When the last ball was in the hands of the big center, Fan Weizhe executed a clever feint, deceiving him and launching a single-handed three-pointer from beyond the three-point line. The ball arced gracefully through the air, soaring toward the basket—everyone's eyes were fixed on it. The ball settled perfectly into the net, a truly beautiful fadeaway shot. Left Tianpei and Zhao Yuanhang were in awe, exclaiming in admiration. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. "Great! Amazing! I've never seen such a beautiful fadeaway before—our slam-dunk king has won!" a female spectator shouted excitedly. "Wow! Our slam-dunk king is absolutely stunning today—outstanding!" another girl added, equally thrilled. The big center, defeated and disheartened, turned to Fan Weizhe and his teammates and said, "Today's competition—I've never lost so convincingly. This is your territory. I'll never come back!" And with that, he slowly and humbly walked off. Zuo Tianpei and Zhao Yuanhang approached Fan Weizhe, both looking in amazement. Zhao Yuanhang smiled and said, "I never thought that, given your usually refined demeanor, you'd be so accurate when playing basketball!" "You're a master of timing—surprising and effective!" Zuo Tianpei observed. "It's all about balance between strength and grace, flexibility and adaptability—this is what I've learned from playing street basketball," Fan Weizhe said with pride, then handed over the basketball and added, "You go ahead and practice. I'm off to read!" When Zuo Tianpei and Zhao Yuanhang began practicing with the ball, Fan Weizhe had already opened his book, *Computer Applications and Techniques*, and was reading it attentively. Fan Weizhe became interested in this book because it helps him play the "Street Basketball" computer game more deeply, allowing him to improve his basketball skills through gaming—much like Zhao Yuanhang uses racing games to enhance his racing abilities. The difference is that, in addition to being an excellent basketball player, Fan Weizhe is also a computer expert with a solid understanding of hacking technology. "Wow! Is this really the book?" a sweet voice entered Fan Weizhe's ears. He looked up and there stood Chen Yanling, the slightly fuller girl he had played tennis with that day. "You also enjoy this book?" Fan Weizhe asked, "It's a computer-specialized title." Chen Yanling nodded and looked at him with a pleading expression. "Could I borrow it to take a look?" "If you truly like it, go ahead—just return it by tomorrow!" Fan Weizhe said. "Thank you!" Chen Yanling replied, "I'll return it to you right here when I get off school tomorrow." "说完， he happily dashed off. Zhao Yuanhang and Zuo Tianpei had just finished practicing and came over, pointing at Chen Yanling's silhouette in the distance and saying, "Doesn't that girl who borrowed books have a special interest in you?" "Go on, go on, don't make such a big deal about it—just a regular book borrowing between classmates. By the way, how's your relationship going with that girl who gave you the playful kiss?" Fan Weizhe asked. "Me? Now I've got a new target!" Zhao Yuanhang grinned mischievously. "And you? Our music prince!" Fan Weizhe turned to Zuo Tianpei. "Me? I'm still a lonely one—no one has truly understood my music yet!" Zuo Tianpei said with a hearty laugh. Finally, the day arrived when Zhao Yuanhang and Gao Liang competed against each other in the car racing event at the campus's spacious circular sports field, where a large crowd gathered, including Fan Weizhe, Zuo Tianpei, Zhao Meixuan, Xu Xinyan, Xia Le Tao, Guo Xiqun, and others. The sports field had been temporarily converted into a closed venue for the Highlighted that although he loved taekwondo deeply, his passion for racing remained undiminished. Seeing exactly four race cars on the track, he became enthusiastic and said to Zhao Yuanhang, Fan Weizhe, and Zuo Tianpei, "Let's all four of us race today—around the circular track ten laps. Whoever reaches the finish line first wins!" With a confident smile, he added, "I'm going to win today!" "Don't get too excited yet! What if you lose?" Zhao Yuanhang responded with a look of disdain. "Is that possible?" High-light replied with full confidence. "If I lose, then we'll follow the usual rule—just go out and say those four words to the first female you meet!" Zhao Yuanhang, Fan Weizhe, and Zuo Tianpei all said in unison. "I'm going to win! Don't you regret it!" High-light always carried that same confident demeanor. The race began. The race began. Gu Xiqun held a high-powered loudspeaker, standing on the elevated platform at the sports field, full of energy, delivering his commentary to everyone: "Good morning, everyone! Students and guests!" Now, it's time for Gu Xiqun, our well-known campus voice, to introduce an exciting race showdown. The challenger is Zhao Yuanhang, our celebrated "Racing Prince," a talented and outstanding racer, unmatched by anyone. Additionally, our racing stars Fan Weizhe and Zuo Tianpei have personally stepped onto the track to support, forming a powerful trio—this is the very "Three Champions" legend we've heard about. Let's give them a round of applause! As Gu begins his explanation, the crowd erupts into applause, many girls cheering, "Yuanhang will win! Yuanhang forever! The Three Champions are unbeatable!" On the sidelines, Zhao Meixuan and Xu Xinyan are watching their idols with great excitement. Xu Xinyan exclaims, "Today Zhao Yuanhang is so cool—he's going to win!" Zhao Meixuan picks up the thread, saying, "Of course you're praising your idol. But I think not—have you noticed how cool the new student is? He seems even cooler than our school's F3 racers!" "Hmph!" How could I not believe that? Zhao Yuanhang's racing skills have already surpassed those of professional racers—I'm really confident in him!" Xu Xinyan, looking at Zhao Yuanhang in the distance who seemed to be waving at her, instantly felt energized. Just as Zhao Meixuan was about to speak, Guo Xiqun, holding the microphone, began his commentary: "Next, let me introduce our challenger—he's...he's...a quiet, little-known figure, never leaving his home, never speaking much..." As he said these words, the microphone was suddenly snatched away. Gao Liang looked over and saw it was his butler, Chen Jiangliu, now addressing the microphone: "If I tell you the name of our family's young lord, you'll be absolutely surprised!" "You—you—" Guo Xiqun was momentarily at a loss, his expression puzzled, prompting a burst of laughter from the audience. "Gao Liang! I really believe in you! Gao Liang, go ahead and give it your all!" Chen Jiangliu, standing by, held the microphone and shouted enthusiastically. With someone cheering for him, Gao Liang's confidence grew significantly. The referee officially signaled the start of the race. A female student stood at the starting line, holding a colorful flag in each hand. As the referee blew the whistle, she raised both flags simultaneously, drawing a beautiful semicircular arc in the air—stunningly graceful. At that moment, students from both genders spontaneously formed a cheering section. However, they all rallied behind the trio of racing champions led by Zhao Yuanhang, who was regarded as the "Prince of Racing," unbeatable and a true idol in their hearts. With so many supporters cheering for the trio, the three felt elated and confident, looking down on Gao Liang with a sense of superiority, as if to say, "Today, you're finished!" Gao Liang's F3 race cars, in white, red, green, and blue, were arranged in a straight line. Gao Liang, positioned at the outermost edge of the track, drove the white car, while Zhao Yuanhang, at the innermost edge, piloted the blue one. Fan Weizhe and Zuo Tianpei occupied the middle positions, driving the green and red cars, respectively. They all surged out of the starting line almost simultaneously at the sound of the referee's whistle. Then Guo Xiqun, holding the megaphone, delivered a vivid commentary: "Ladies and gentlemen, viewers, the thrilling moment has arrived! Our Yuanhang team, up to the expectations of all, has pulled away from three other students right from the start, steadily gaining ground and widening the lead—while our rookie racers are stunned, always staying in last place! Wow! The rookie's car is shaking—clearly, this young driver has no experience in racing at all!" Just as he finished this sentence, his head was suddenly knocked by Chen Jiangliu. Looking up, Chen asked in surprise, "Why did you hit my head?" "If you mention the rookie again, I'll hit you!" Chen stared at him with strong protest. "Then I'll have to keep my distance from you!" Guo Xiqun stepped back, visibly nervous. Watching Zhao Yuanhang maintain a strong lead—nearly a full lap ahead of Gao Huang—Guo Xiqun became excited, waving his arms and shouting, "Yuanhang! Keep going! Yuanhang! Long live Yuanhang!" Although the highlight came last, Chen Jiangliu still clapped his hands.