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Chapter 85: I’ve already made it to the other side, Kiyono Lin!_2

Chapter 85: I’ve already made it to the other side, Kiyono Lin!_2

Girls from both class unintentionally glanced this way, with some lively ones directly shouting.

"Dubian, Dubian!"

Once someone started, the girls began shouting as if hooting.

"Dubian, Dubian!"

Dubian Che waved his hand in thanks, his style only missing a "Comrades, you’ve worked hard."

"Damn, even Kakuzu dares to be so presumptuous!" Kunii Shuichi glared at Dubian Che with a vicious gaze.

"Hey, it can’t be Kakuzu, can it?" Dubian Che said, at a loss for words.

"Hmph, I’ll take you down in one shot."

"Oh?" Dubian Che chuckled, "Kunii, I’m not who I used to be. Now, it’s my turn to stand on top!"

As the sports committee member, although Kunii Shuichi specialized in baseball, his high athletic nerve and sharp visual reaction made him arguably worthy of the title ’Thousand Hands·Kunii’ even when playing badminton.

The old Dubian Che really only got to pick up the shuttlecock.

But.

Jogging every morning, doing radio exercises, push-ups, swimming—it was definitely not in vain.

Plus the response of ’Grandmaster Level·Freestyle Combat’, even against Kakuzu, he needed to pin Zhujian down!

Badminton was a back and forth of shuttlecocks as Kunii Shuichi carried out a doctrine of smashes, smashes, and more smashes.

The speed of the shuttlecock was so fast that the old Dubian Che could not have caught a single one.

Dubian Che, while precisely returning each shuttlecock, selectively aimed at angles where only a left-handed stroke would reach.

After a few volleys, Dubian Che figured out the pattern, making the angles increasingly cunning.

"You’re still far behind, Kunii!"

Contrary to the domineering chant, the shuttlecock floated back as if it barely cleared the net, landing at the far left.

Kunii Shuichi stood back, ready to smash aggressively, but by the time he ran over and adjusted his unfamiliar swinging posture, it was already too late.

Defeat.

Dubian Che rested the badminton racquet on his shoulder, hands in pockets, nonchalantly striking a pose worthy of a magazine cover.

"Wow—! Dubian, Dubian!" the girls clapped, showing their support.

Pleasant moments always passed quickly. During the thirty minutes of free practice, it felt like he had only hit a few shuttles and chatted briefly about which girl looked good in sportswear, and then the time was up.

The PE teacher, based on his observation, selected the best badminton players from each class.

"Representative of class one, Kiyono Lin."

"Present."

It was natural for Kiyono Lin to be called upon for non-physical sports.

"Representative of class four, Dubian Che."

"Present!"

He, who had long been ridiculed during PE, enduring girls lapping him during races, had finally reached this point.

Effort never lies!

On the badminton court, students from class one sat on the left, and class four on the right.

Dubian Che felt like the setting resembled a taekwondo spar more than a badminton match, with everyone sitting around watching.

"Dubian, take down class one!"

"Kiyono, fight on!"

Were these people watching a TV broadcast? It was only a friendly match... Well, the slight sneer at the corner of Kiyono Lin’s mouth didn’t look like she was a ’friendship first, competition second’ kind of player.

However, he, Dubian Che, was certainly not either.

His efforts so far, apart from wanting revenge, beating Kiyono Lin was also one of his biggest motivations.

"Kiyono, let’s start the defeat with badminton."

"Is that so," Kiyono Lin responded coolly, "But using Kunii Shuichi’s baseball habits for right swings, along with his not-so-smart weaknesses, winning was just luck; I admire your optimism."

"Dubian, go for it! We are the unbeatable front! Kill her, humiliate...uh."

’Hmm, Kunii, I get your frustration. But what’s with stopping halfway through your shout, scared off by a stare? Can’t you be a man of backbone like me.’

Dubian Che looked at Kiyono Lin: "Well, let the match begin."

Regarding what Dubian Che was saying, Kiyono Lin didn’t understand at all, so she briskly started serving.

Kiyono Lin’s point-targeting skills would qualify her for any all-Island Country youth championship.

But.

"Diagonal, diagonal, trick with diagonal."

Watching Kiyono Lin running back and forth on the court, Dubian Che chuckled: "This is my Ninja Way, Kiyono."

Exhausted and gasping, Kiyono Lin eventually lost her strength to speak, her eyes unblinkingly fixed on Dubian Che’s racquet.

Some boys in the crowd jeered, thinking Dubian Che was physically bullying a girl.

Of course, some boys, seeing Kiyono Lin running all over the place, her black hair flying, her steps like the most magnificent dance, would genuinely appreciate Dubian Che.

Nevertheless, what others thought didn’t matter anymore; Dubian Che had reached a point where he didn’t care about his classmates’ opinions.

"Score 10:8, last point."

The PE teacher’s rule was, the first to reach 11 points won.

Kiyono Lin’s score was almost entirely gathered at the start of the match. After tiring, Dubian Che overtaking by two points seemed almost skillful.

As a former "sick buddy" who used to run on the track, barely faster than a tortoise, Dubian Che deeply knows the physical limits of Kiyono Lin, who had a stamina of only three points.

"Kiyono," Dubian Che’s eyes burned like torches, "I’ve already reached the other shore."

Although this phrase was inauspicious, it was too fitting for the moment.

Uchiha Madara might not win this game, but he, Dubian Che, could!

"Clap—"

The shuttlecock soared into the 2:20 PM sky.

Kiyono Lin concentrated intensely, constantly predicting the shuttle’s landing point, shifting left and right.

After a few rounds, finally, due to fatigue, her legs gave way, and she fell on the court.