HCB Please enjoy Chapter 915 with the comments section.
Please enjoy Chapter 915 with the comments section.
This themed fun competition quickly attracted everyone's attention. The students who witnessed the entire setup on the playground were already discussing it animatedly, while the students who had just come out of the cafeteria also quickly noticed something was amiss.
Just as Fang Wuwei had thought, with this arrangement and totem runes, only a fool would not be able to figure out what the theme was.
"Wow... Wow, is the principal so trendy?"
"Have the teachers been influenced by the Thor's Church lately...?"
"Lord Thor, above... Lord Thor, above..."
Fang Wuwei's face darkened slightly as he watched the students gather on the playground, excitedly discussing these topics. Only then did his expression soften.
Oh well... nobody knows anyway, so it won't be too awkward...
"Someone is worshipping you, aren't you going to respond?"
Just as Fang Wuwei was thinking this, Yuta said something cheeky from the side, almost making Fang Wuwei lose his composure and glare at him angrily.
Dansheng Valley, on the other hand, was gloating. Fang Wuwei had been organizing people to worship Morisummer all the time, and even occasionally organized activities at the lower-grade Elf Mother Society... Now that it was his turn, did he know how unpleasant it felt?
Ha! Serves you right!
"Alright, alright, lunch break is over... Everyone, gather on the playground, I have a few words to say."
The principal's voice came from the loudspeaker and gradually spread throughout the school. The students, their faces full of excitement, followed the principal's instructions and walked towards the podium. Their heightened curiosity and excitement made them move very quickly, and they soon gathered together.
The principal and many teachers stood on the stage, while a well-dressed, capable-looking young man stood beside them. They looked at the disorderly and disorganized students below but said nothing, only chuckling and patting their microphones.
"As you've probably seen, we've carefully prepared the venue. You might be wondering if there's anything special happening this year? No, there isn't. Students, teachers, and I are all strict with you in your studies, but we sincerely hope you can have fun and enjoy yourselves to the fullest when it's time to relax..."
The principal launched into a long speech, the gist of which was that this fun competition was his and many teachers' idea, to cater to the trends and current hot topics among young people, and to leave a deep impression on the students, blah blah blah.
Normally, few people would pay attention to such a speech, but this time the principal had given them a really big show, so the students were quite enthusiastic and cheered loudly from below the stage, which amused the principal, who responded with a smile.
His classmates were happy, and so was he.
Even Fang Wuwei, upon discovering the high spirits of his classmates, gradually relaxed his furrowed brows, finally sighed softly, and joined the crowd in clapping.
After the principal finished speaking, the smile on his face slowly faded, and even a hint of embarrassment appeared. He then handed the microphone to the grade director next to him.
After the grade head took the microphone, he very naturally spoke words that the principal could not say.
"This afternoon, all the competition events scheduled for our sports festival have been postponed to tomorrow. The entire afternoon will be dedicated to recreational events and class team activities. Before we begin... well... we need to thank [Thor's Cult Promotion Company] for their generous sponsorship; they've covered all the expenses for this event..."
Even the head of the grade was a little worried when he read this passage aloud, but there was nothing he could do, they had given him just too much.
Upon hearing this, Fang Wuwei's eyebrows twitched sharply. Then, he saw the strange man in a suit calmly walk to the front of the stage and take the microphone from the head of the grade.
"Good afternoon, everyone. I am Hyuga Kagami, the president of the [Thunder God Cult Promotion Company]."
Hinata yoke......
Fang Wuwei was somewhat surprised. This was the first time he had met his cult leader. He had thought their first meeting would happen in their dreams, but he never expected that they would meet so soon.
"Students, don't make a fuss about this. We sponsor this sports festival not to proselytize. Thor is a symbol of faith for us, and an indelible cultural icon for the world. Regardless, we understand and respect everyone's attitudes toward different cultures. We simply hope that students can have more opportunities to experience and understand this emerging modern cultural phenomenon..."
Hinata Kagami's speech was very short, just a couple of simple sentences. He seemed very understanding and reasonable, knowing that people wouldn't believe in the Thunder God because of this, and just hoping that people could learn more. But everyone knew that once they started, they would gradually get more and more involved.
Such a sense of identification can be described as a superficial believer. Even if one does not feel that they believe in the Thunder God, at least they will feel uncomfortable and angry when they hear someone say bad things about the Thunder God... This is enough for Hyuga Kagami. It is only a matter of time before he becomes a true believer.
Water dripping wears away stone...
This is also beneficial to Fang Wuwei, as the shallow believers can provide him with the power of faith, which is helpful to him.
Therefore, although Fang Wuwei felt a little awkward about having to participate in a fun competition themed around himself, he was still very satisfied with Hyuga Kagami's approach, as it was a real benefit.
"Oh, we need to learn more about Lord Thor (sarcastically)..."
I really want to slap you.
If only Yuuta weren't nagging around like that...
Hinata Kagami finished speaking and walked off the stage with a smile, but he didn't leave. He wanted to see how it went. If it worked well, this model could undoubtedly be imitated in more places.
Then, the head of the teaching department went up on stage, carrying a large lottery box, and placed it on the stage with a clatter.
"For the fun competition this afternoon, we will use an on-site registration and lottery system. For individual events, we will register on-site, while for class events, we will draw lots. This box contains slips of paper with the names of all classes and grades written on them. The competition will be conducted by lottery, and everything will be random!"
The grade and class are randomized, which means that first-grade students may compete against third-grade students, making it more exciting than the previous simple competition among students of the same grade.
The students cheered with delight, and the head of the grade was also happy. He chuckled and invited Ms. Nanase to the stage to draw lots, while he continued speaking as she did so.
"The first event is a class tug-of-war, which everyone is familiar with, so I won't go into the rules. The first class to go is... Class 2, Grade 2!"
Class 2-2, the class of Isshiki Makoto, was called by name. After a brief moment of stunned silence, the Class 2-2 students burst into a roar full of fighting spirit and rushed to the center of the playground, gathering at one end of the tug-of-war rope.
"No matter who it is! We will win!"
Isshiki Makoto stood at the very front of the class, and his voice was the loudest. This arrogant and loud slogan briefly broke through the roar of the students in Class 2-2, and quickly took root in their hearts. It spread from person to person, and everyone started shouting the slogan.
"It seems the students in Class 2-2 are quite confident... So their opponents are... Class 3-2!"
Upon hearing this, Isshiki Makoto's chanting instantly fell silent, his fervent excitement froze, and he abruptly turned to look at the students of Class 2-3 who were arriving one after another at the other end of the rope. His face darkened, and even a hint of fear crept in.
[Recommended background music here: Sea of Tranquility - Bemax]
[Make sure you read the comments! I used AI to create character images and memes! You absolutely have to see them!! The editor keeps ripping off my images, if you don't see it, please go to the author's note, it's infuriating!]
So, who is standing opposite Isshiki Makoto at this moment?!
The ultimate monster who casually threw the shot put nearly twenty meters away, broke five school records in one morning, and is recognized as the strongest fighter in the entire school—Dongfang Konghong!!
Maki Ikeuchi, the "Bathhouse Valkyrie," is a woman who single-handedly defeated several peeping Toms during a school trip, lifting a three-meter-tall solid wood cabinet ten meters away!
Yuuta Togashi, the Dark Flame Master known as the Little Monster, can carry seven or eight logs by hand during the school festival and can even go toe-to-toe with Fang Wuwei!
The object of worship for the Fairy Mother Society, the highest, most virtuous, most benevolent, most compassionate, and most loving, the greatest Morisummer—Nansheng Valley Mori Natsu!!
And then there's the adorable Rikka Takanashi, who somehow ended up striking a pose just like everyone else!
"Can...can we surrender?"
"Brother Cheng, we should focus on participation... and you guys better get your feet in the ground and take root now."
Isshiki Makoto stared at the bulging muscles on Fang Wuwei's arm, swallowed hard, and looked ashen-faced.