HLM – Chapter 1063 Leaving No Regrets

Wang Bo’s leap and slam were nothing short of superhuman—even NBA stars would struggle to match that speed. Wang Pengjie barely had time to tiptoe forward, and already, it felt as if a storm cloud had descended right in front of him.

“Bang!” The ball thundered into the hoop as Wang Bo slammed it down with both hands, legs spread wide, perfectly straddling Wang Pengjie’s shoulders.

For Wang Pengjie, it was the first time in his life someone had dunked over him like this. Dunkers were already rare; dunking over him? Even rarer. Being straddled and dunked? He’d never even imagined it.

The students watching erupted in disbelief, eyes and mouths wide open.

After all, Wang Pengjie was a star of the school basketball team, a regular on the court, known for his formidable skill. Nobody expected someone of average height and unremarkable appearance to straddle him and dunk like that.

His classmates rubbed their eyes, as if seeing ghosts.

Wang Bo casually pushed the stunned Wang Pengjie aside and grinned mischievously. “A little slow, huh? You need more practice. Come on—two balls now.”

On the court, nothing was more humiliating than a straddle dunk. In NBA or CBA games, this would have easily made the Top Ten Plays of the season.

Finally snapping out of his shock, Wang Pengjie, forgetting the girls watching nearby, flew into a rage and shoved Wang Bo. “Damn you! I’ll—”

But Wang Bo grabbed his wrist and twisted it into a joint lock. Wang Pengjie screamed mid-word. “I’ll—ahhh! It hurts, it hurts!”

Nearby students immediately surrounded them. Li Xing tore off his T-shirt, pointing angrily at a group of sporty students. “Who dares to come try me?”

A mountain of muscles, Li Xing had been a mercenary. He’d suffered injuries in battle and training alike. Scars covered his body, and across his chest was a tattoo of a fierce, glaring tiger—radiating pure lethal energy.

Wang Pengjie and his friends may have been domineering, but compared to a true fighter, someone who had hurt people and faced real danger, they faltered instantly.

Wang Bo pushed Wang Pengjie aside again, grinning. “So, boys, what’s the matter? Can’t handle losing? Come on, keep playing.”

Su Dongdong lifted his phone. “According to the University Campus Management Regulations, Chapter 2, Section 1, Article 2: anyone who fights on campus may have their graduation certificate withheld, be placed under observation, or, in severe cases, be expelled.”

Someone whispered: “That’s Teacher Su from the Computer Science Department. He’s taught us before.”

With a teacher’s warning and a formidable opponent standing over them, the aggressive students froze, caught between fear and embarrassment.

Wang Bo tossed the ball to Na Qingyang. “Come on, keep going. Afraid now?”

Wang Pengjie wasn’t the type to throw pride around. He sulked to the side, pretending not to hear. Wang Bo frowned—he had expected a fight, a struggle for a few more balls before surrender. Not this easy.

Nearby students started jeering:

“Wang Pengjie, you’re supposed to be awesome! Scared after one dunk?”

“Yeah, keep playing! It’s only 1–0.”

“No, it’s 2–0; there was a three-pointer earlier.”

Not wanting to lose face, Wang Pengjie gritted his teeth and tried again. On the next play, Na Qingyang passed the ball under the basket to Wang Bo.

Wang Bo sidestepped and rammed his shoulder into Wang Pengjie, sending him crashing to the ground.

“Offensive foul! Running into someone with the ball!” someone shouted.

Nearby students booed and laughed. “Embarrassed much? That’s clearly a fake fall!”

Wang Pengjie was furious. He hadn’t faked the fall—he simply didn’t have the strength to withstand that jump. The man standing before him had terrifying explosive power!

Realizing staying any longer would only bring more humiliation, Wang Pengjie gathered his things, picked up the ball, and slunk away.

The crowd erupted:

“Hey, why’s Brother Jie leaving already? We’ve only played two balls!”

“Keep going! I just told my friends there’s an epic game here!”

“Brother Jun, where’s your usual swagger? This isn’t you!”

As Su Dongdong had said, Wang Pengjie and his friends were usually arrogant, making many enemies. Now, with someone standing up for them, the crowd gleefully became gloating spectators.

Wang Pengjie muttered curses under his breath. Let him act high and mighty for now. Just wait until I recover—I’ll see how I deal with all of you.

Eva clicked her tongue in regret. “Is it over just like that?”

“Did you want to see a basketball game?” Wang Bo wrapped his arm around her waist and walked off confidently.

The students behind them murmured enviously, whispering about “life winners” and “loser’s revenge.”

Su Dongdong sighed. “You really let them off that easily? What a shame.”

Li Xing laughed. “Brother Dong, are you a teacher or a villain? So ruthless, wanting to wipe them out completely.”

After the commotion, they headed quickly to the dormitory. Seven or eight years had passed, but the dorm hadn’t changed much—the layout, beds, even the dorm supervisor.

Wang Bo and the others remembered him, though he certainly didn’t remember them.

At noon, the school principal personally called. Wang Bo answered, and the principal said he had invited several of their former teachers to lunch in the staff dining room, which had private rooms.

Na Qingyang sighed. “Finally, the day has come. Back in school, I always envied those who ate here. Now it’s our turn.”

Li Xing scoffed. “Stop pretending. We know you spent plenty of time here back then.”

Na Qingyang grinned. In college, he had been class president and a student council leader, frequently following teachers for meals.

Though the principal and party secretary had changed, their dean and old counselor were the same. Na Qingyang kept in touch.

The lunch naturally revolved around Wang Bo. The counselors expressed admiration, admitting they had underestimated him. Among the students they’d taught, they had never expected such a hidden gem.

Wang Bo smiled quietly. Without the Lord’s Heart, he’d be nothing more than a lump of ordinary iron—not even worthy of being called gold or jade.