Class 8, buzzing with voices.
Yet at this mont, Pang Jiao, normally not one to be calm, settled down completely.
How to describe this feeling? As if on an ordinary evening, the sky suddenly turned dark, clouds densely gathered, as if brewing thunder!
Song Sheng couldn’t help but shrink back, "bang," his retreat was blocked, he turned his face to et Zhang Yifei’s strong, ghastly pale face.
Song Sheng jolted and jumped on the spot: "Ghost!"
The scream swept through the entire classroom like a storm, extinguishing all noise.
All eyes turned towards the sa place.
Wang Longlong rolled up his textbook, began to explain passionately: "So people, born to be the main character, the darkness of this mortal world cannot hide their brilliance..."
Wang Yan Yan advised: "Jiaojiao, don’t mind his words, losing weight requires persistence..."
Pang Jiao slowly stood up, like a mountain of flesh. Her enormous face opened its huge mouth, like a devil ready to devour.
She clearly and quietly yelled, "My nutritionist told , the key point of losing weight is ’control your mouth, move your legs’.
Cui Yu privately said to ng Gui: "She has a nutritionist? If I were her nutritionist, I’d have already bashed my head in."
Wang Yan Yan: "Ah! Jiaojiao you said it perfectly!"
Song Sheng alone faced Pang Jiao’s huge mouth and challenged: "What is the point of telling this? I don’t need to lose weight! As if you can do it!"
"You see if I can do it!" As her voice fell, Pang Jiao took a step, with her body rising from the ground, her giant hand smacked towards Song Sheng’s face.
Wang Longlong enthusiastically explained: "At this mont, Jiaojiao’s aura no longer held back, Ninth Turn Peak!"
In haste, Song Sheng relied on instinct to raise his hand to protect his side face.
"Boom!"
The terrifying force poured out, striking Song Sheng’s arm, even though it was through an arm, it twisted and deford his round face, he couldn’t hold on, with his upper body slanted, he planted on the desk.
In an instant, Song Sheng only felt the world swirling, buzzing in his head, like bees furiously buzzing, his vision blurred.
Past mories flooded back, his training in spring, sumr, autumn, winter, only to be eliminated in one hit.
’Did a lifeti’s worth of bitter training end up no match for a naturally gifted player?’ Song Sheng roared in dissatisfaction.
Wang Yan Yan’s sharp voice echoed: "Ah Jiaojiao, you really listened to the nutritionist!"
Pang Jiao looked down at the defeated opponent, "Roar roar roar, I love losing weight the most!"
Song Sheng laid half on the desk, completely unmoving.
Forr Jianghu boss, Duan Shi Gang stunned: "No way, buddy, you’re too weak?"
Liu Chuandao incited: "Even I can exchange a couple of moves with Pang Jiao!"
The mocking words filled with ridicule, jesting, not a single person thought to diate.
The coldness of hearts, terrifying!
Class captain Xin Youling couldn’t help but feel emotional: ’Is this really my class? Can I truly awaken their conscience?’
She inevitably questioned the future.
Cui Yu called out: "Song Sheng, stop pretending!"
Wang Longlong shouted excitedly: "Song Sheng, Song Sheng, stand up!"
Song Sheng cursed inside: ’Damn it, it’s not that I can’t stand, just got hit so hard I almost couldn’t breathe!
"Stand up!" ng Gui waved his hand.
"Let my basketball power aid you!" Wu Xiaoqi hugged the basketball.
"Join your heart with mine!" Cao Kun.
"Shout loudly to the sky!" Qiang Li reminisced of his own past weakness.
"We fight by your side!" Duan Shi Gang slapped the table.
Shouts of encouragent ca from all sides.
Everyone hoped the hero would revive, once again confront darkness, everyone gave their light to the fallen Song Sheng.
For a mont, Song Sheng was truly moved, he’s not fighting alone!
The strength scattered by Pang Jiao’s hit finally gathered again, transford into a motivation for a coback!
Song Sheng pressed against the desk, and stood up, facing the fear.
"Pang Jiao, I’ve been working out for three years, boxing for three months, do you think I’m afraid of you?" Song Sheng showed no fear.
Wang Longlong stood on the chair, yelled: "The greatest hero of the century has revived!"
Song Sheng looked around at his teammates, rarely revealing sincerity: "Thank you all for the support, thank you, thank you!"
Cui Yu: "No need for thanks, I’m here for the show."
ng Gui: "Just saying a few words."
Duan Shi Gang: "Youngster, the upcoming Jianghu, you’ll have to navigate yourself!"
Qiang Li angrily said: "Ah Wei, don’t stop , I’m going to help Song Sheng, he’s my brother!"
Chai Wei looked at Qiang Li who clung to his hands, without energy to retort.
Song Sheng was dumbfounded, he thought they were fighting side by side with him.
Pang Jiao raised her huge fist, staring at him like a beast.
Song Sheng quickly cald down, started weighing pros and cons.
Pang Jiao’s frightening blow made him recall the painful ordeal of a fracture, once bitten by a snake, he feared ropes for ten years.
If during the fight, he broke another bone?
He told himself: ’Indeed, yes, fighting has no benefit, even if I can defeat Pang Jiao, there’s Zhang Yifei and Li Shengnan next, even if I beat them, there’s still Wang Yan Yan’s combo moves!’
’Yes, it’s not necessary!’ Song Sheng was certain.
He wisely decided, to advance by retreating:
"Do you really think I’m afraid of you? I was still training yesterday. But I have a habit when boxing, I must wear gloves. I didn’t bring my gloves today..."
Cui Yu imdiately called out, "Yuzhu, do you have gloves?"
Huang Yuzhu quickly pulled out a pair of worn-out gloves from under the desk and enthusiastically said, "Yes, I have them!"
"Huh?" Song Sheng was dumbfounded.
Why on earth would you bring boxing gloves to school?
However, Tang Jing knew that the gloves were found by Huang Yuzhu next to a trash can, and after washing them at ho, he used them as cycling gloves in the winter.
Cui Yu swiftly handed Huang Yuzhu’s gloves to Song Sheng, warmly inviting him to put them on.
Wearing a pair of red gloves, Song Sheng’s expression kept changing.
At this mont, a girl’s silhouette quietly appeared at the backdoor of the classroom, carrying a paper bag.
She noticed the bizarre scene inside the classroom, slightly tilted her body, causing her side braid to fall as well. Her shimring lake-like eyes rippled, and there was a hint of a smile between her brows. "Excuse , am I coming at a bad ti?"
Chen Siyu, who was eating sunflower seeds with Jiang Ning, noticed her and confidently said, "No, you’re just on ti!"
Bai Yuxia gracefully took her seat.
Today, she looked especially youthful, in a lemon yellow fuzzy coat, wool pants, paired with a pink scarf. Her whole fluffy outfit made people want to reach out and squeeze it.
The little episode of an outsider didn’t affect the real protagonists.
Seeing Song Sheng still not moving, Cui Yu couldn’t help but urge, "Co on, are you going to fight or not?"
"Back in the day, Cui Yu had multiple rounds with her," ng Gui said.
"Yeah, are you going to be as timid as Wu Xiaoqi?" Cui Yu taunted.
Wu Xiaoqi, holding a basketball, was displeased and shouted, "If only I had an iron bar..."
Cui Yu was about to send a ssage: "Yu..."
Wu Xiaoqi shut his mouth.
"Forget it, Song Sheng doesn’t seem interested in fighting," Wang Longlong sighed.
Zhang Chi said, "He says he works out every day, but he doesn’t look like it."
Yu Wen added, "He doesn’t even have abs."
Liu Chuandao remarked, "Weakling, not even as good as , and I never work out."
These mocking words kept pouring into Song Sheng’s ears.
Pang Jiao recognized his cowardly nature and rcilessly scorned, "Wimp."
Wang Yanyan said, "Oh, but Song Sheng used to boast how amazing he was back in middle school!"
Pang Jiao sneered, "Really? Just him? Bullying the weak and fearing the strong!"
The cherished mories he once proudly shared were like a dagger stabbing into Song Sheng’s heart once more, chilling him to the core.
’Wimp? Trash? Weakling? Useless.’
Each of these adjectives branded onto his forehead, sorting him out like he sorted others.
If he didn’t fight, he would have no place to stay in Class 8!
Song Sheng roared, "Do you really think I’m afraid to fight?!!!"
This battle was for dignity alone!
He swung his fist, his feet, waist, shoulders, and arms, all his strength coalescing into a whip-like figure!
The results of three months’ hard training, achieving a bench press limit of 90KG, were fully displayed in this second.
"Boom!" One punch opened the path between life and death!
It was not only the physical power unleashed but also the accumulation of past painful heart demons, concentrated into one punch!
Pang Jiao suddenly raised her hand, and her fan-sized palm firmly blocked Song Sheng’s powerful punch.
The wind ceased.
Wang Longlong rushed out, loudly exclaiming, "Pang Jiao caught Song Sheng, is she going to refine him?"
However, Song Sheng had now conquered his inner demons; all he felt was fighting spirit. His right hand was blocked, but he imdiately raised his left hand to punch Pang Jiao’s pancake-like face.
He had enough of that face!
Pang Jiao once again stretched out her hand to block.
Even though both his fists were restrained, Song Sheng still had a pair of powerful legs.
He abruptly kicked, charging at Pang Jiao like a young bull.
Pang Jiao stumbled backward from the impact.
The re aftershocks of the fight caused Qiang Li and Chai Wei to overturn tables in a scramble.
Wang Longlong rushed with a microphone to provide comntary.
The classmates in the room were extrely excited as the encore performance began once more.
Everyone moved forward to get the best view, afraid they’d be late by a step.
And in this fervent atmosphere, the front door of the classroom suddenly swung open, and the horoom teacher, Shan Qingrong, made an appearance.
In that mont, all the excitent paused, as if soone pressed the pause button.
Shan Qingrong was stunned too, staring at Pang Jiao and Song Sheng locked together, surrounded by disorganized desks, with many books scattered on the floor...
Wang Longlong quickly caught on, grabbed a book pretending it was a microphone, and started singing, "Let’s row the oars~"
He frantically signaled to the people around him.
Cui Yu and ng Gui chid in, "Let’s row the oars~!"
Song Sheng and Pang Jiao also caught on, holding each other’s arms lightly swaying, "The little boat pushes the waves~"
In order not to get punished, the two held hands, singing and dancing, creating a friendly and harmonious atmosphere in the classroom.
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