Chapter Twenty-Nine: Becoming Handsome, Taller, and a True Heartthrob!

In the matches that followed, Chen Feng continued to display his terrifying offensive prowess. Against every team, he would establish a commanding lead, becoming a living nightmare for his opponents. His three-point shooting was nearly flawless, and coupled with his astonishing physical abilities, he was simply invincible on the basketball court.

But that wasn’t all—Chen Feng began to slim down, and his height was increasing rapidly. Especially over the past half month, his height seemed to skyrocket. Including the matches with No. 4 High, after just three games, Chen Feng had shed his former chubby appearance completely.

Now standing at 1.8 meters tall, his added height distributed his weight more evenly. He still looked a bit plump, but it was now a healthy kind of sturdiness, with only a slightly protruding belly, nothing like the round, globe-like figure he once had.

Beyond that, Chen Feng could clearly feel his strength growing. The fat on his body had transformed into a layer of internal membrane, making his muscles and bones denser and more powerful.

Strength is never static—with daily intense exercise and the healthful discipline of Wing Chun, Chen Feng’s entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation. The shifty awkwardness from before had vanished, replaced by a vigorous, radiant energy.

He was becoming more handsome—closer to being a true heartthrob!

The changes in Chen Feng shocked many, but none more so than his parents. They had once feared that, after being treated with hormones, he would never escape the fate of obesity. Yet, to their astonishment, he slimmed down, and in doing so, underwent a metamorphosis. There’s truth to the saying, “When you lose weight, you shed a hundred forms of ugliness”—now he seemed downright dashing.

Despite the weight loss, his weight didn’t actually decrease; in fact, it even increased slightly. The fat hadn’t vanished but was transformed into a tough internal layer, and his muscles and bones grew more robust.

Captain America stands at about 1.87 meters and weighs nearly two hundred pounds.

After the match with No. 4 High, Chen Feng played two more games in quick succession. These, however, disappointed him. The crowds were small—nothing like the hundreds he’d seen before. At most, a little over a hundred people were present.

For most, life moved too quickly to pay attention to high schoolers’ games. If these were professional matches, it would be a different story.

Boom!

With a thunderous dunk, Chen Feng slammed the basketball into the hoop. This was the city’s final four tournament, and he maintained his relentless assault. The score had reached 220 to 42—a lead of 178 points!

He was simply overwhelming. Now that he had slimmed down, Chen Feng was faster and jumped higher. Without any unnecessary flair, his ferocious dunks and precise three-pointers crushed every team with ease.

It wasn’t that his teammates were useless—Chen Feng was just too powerful. An NBA-caliber player facing high schoolers who trained only after evening study sessions could only be described as total domination.

Coach Chen Ping, feeling confident, substituted all the main players except Chen Feng, giving the bench a taste of real competition.

The opposing coach was furious but helpless. They were being openly disrespected, but what choice did they have?

When the game ended, Chen Feng returned to the locker room relaxed. In the past few days, his achievement points hadn’t increased much—barely eighty-five so far. The main reason was the scant attendance. In today’s game, there were only about fifty spectators—how many achievement points could that bring?

“Chen Feng, you played very well this time!” Chen Ping smiled at Chen Feng.

“Not at all,” Chen Feng replied modestly.

Chen Ping’s smile showed his satisfaction. He paused briefly, then continued, “Alright, there’s something I need to tell you—you have a formidable rival now!”

“A rival?” Chen Feng raised his eyebrows. “What kind of rival?”

Truthfully, Chen Feng didn’t believe any high schooler could match him. He judged his own strength to be NBA-level, and even against NBA tough guys, he would only know for sure after a real contest.

“His name is Luo Wenhao from No. 17 High,” Chen Ping explained, pulling out his iPad and showing a video. “Take a look at his basketball highlights.”

Hmm?

Chen Feng’s gaze fell on the screen, where he saw a young man, about 1.85 meters tall, leap up and slam dunk with both hands.

“This guy?” Chen Feng squinted, then shook his head slightly. “Coach, you’re not judging my rival just because he can dunk, are you?”

Chen Ping scratched his head, a little embarrassed—that was exactly his basis. He chuckled wryly, “Regardless, don’t underestimate him. Luo Wenhao is also a junior this year; last year he was already a starter, and his physical skills and basketball techniques have improved a lot. Don’t take him lightly!”

“I understand.” Chen Feng nodded. In truth, he didn’t regard Luo Wenhao as a threat. From what he saw, Luo’s dunks were forced—if he managed one or two per game, that was already impressive. Over the long term, Chen Feng wasn’t convinced.

But Chen Feng was different—he had boundless stamina, jumped higher, and was more explosive. His overall physical condition was on another level. What’s more, he didn’t just rely on his body—his basketball skills were refined, and his three-point shot was a secret weapon. He truly didn’t believe Luo Wenhao would be his match.

Rather than worry about that, Chen Feng preferred to focus on the thirty-thousand-yuan prize for the championship.

He knew well that, with his current performance, winning the city’s MVP title was only a matter of time.

Seeing Chen Feng’s indifference, Chen Ping said no more. Luo Wenhao was strong, but overall, he still felt Chen Feng was stronger.

Thursday night—it was the eve of May Day. The city final four tournament would be held the next day, followed by a half-month break before the championship and runner-up matches.

After evening study, Chen Feng left school with Fang Yue as usual. She had also noticed his transformation—he was slimmer, taller, and radiated youthful vigor. There was now a masculine charm about him.

Even Fang Yue, who knew him well, found her heart fluttering at the sight of him.

But just as they stepped out of the school gate, a young man blocked their path. His hair was dyed yellow, an earring glinted in his ear, and he looked every bit the local delinquent.

“So you’re Chen Feng?” The blond punk sized him up with a mocking sneer.

“Yes, I’m Chen Feng. And you are?” Chen Feng frowned. Even with his new abilities, he had never involved himself with street thugs.

“Our boss wants to see you. Come with me.” The blond grinned, his eyes lingering on Fang Yue, a look of amazement crossing his face.

Chen Feng noticed the look in the punk’s eyes, and a chill ran down his spine. He replied coldly, “What if I refuse?”

What a joke—why should he follow a stranger just because he was asked? Only a fool would go along with these thugs. Nothing good could come of it.

“I’ll make sure you come with us. If one isn’t enough, I’ve got backup,” the blond said cheerfully.

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and seven or eight similarly rough youths emerged from all directions, their hair dyed various colors, forming a circle and blocking all escape. Chen Feng frowned deeply. He wasn’t worried for himself, but with Fang Yue at his side, he had to consider her safety.

“Alright, I’ll go with you,” Chen Feng said coldly, his eyes narrowed. Then he turned to Fang Yue, “Go back to school and wait for me.”

Fang Yue opened her mouth to protest, but the blond interrupted, “That won’t do. She’s coming with us. Be smart, kid—this is a good thing for you!”

At this, he exchanged looks with his crew, who promptly revealed knives at their waists. The blond grinned, “Well? Are you coming?”

“Fine,” Chen Feng replied icily. Under these circumstances, fighting wouldn’t guarantee Fang Yue’s safety. He’d have to play along and wait for his moment.

Fang Yue glanced at Chen Feng anxiously, but he