HCB Chapter 916 F1 MEME!
Chapter 916 F1 MEME!
Chapter 916 F1 MEME!
Unsurprisingly, Class 2-2 lost the game, and lost badly, showing a complete lack of dignity.
Once the game started, Class 2 of Grade 2 immediately put in their best effort. They refused to give up and fought with all their might, trying to create a miracle.
Class 2-2 gave it their all!
Class 2-3 remained completely still.
Class 2-2 refuses to give up! They're still fighting!
Class 2-3 remained completely still.
Class 2-2 is still working hard! Class 2-2... Class 2-2! They are not cowards!!
Fang Wuwei and Ikeuchi Maki simply reached out and grabbed the rope, and neither the person nor the rope moved an inch. Ikeuchi Maki only needed to pull her hand back, and Class 2-2 was pulled over without any resistance. Seeing this, Isshiki Makoto's face turned ashen.
Holy crap, this is even a market stall? I've already ordered it, bro, whatever, it's fine.
Class 2-2 is defeated!!! Class 2-3 wins!
Everyone witnessed Class 2-2's crushing defeat, and everyone saw how terrifying Class 2-3 was, especially that monster Fang Wuwei. Everyone... completely understands...
But... this was such a crushing defeat...
Seeing the miserable state of Class 2-2, the other classes felt particularly relieved and inopportunely breathed a sigh of relief... Damn, thank goodness Class 2-2 won the grand prize...
None of them wanted to run into Fang Wuwei and Ikeuchi Maki, those two universally acknowledged monsters, master and disciple... If they did, what chance would they have? They could just stand there and wait to be torn apart, saving themselves some energy.
This is the experience the students summarized this morning: if you encounter either of these two, you can go all out for second place. Of course, the others shouldn't be underestimated either... Togashi Yuta, Nibutani, and Takanashi Rikka are not to be trifled with; every single one of them is an athletic monster...
Why would such athletic monsters all appear in one class...?
The homeroom teacher of Class 2-2 sighed deeply, her eyes filled with undisguised envy and even a hint of jealousy as she looked at Nanase Tsukumo on the stage.
As Ms. Tsukumo Nanase watched her class completely overwhelm Class 2-2 with terrifying power, she couldn't help but show a look of joy, even though it was within her expectations.
Her mood improved after that, and she continued drawing lots with a smile, while the head of the grade focused his attention on Fang Wuwei and Ikeuchi Maki in the front row.
"Teacher Jiujiu, I remember that Dongfang student's grades weren't very good, right?"
"Yes, I plan to recommend Dongfang to pursue a career in sports after this. He will definitely create miracles on the world stage!"
"Hmm...that's for the best..."
It must be said that the principal really put a lot of thought into this year's sports festival, especially the themed fun competition in the afternoon.
After the tug-of-war, there was a class competition called "Dodgeball," which was basically dodgeball, but with sandbags instead of dodgeballs.
The sandbag had a lightning bolt pattern painted on it, and the rest of the area was covered with runes... It was a custom-made item. Is this how rich people make things?
Each class sends out ten people to form a team. Each person has a beanbag and plays dodgeball. If someone gets hit, they are out. They can pick up beanbags on the ground as ammunition to replenish their ammunition. The rules are that simple. The class competition is still the same as before. The teacher on the stage draws lots to decide the opponents. This time, the teacher who draws the lots is Fang Wuwei's math teacher. The opponent they drew is Class 4 of Grade 3.
Fang Wuwei wasn't very familiar with Class 4 of the third year, but he spotted a somewhat familiar figure in the opposing team's lineup.
"Wow, Master, is that the head of the kendo club?"
"It really seems to be him."
The head of the kendo club in Class 3-4 had a grim face. Last year, he was nearly driven to the brink of shattering by this master and disciple duo. The entire kendo club was utterly defeated by them, and the whole club was powerless against them. After that, the head of the kendo club vowed never to be opponents with these two again in his life...
I never expected... I never expected... I never expected it to be at the sports festival...
The head of the kendo club, holding the sandbag, trembled slightly as he stood opposite Fang Wuwei. Looking at Fang's ever-calm demeanor, the deep sense of powerlessness he felt last year surged up again.
"No... I need to leave the field... I need to be substituted..."
"Game start!"
"Eh?"
The head of the kendo club was stunned for a moment, and the next second, he felt something hit his face. The texture was obviously a sandbag, and it was thrown with great force, knocking his head to the side.
He was hit by the sandbag... and the person who threw it was Fang Wuwei.
It's over in seconds...
For some reason, the captain of the kendo club showed no anger or resentment, no resistance, no dissatisfaction, only a sense of natural calm. He quietly picked up the sandbag Fang Wuwei had thrown at him, handed it along with his own sandbag to the classmate next to him, and then silently left the arena. His back view was lonely and pitiful...
"Is this too much?"
Fang Wuwei was taken aback for a moment upon seeing this, and casually tilted his head to dodge the sandbag that was being thrown at him.
"That's a bit... How could Master kill someone instantly right from the start?"
"Okay, I'll be more careful from now on... Give me your punching bag."
"Huh? What am I supposed to use if I give it to you?"
"Go rob Yuta."
"Eh?"
"Ok."
"Huh?! That was a steal... Ouch! I got hit!"
Okay, now we don't need to fight over it anymore, we've abdicated.
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The head of the kendo club sat forlornly in the class camp, gazing at Fang Wuwei's figure from afar, his eyes gradually becoming misty.
"minister......"
Just then, a member of the kendo club walked over, looked at the club president in silence for a moment, handed him a drink, and then sat down next to him.
“Back then last year, he hadn’t yet shown his talent, but now… everyone knows he’s a recognized monster. Losing to him isn’t so shameful anymore, Minister… please stop doing this.”
"No... I'm not still bothered by it..."
The head of the kendo club said this as he opened his drink, took a sip silently, but his gaze remained fixed on Fang Wuwei.
He is a competitive person. If he weren't competitive, he wouldn't have chosen kendo, let alone become a club president.
"I just...can't stand feeling this way again and again in front of the same person..."
The words stuck in the kendo club president's throat; he couldn't quite put his finger on what it felt like... Although he was competitive, he was actually convinced of Fang Wuwei's strength, completely convinced of his superiority.
After all, he was defeated head-on, a fair and square defeat.
He simply wanted to become stronger... He wanted to possess the same immense power as Fang Wuwei...
Power... When it comes to power... the most powerful force in the world is none other than...
Thinking this, the Kendo Club president gradually shifted his gaze from Fang Wuwei, looking into the distance, past the throng of heads, and finally landing on Hyuga Kagami sitting on the platform...
If Thor really exists, then... will God favor his followers?
The head of the kendo club's heart skipped a beat, and at the same time, Fang Wuwei, who was easily dodging another sandbag on the field, suddenly shivered involuntarily, and goosebumps inexplicably rose on the back of his neck.
"I have this feeling that something is eyeing me? Am I being targeted by some girl?"
"hehe."