Chen Ye is the class’s undisputed good-for-nothing at basketball.
He can’t dribble, shoot a layup, or defend. He can even trip over his own feet doing a three-step layup.
Then, one rainy night, he casually takes a three-pointer at an abandoned court.
Nothing but net.
From that day on, whenever he stands beyond the three-point line, the basketball seems to have eyes.
The school team captain mocks him: “Someone like you would only hold us back on the court.”
His opponents sneer: “You can only shoot threes. What makes you think you can play basketball?”
Later, with the game on the line, the whole crowd watches the final possession.
Chen Ye catches the ball, raises it, and shoots.
The buzzer sounds. The ball goes in.
The entire gym falls silent.
He really can’t play basketball.
He just never misses a three.
From that day on, whenever he stands beyond the three-point line, his shots are absurdly accurate.
People laugh at him for being an amateur, and the school team captain says he’ll never make it onto the court. But the coach keeps him on the team.
Because Chen Ye has only one skill:
Catch the ball and shoot.
Then make the whole gym shut up.
