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Chapter 249 - 137. Sports Festival (2)

Chapter 249: 137. Sports Festival (2)

Goda High School’s sports field, many universities may not even compare.

Firstly, it’s very large, from the grandstand looking at the person standing in the center, the high school students appear only the size of elementary students; saying it’s a small racecourse is not an exaggeration.

Moreover, all kinds of facilities are new and complete, there’s never an issue where the baseball club is playing baseball on one side and the track and field club is practicing running on the other.

"What exactly are we practicing?" Dubian Che, changed into sportswear, squatted halfway on the ground, and began warming up by stretching his legs left and right.

Kiyono Lin, also in sportswear, held a notebook in one hand and supported her chin with the other.

After thinking for a while, she said, "First is ’long-distance soccer shooting.’"

"What are the rules?"

"The goal is to ensure the ball can go in; the farther the shot, the higher the ranking. Unlike usual, there will be no one at the goal..."

At that moment, a female member of the track and field club sprinted past the two, her ponytail flying, breasts bouncing, buttocks swaying, legs...

"Mr. Dubian, please repeat what I just said."

"Under the premise that the ball can go in," Dubian Che unobtrusively shifted his gaze back from following the track and field club member, "the farther the shot, the higher the ranking..."

After he repeated it exactly, Kiyono Lin, as if nothing had happened, continued explaining.

"...that’s all."

"I understand," Dubian Che nodded.

"Then, let’s go find the sports teacher to apply for the use of the soccer ball and field."

"Is it that troublesome? Can’t we just borrow one from the soccer club?"

"Do you know anyone in the soccer club?" Kiyono Lin asked.

"No."

"Then who will you borrow from?"

Dubian Che did not answer, simply walking towards the soccer club.

Kiyono Lin followed, slightly curious as she watched his confident demeanor.

As a result, he and the female manager of the soccer club...

"Look," Dubian Che said, balancing a soccer ball on his knee, "not only did we get the ball, but we also got the right to use the goal."

"Yes."

"It doesn’t matter whether I know someone or not, when I, Dubian, ask to borrow something, no one has ever refused me."

"You’re just good-looking." She sighed, releasing her hand from massaging her forehead, "Enough talk, let’s focus on practicing."

"Your turn or mine?"

"What do you think?"

"Your turn."

Kiyono Lin walked toward the goal without uttering another word.

Dubian Che stood still, estimating the distance between himself and the goal, 30 meters, at which he could almost guarantee the power and accuracy.

Having attended sports classes for over half a year, relying on his cleverness and superhuman physique—recent events had made him exceptionally good at most sports.

Previously unaware due to his laziness, it seemed he had some natural talent for sports.

Stabilizing the ball, he sharply kicked it out.

The soccer ball soared, spinning towards the goal with a beautiful curve, like a rainbow.

Unfortunately, it missed, striking the goalpost.

This was only the first shot; with no one to disturb him, Dubian Che believed he would soon be able to score from this distance with 100% certainty.

He jogged to retrieve the ball, only to find that Kiyono Lin was already walking toward him, holding the soccer ball.

"Are you going to be in charge of picking up the ball?"

"It’s a matter for the Human Observation Department; of course, I should contribute," Kiyono Lin said matter-of-factly, "also, to save you energy for practice."

"Great Minister!" Dubian Che took the soccer ball.

Watching Kiyono Lin walk back toward the goal, Dubian Che placed the ball on the ground and kicked it out again.

The ball rolled around two meters near the goal and stopped.

Kiyono Lin picked up the ball, walked over, and handed it to him: "Why did you suddenly miss by so much?"

"I’m not a professional soccer player; your expectations of me are too high."

"Was the first shot just a fluke?"

"A fluke? Who do you think I am?!" Dubian Che, irritated, drove the ball into the ground, neither taking a run-up nor building up power, just kicked.

The soccer ball shot out with a "bang," causing Kiyono Lin to involuntarily turn her head.

The ball, like a drill, carried a swirl of wind toward the goal, missing it by a meter.

"See!" Dubian Che placed his right hand across his forehead, gazing toward the goal to assess the distance, "It’s closer than last time; with more practice, I can definitely score from this distance today."

Kiyono Lin nodded, agreeing with him.

She walked back, picked up the ball, and Dubian Che kicked it out again.

"Ah, too bad, it’s a bit far this time."

The fourth try was a bit better.

The fifth, a little better.

The sixth, worse.

"Do you want to rest for a while? I can pick..."

"Focus on practicing." Kiyono Lin cut him off sharply, then removing her sports jacket to reveal a white short-sleeved shirt with her surname, she folded the jacket neatly, placed it together with the notebook next to Dubian Che, and then walked back towards the goal.

Halfway there, the soccer ball flew past her in the air, landing not far from the goal.

The seventh time, it hit the goalpost.

The eighth, it went farther.

The ninth attempt.

Kiyono Lin panted, her fine hair at her temples damp with sweat.

"I think we should take a break," Dubian Che said, holding the ball.

Kiyono Lin tried to speak but couldn’t catch her breath right away; after a moment, she shook her head, indicating for him to continue.

Dubian Che threw the ball out, not waiting for it to land, he kicked it up.

Hand on his forehead, he followed the ball with his eyes: "It’s a bit closer, seems like I’m getting the feel."

Kiyono Lin nodded slowly, walking towards the still-rolling ball, stopping only a few steps later.

Without the ball, Dubian Che would practice shooting without the ball, constantly adjusting his power while finding the angle.

Seeing her suddenly stand still, he asked in confusion, "What’s wrong? Can’t hold up anymore?"