Chapter 62: 62, Full of question marks

Chapter 62: 62, Full of question marks

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“It’s over, our class is going to lose!”

“What’s with that dark and chubby senior? How can he be so strong? Could he really be just a regular student?”

“Sigh, I thought our class could exchange a few moves with the second-year key class, but it turns out we can’t even beat a regular second-year class.”

Seeing Lu Gang powerless and being carried off the Martial Stage by the black chubby senior with just one hand, the students of class 1, grade 1 felt very disappointed, as if they had been dealt a heavy blow.

Amid the crowd, Wang Shujie immediately approached Lu Gang as he returned to the team and asked, “Lu Gang, how did it feel?”

Lu Gang was obviously disappointed, but still maintained his confidence, “That fat senior is very strong, beneath that fat is all muscle, he can take a hit and dish it out. I can’t handle him at all right now.”

“But, just give me another six months to train and grow, by the second semester of first year, I will definitely be able to pin him to the ground and rub his face in it.”

“To put it bluntly, that fat senior is only using his size to his advantage, taking advantage of everyone’s strength not being developed yet to be a nuisance. Once we all get stronger, he will just be a moving target!”

The more Lu Gang talked, the more confident he became, completely dismissing the black chubby senior, even though he had just been tossed off the Martial Stage like picking up a tiny chick.

Listening to him, Wang Shujie nodded in agreement and then asked, “So, what do you think are the odds of Lin Zichen winning in the upcoming match?”

“Zero chance.”

Lu Gang didn’t even have to think before he replied.

He quickly explained, “Lin Zichen is very strong, much stronger than me, but that’s overall. In terms of strength alone, he’s not much stronger than me and won’t be able to break through that fat senior’s defense.”

“Hmm, indeed.”

Wang Shujie nodded in agreement, “I remember during the physical test, his one-handed lift was only 30kg more than yours, not much stronger.”

At this moment, the two top students from Nanguan City didn’t think Lin Zichen had a chance of winning the upcoming match.

It wasn’t that they thought Lin Zichen was weak, but that they believed the black chubby senior on stage was stronger.

They considered him an invincible newbie village boss in front of all these first-year freshmen.

A girl nearby couldn’t listen anymore and scoffed at them, “Heh, just because you two are trash doesn’t mean everyone else is like you, have some shame, will you?”

Wang Shujie and Lu Gang glanced at the girl and saw that she was a little fan sister of Lin Zichen, so they couldn’t be bothered to pay attention and walked away to avoid arguing with her.

The two thought the little fan sister was brainless, a fanatic, with her head filled with the idea that her brother was the strongest in the universe, and it was pointless to waste words arguing with her.

Elsewhere.

Shen Qinghan looked at Lin Zichen with watery, curious eyes and asked, “Xiao Chen, did you see it? What’s so special about that chubby senior?”

“Yes, I’ve noticed.”

After all, at this moment, Lin Zichen was the last hope of their class, the hope of everyone.

As classmates from the same class, everyone wanted him to win—to share the glory and the loss.

On the Martial Stage.

The black and chubby senior, hearing the adoring sighs and cheers around him, couldn’t help expressing his envy, “Being handsome is so great, getting all the attention from the girls.”

“True beauty is the beauty of the soul,” Lin Zichen consoled, though dishonestly.

However, the black and chubby senior, with really low emotional intelligence, disagreed, “Junior, you’re wrong. In this dog-eat-dog world, only the strongest are considered beautiful.”

After saying this, he suddenly became thoughtful, “Actually, this game of life is quite balanced. Take me, for instance. I may not be good-looking, but on the other hand, my strength is substantial.”

No sooner had he finished these words than a little fan of Lin Zichen below shouted, “But Zi Chen is both handsome and strong in a fight!”

At that moment, the black and chubby senior was speechless and stunned.

To relieve his own embarrassment, and also to show off before the fight,

he quickly grinned and said:

“Junior, I do not play the bully. In the upcoming fight, I’ll stand still and let you have ten moves—just so you and your little fans won’t feel aggrieved afterward and accuse me behind my back of taking advantage of my size, thus winning dishonorably.”

Take advantage of size? So as not to feel aggrieved afterward?

Lin Zichen found these words rather familiar.

After a moment’s thought, he realized that they closely resembled what Han Yuanfeng had said with a show-off attitude during their martial arts team practice sessions in their junior high days.

“Are you both ready?”

Seeing that the two had taken their positions, the referee in the middle of the Martial Stage asked.

“Ready,” both responded in unison.

Upon hearing this, the referee immediately raised his right hand high and then chopped it down quickly, “The contest, begins!”

The moment the referee’s words fell, the black and chubby senior shouted with an air of superiority:

“Come on, junior! I, your senior, will stand still and let you have ten moves. Attack me with all your might!”

“Okay.”

Lin Zichen nodded and agreed.

Then, under the puzzled gaze of everyone present, he calmly walked up to the black and chubby senior, stopped in front of him, and casually lifted his right leg to kick him off the Martial Stage.

At that moment, the black and chubby senior, still tumbling on the ground, had a head full of question marks.

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