HLM – Chapter 964 Full-Spectrum Showing Off

With so many teams and so few courts—ten courts and twenty hoops in total—there was enough for the town’s usual sports needs, but today it was clearly insufficient.

Warm-ups only needed to be passable, though. Wang Bo and his group squeezed together with Dayan’s family, sharing a single hoop.

Dayan’s kids were all tall and well-built. He was almost a semi-professional player and had been coaching them in basketball for years, so each of them was quite skilled.

After playing there for a while, Wang Bo decisively moved to another court. Staying there would have ruined his mood—they were clearly no match for Dayan’s family.

After an hour of warm-up, the friendly match began.

Bowen had invited basketball coaches and PE teachers from Aukland’s middle schools to serve as referees—two per game. Once they were on the court, the players followed.

Oakley and O’Neal were among the first to enter the friendly match. O’Neal, with his natural comedic flair, wiggled and danced as he came on, drawing flashes from the spectators’ cameras.

Wang Bo was also in the first batch to play. He was very popular in the town, and as he stepped onto the court, many people clapped and cheered.

The court was oriented north-south. Beneath the southern hoop, there was a relatively empty spot where Eva stayed with Little Wang, Zhuang Ding, and the Queen.

Little Wang’s imposing presence intimidated most of the townsfolk, except for a few.

O’Neal was a bit scared too. Upon seeing Little Wang, his eyes widened: “Oh sh*t…a tiger? Wait, no, a lion?”

“He’s a liger. Don’t worry. His name’s Little Wang, and he’s a very well-behaved kid,” Oakley reassured him.

O’Neal was astonished: “You raised it? Learning from Mike Tyson? That guy only raised tigers, and you actually have a liger?”

Oakley explained: “No, it’s the mayor’s pet. This is our mayor, Wang Bo.”

“Hello,” O’Neal said, shaking Wang Bo’s hand. Wang Bo usually considered himself quite strong, but standing next to O’Neal, he felt like a dwarf!

O’Neal was 2.16 meters tall and nearly 200 kilograms—far bulkier than Little Wang.

Wang Bo expressed his admiration, saying he had been a big fan during college. O’Neal responded in simple Chinese, talking about his love for Chinese martial arts and his friendship with Yao Ming. The conversation was cheerful and friendly.

Oakley mentioned that he first met O’Neal when he went to the U.S. to box. His agent was a friend of O’Neal. By coincidence, O’Neal had brought his family to New Zealand for vacation and Wang Bo invited him to Sunset Town to join this match.

With warm-ups over, the two sides introduced themselves and the match began.

Even for a friendly match, there was a jump ball. O’Neal stood with Dayan. The Dayan who had previously overwhelmed Wang Bo now seemed much more normal.

O’Neal barely jumped, and Dayan grabbed possession. Bowen played point guard, skillfully dribbling past half-court before signaling for a one-on-one.

His dribbling was stylish, and his shot looked fancy, but it lacked accuracy—the ball bounced off the rim.

Seeing this, Wang Bo subtly raised an eyebrow at Little Wang.

Little Wang understood and immediately let out a roar: “Awooo!”

They were under the hoop. Little Wang’s roar scared the players ready to grab the rebound, forcing them to step back.

Wang Bo seized the moment, rushed in, jumped, and snatched the rebound. Swinging both arms, he slammed it into the hoop: “Bang!”

The crowd erupted like a storm: “Mayor, amazing!” “An NBA-level play!” “The vertical leap is insane!”

After the dunk, Wang Bo chastised Little Wang: “Quiet, you’re the audience now!”

Little Wang blinked and obediently sat down.

This was the effect of a second-level Soul Heart—Little Wang’s intelligence had improved. Previously, it couldn’t have executed such a maneuver; Zhuang Ding would have had to do it. It couldn’t understand most of Wang Bo’s instructions before.

Yes, the roar had been trained by Wang Bo beforehand. Wang Bo decided to use it to show off.

If the opponents attacked with O’Neal, it would have been an overwhelming advantage. But O’Neal didn’t do that—he dribbled outside the three-point line and passed to Oakley under the hoop. Oakley spun and jumped to make the shot.

After scoring, Oakley pumped his fist, and everyone around instinctively stepped back.

“You can’t throw a punch, or it’ll be a technical foul,” a referee reminded him.

On the next possession, Wang Bo got the ball and deliberately dribbled from the baseline. The opposing player saw his awkward stance and assumed he was a rookie, moving to steal the ball.

At that moment, Wang Bo subtly raised his eyebrow at Little Wang. Little Wang leapt up, and the defender had no choice but to turn and run!

Wang Bo clumsily dribbled to the hoop and jumped to shoot.

“Bang!” His form was still poor, and he missed even at such close range.

Someone moved to grab the rebound, and Little Wang ran over.

The area under the hoop emptied. Wang Bo grabbed the ball alone, stomped hard, and jumped again for another dunk.

“Double-arm windmill!”

“Awesome, Mayor! Do another!”

“Was the Mayor a professional player before?”

Wang Bo landed, waved to the crowd, and called Li Xing: “Buddy, you’re up, I’m out. Damn it, my kid seems excited today—I need to calm him down myself!”

Li Xing: “Uh…can you speak Chinese?”

Wang Bo deliberately spoke in loud English.

Hearing this, a few on the court—including O’Neal—breathed a sigh of relief. Little Wang had scared them several times, and even O’Neal hadn’t dared cross half-court.

“You’re still the Big Shark,” Oakley complained.

O’Neal was even more displeased: “The Big Shark rules the sea. On land, facing a liger, even a Mosasaurus wouldn’t help! Anyway, I’m not risking my life on vacation here!”

After stepping off, Wang Bo patted Little Wang on the head, displeased: “What’s wrong? Why won’t you calm down? I’m not taking you to this kind of event again.”

Little Wang blinked innocently, completely bewildered.

Some spectators were disappointed:

“Damn, Mayor, keep playing!”

“That dunk was incredible! Who knew the Mayor had such skills!”

“He must be great at rugby too—so fast, so strong!”

Wang Bo waved modestly: “Keep it low-key, guys. Watch the game—let’s see your performance now.”