Evil MC's NTR Harem

The teacher, who had assumed the role of the observer, was now seeing a completely different side of his student, one that had been carefully hidden beneath layers of indifference.

Ross landed gracefully on the court, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His grin was confident, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

This was the moment he had been waiting for—the chance to finally show what he was truly capable of. He wasn't just the lazy guy on the court anymore.

"Ross! That was amazing!" Sophia's voice rang out from the sidelines, her eyes sparkling with admiration. She clapped loudly, clearly proud of his performance.

"Yeah! Do more of that!" Jasmine added enthusiastically, her smile wide. Both of them were cheering for him like he had just won the game, and their support filled him with a sense of pride.

Even Natalie, standing beside them, smiled warmly, her eyes following him with a new level of respect.

Ross's attention shifted momentarily to his cheer squad. He saw the pride in their eyes, the way they looked at him like he was capable of anything.

It was a feeling unlike any other—he could look weak, lazy, or disinterested in front of everyone else, but in front of them? He had to be the best version of himself. He couldn't afford to be anything less.

But not everyone on the court shared the same sentiment. The players on his team were still catching their breath, unsure of how to process what had just happened.

Their earlier arrogance had been replaced with confusion and a tinge of uncertainty.

They had underestimated Ross, and now they had to deal with the reality that he wasn't the unmotivated newbie they had assumed him to be.

The PE teacher, too, was caught off guard. His expectations had been shattered in an instant. Ross had gone from being a slacker to a dominant force on the court.

The teacher's mind raced as he tried to understand what had just occurred. Had Ross been holding back all along? If so, why? And what else was he capable of?

For the first time in the game, all eyes were on Ross. The players, the coach, and even the audience were waiting for him to make his next move.

They had seen the potential, and now they were wondering just how much more he had to offer. The court was silent for a brief moment, but the energy in the air was palpable.

Ross took a deep breath, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He wasn't just playing the game anymore—he was owning it. And as the ball was passed to him once more, he knew there was no turning back.

And that was exactly what he did in the following minutes.

"This is impossible!" the PE teacher exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief. At first, he couldn't fathom what he was witnessing.

Ross, who had seemed so indifferent at the start of the game, was now dominating the court like a seasoned professional.

But as the minutes ticked by and the game progressed, the teacher's disbelief slowly transformed into something else—something far more intense.

It was excitement, the kind of excitement one feels when they know they're witnessing something extraordinary, something that could change everything.

One could only imagine what kind of talent Ross was showcasing—this wasn't just impressive for a casual pickup game.

No, this was the kind of performance that could put the university on the map. If the scouts from other schools were watching, they wouldn't be able to ignore him.

By the time the game neared its end, Ross had already scored an astounding 150 points, and the crowd was silent, watching in stunned awe.

But the numbers didn't stop there—he had 15 rebounds, 20 steals, and 10 blocks. And all of this was achieved with flawless execution. His shooting percentage was unreal.

Every basket he took, no matter the distance or difficulty, found its mark. Ross hadn't missed a single shot. 150 points without a single miss!

The gym was filled with a palpable tension as everyone tried to process what had just happened. The shock wasn't just confined to the PE teacher.

The varsity players, the ones who were supposed to be the stars of the game, were staring at him in disbelief.

They were used to playing with, and against, some of the best players in the university, but they had never seen anything like this before. They couldn't understand how it was possible.

They had expected to crush the new guy, but now they were the ones getting crushed, and with such a perfect record to boot.

Every pass they made, every attempt at blocking him, ended in failure. Ross moved like he was operating in a different league, a level of play none of them had ever encountered.

The players exchanged confused looks, as if waiting for someone to explain what was happening. They couldn't bring themselves to believe it, but the numbers on the scoreboard didn't lie.

Ross had become an unstoppable force on the court. His stat line was one for the history books—no one had ever performed like this, especially not against a team like theirs.

The players were no longer focused on winning. Their eyes were fixed on Ross, who seemed to be doing the impossible with every step, every move.

They began to wonder if they were witnessing something bigger than just a game. Maybe this was the emergence of a future basketball legend. Or maybe they were simply in the presence of someone so skilled that even their best moves couldn't stop him.

The PE teacher, who had originally expected a lackluster performance, was now pacing along the sideline, unable to keep still. His mind was racing. He had witnessed extraordinary players before, but nothing like this.

He could already imagine the scouts and the media starting to pay attention to Ross.

If he kept this up, there would be no end to the opportunities that would open up for him. College basketball, pro leagues—they would all be knocking on his door.