burst into loud cheers: that was a really cool kick!