Chapter 62: 62, Full of question marks
"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 a student from an ordinary class?"
"Sigh, I thought our class could take a few moves against the high school sophomores' key class, but it turns out we can't even beat the ordinary sophomore class."
Seeing Lu Gang being effortlessly lifted by the dark, chubby senior and thrown off the Martial Stage without any chance to fight back, the students of Grade 1 Class 1 felt very disheartened, as if they had been dealt a heavy blow.
In the crowd, Wang Shu Jie immediately approached Lu Gang as he returned to the class team and asked, "Lu Gang, how do you feel?"
Lu Gang was obviously disappointed, but still maintained his confidence, "That chubby senior is very strong, underneath the fat are all muscles, he can take hits and endure, I simply can't handle him at the moment."
"However, just give me half a year to train and grow, by the time the second semester of high school comes around, I will definitely be able to pin him to the ground and grind him down."
"Basically, that chubby senior is only relying on his big size to bully people while everyone's strength hasn't increased yet. Once everyone gets stronger later on, he'll just be a moving target!"
Lu Gang became more confident as he spoke, already not considering the dark, chubby senior a threat, even though he had just been casually thrown off the stage like picking up a chick.
Wang Shu Jie nodded, agreeing with him, and then asked, "What do you think about Lin Zichen's chances in the upcoming match?"
"Zero chance."
Lu Gang didn't hesitate and answered directly.
Then quickly explained, "Lin Zichen is very strong, much stronger than me, but that's overall. Just talking about strength, he's not much stronger than me and definitely can't break through that chubby senior's defense."
"Yeah, that's true."
Wang Shu Jie nodded and said, "I remember from the previous physical test, his one-handed heavy lifting score was only 30kg more than yours, not much stronger."
At this moment, the two top students from Nanguan City didn't have faith in Lin Zichen's ability to win the upcoming match.
It wasn't that they thought Lin Zichen wasn't strong, but that they believed the dark, chubby senior on the stage was stronger.
They saw that dark, chubby senior as an invincible beginner village boss in front of all these high school freshmen.
A girl nearby couldn't listen anymore and sneered with a retort, "Heh, you two are weak yourselves, and you think everyone else is just as bad as you. Have some shame, will you?"
Wang Shu Jie and Lu Gang glanced at the girl, saw that she was one of Lin Zichen's little fangirls, and didn't bother with her, turning to walk away and not argue.
They both felt that the little fangirl was brainless, just a crazed fan who thought her brother was invincibly strong throughout the universe, so it was a waste of breath to argue with her.
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Elsewhere.
Shen Qinghan, with her eyes brimming with curiosity, looked at Lin Zichen and asked, "Xiao Chen, have you figured it out? What's so special about that chubby senior?"
"Yeah, I've noticed."
Lin Zichen simply explained to her, "That chubby senior isn't a traditional fatty, but rather a muscular man wrapped in a layer of fat. Except for his lack of agility, he's maxed out his strength and defense."
"A muscular man wrapped in a layer of fat?"
Shen Qinghan was even more puzzled and asked, "But that doesn't sound very biological, can such a physique even be achieved by a person through training?"
Lin Zichen: "He might have become decadent, binge eating and drinking his way to that physique, or he might have a certain illness, or some other reason, I'm not really sure myself."
While they were talking about this,
Han Yuanfeng came over from the front, smiling at Lin Zichen, and said, "Zi Chen, it's your turn."
"Alright."
Lin Zichen responded, standing up and heading towards the Martial Stage.
However, Han Yuanfeng didn't urge him to go up right away but asked him to wait and talked to him, "Zi Chen, the strength of that chubby senior on the stage, even among the key class, is at the top. Normally, you wouldn't find a student with such strength in an ordinary class."
"I don't know what's happened this year, but suddenly there's such a strong student transferred to the ordinary class."
"So, don't be disheartened if you lose later on, because it's normal to lose to him. It's abnormal if you win."
Han Yuanfeng spoke earnestly, "In any case, keep your spirits up. If you can last a long time on the stage, just do so. This is a valuable opportunity for real fight experience for you, and you don't need to take winning or losing too seriously."
Lin Zichen: "I will win."
Han Yuanfeng: "??"
Forget it, young people are naive and ignorant; all that talk was in vain.
Well, it's good to be confident.
But, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Let's hope he won't be too crushed after he loses...
Thinking this, Han Yuanfeng extended his hand and gently patted Lin Zichen on the shoulder, saying, "Give it your all."
"Alright."
Lin Zichen, sparing with words, simply responded and then headed toward the Martial Stage. Under everyone's gaze, he leapt up onto the stage with a swift jump.
When his handsome face appeared on the Martial Stage, the girls from Grade 11 Class 6 quickly broke into adoring squeals.
All of them were talking about how good-looking this junior boy was, each with a smitten smile on their face.
Among them, several seniors who had advanced directly from the junior high division were enthusiastically introducing Lin Zichen to other seniors who didn't know him, recounting the legends of Lin Zichen's junior high days.
Beyond the smitten comments of the senior girls, there were also loud cheers and encouragement from his classmates.
Even those few boys who were jealous and usually disliked him were now cheering him on.
After all, Lin Zichen was now the last hope of the class, the embodiment of everyone's hopes.
As members of the same class, everyone wanted him to win; his glory would be their glory, his loss their loss.
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On the Martial Stage.
The husky senior heard the surrounding adoration and cheers, and couldn't help but express his envy, "Being handsome is so great, it gets you the attention of the girls."
"True beauty is beauty of the soul," Lin Zichen consoled, though against his better conscience.
However, the husky senior, quite lacking in emotional intelligence, disagreed, saying, "Junior, that's not right. In this survival of the fittest world, only the strong are beautiful."
Having spoken, he suddenly became sentimental, "Actually, life's game is pretty well balanced. Take me for example, I may not be good-looking, but on the flip side, I'm very strong."
No sooner had he finished speaking, a little fangirl of Lin Zichen below shouted, "But Zi Chen is both handsome and a good fighter!"
"..."
The husky senior was momentarily speechless, at a loss for words.
To alleviate his embarrassment at the moment, and also to set the stage for his humblebragging.
He soon flashed a grin and said:
"Junior, I never use my strength against the weaker. I'll stand still and let you strike ten blows, so you and your little fangirls won't feel disgruntled afterward, accusing me of bullying and claiming a dishonorable victory."
Bullying the weak? To avoid later grievances?
Lin Zichen felt this sounded very familiar.
After thinking for a moment, he recalled that his old middle school classmate Zhang Kai had once said something similar when they sparred in the Martial Arts Team.
"Are you both ready?"
Seeing that the two had taken their positions, the referee in the middle of the Martial Stage asked aloud.
"Ready." x2
They both said in unison.
At this, the referee immediately raised his right hand high, then swiftly brought it down, announcing, "The match, begin!"
No sooner had the referee's words dropped, the husky senior loudly declared with pretense:
"Come on, junior. I'll stand still and let you strike ten blows. Attack me with all your might!"
"Alright."
Lin Zichen nodded in response.
Then, under the puzzled looks of all present, he calmly walked up to the husky senior and stopped in front of him. Afterward, he nonchalantly lifted his right leg and kicked him off the Martial Stage.
"???"
At this moment, the husky senior, still rolling rapidly on the ground, was filled with question marks.
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