Chapter 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.”

Lin Zichen explained simply to her, “That chubby senior isn’t traditionally fat, but rather a muscle man wrapped in a layer of fat. Aside from lacking agility, he maxed out his strength and defense.”

“A muscle man wrapped in a layer of fat?”

Shen Qinghan became even more puzzled and asked, “But that doesn’t make biological sense. Is it even possible to train a body like that?”

Lin Zichen: “Maybe he’s fallen into bad habits, gorging and leading to a ruined figure, or he could be ill, or some other reason. I’m not exactly sure.”

While they discussed this.

Han Yuanfeng came over from the front, smiling at Lin Zichen, and said,

“Zi Chen, it’s your turn.”

“Alright.”

Lin Zichen responded and got up to head towards the Martial Stage.

However, Han Yuanfeng didn’t rush him onto the stage but asked him to wait a moment and began a chat, “Zi Chen, that chubby senior on the stage, even among the key classes, is one of the top students.”

“Normally, you wouldn’t find a student with that kind of ability in a regular class.”

“I don’t know what’s going on this year, to suddenly have such a strong student transfer to a regular class.”

“So, don’t be disheartened if you lose later. It’s normal to lose to him; it would be abnormal to win.”

Han Yuanfeng spoke solemnly, “Anyway, just stay in the right mindset, stay on the stage as long as you can. This will be a valuable real fight for you, where you can accumulate a lot of experience, so don’t focus too much on winning or losing.”

Lin Zichen: “I will win.”

Han Yuanfeng: “?”

Forget it, young people don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth. All that talking just now was for nothing.

Well, it’s good to have confidence.

But the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment. I hope he won’t be too shattered when he loses later…

Thinking this, Han Yuanfeng stretched out his hand and patted Lin Zichen on the shoulder, saying, “Good luck.”

“Okay.”

Lin Zichen, a man of few words, briefly replied and then walked towards the Martial Stage. Under everyone’s gaze, he leapt onto the Martial Stage with a single bound.

As soon as his handsome face appeared on the Martial Stage, a chorus of adoring sighs quickly erupted from the girls of Class 2, Grade 11.

They all talked about how good-looking the younger classmate was, each wearing a smitten smile on their face.

Among them, several senior girls who had advanced straight from junior high were eagerly introducing Lin Zichen to those who didn’t know him, recounting the legends of Lin Zichen’s days in junior high.

Apart from the adoring sighs of the senior girls, there was also a multitude of cheers and shouts of encouragement from his classmates.

Even those boys who normally envied him and didn’t like him were now shouting and cheering for him.

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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