Study Monster Cultivation System

Chapter 65 - 065 Your voice is loud

Meanwhile.

The school’s supreme secret realm, class one of grade twelve.

"What are you sleeping for, watch the game," Qiao Bixia shook Xu Mengxi’s desk.

"I’m really sleepy... Sister Xia, let me go..." Xu Mengxi lay on the Totoro pillow, clinging to both sides of the desk.

"Come on, class four’s playing today, Jiang Shuai’s class."

"That’s even more reason for me to sleep..." Xu Mengxi shook her head firmly, "Besides, I don’t understand it even if I watch."

"I’m here to commentate for you," Qiao Bixia didn’t care, and grabbed Xu Mengxi up right away.

"Hey hey hey!" Xu Mengxi struggled hard before she finally got away, "At least let me take a book to read."

"So affected," Qiao Bixia clapped her hands and said to the girls in the front row with a smile, "Mengxi is going to watch her puppy’s match."

"What?" the girl looked up alertly and repeated with an even louder voice, "Mengxi is going to watch the match of the boy who likes her?"

"Mengxi is going to watch the match of the boy she likes?"

"Mengxi is going to watch her boyfriend’s match?"

The whole class buzzed with excitement.

All heading out.

Xu Mengxi’s biggest fear was coming true.

She wanted to sleep to avoid being talked about.

"Qiao Bixia..." she said, holding her book with a sense of grievance, "if you keep this up... I will... I will... I will..."

"See, you can’t do anything about it," Qiao Bixia laughed out loud, embracing her and walking out.

Xu Mengxi held her head in despair, on the verge of tears.

Chose my friends unwisely, didn’t I.

...

On the basketball court, the P.E. teacher with the parted hair stood on the center line, reiterating the rules to both sides.

"The game is divided into two halves, 15 minutes each, 30 minutes total."

"10-minute break at halftime."

"During the game, you can call me to substitute players when the ball is dead, we are amateurs, let’s not call timeouts."

"Three fouls mean a player is out."

"Serious fouls result in direct loss."

"If there are no issues, let’s start the game."

Ling Shijie smiled and asked, "What’s considered a serious foul, Teacher Wang?"

"Quit your yapping," the P.E. Teacher Wang turned to Jiang Qinghua, "Any issues in class four?"

Jiang Qinghua hurriedly raised his hand, "One of our main players has gone to the restroom."

"Heh," Ling Shijie spat and laughed, "Look how scared you are, I’m just going to play normally, I won’t pick on you."

Teacher Wang also glanced at his watch, "It’s time already, class four should substitute someone else in."

Just as he was about to blow the whistle, he suddenly remembered something and asked Jiang Qinghua, "The one who went to the restroom, the one with the fluffy hair, is that Li Zheng?"

"Right."

"Oh... well then... When nature calls, there’s nothing you can do. Let’s wait a bit longer," Teacher Wang turned away to gaze at the scenery, hands behind his back.

"..."

On another court, two humanities classes had already started their game.

Ten boys, all so limp, there’s just no helping it.

On this side of the court, they were still waiting for someone.

Just as everyone was getting annoyed and about to start complaining...

An extraordinary bruiser jogged onto the court.

Unlike the other players in T-shirts and sports jerseys...

He was decked out in a full Shougang team uniform as if he had just finished a pro league game.

So shaming it sent chills down one’s spine.

Especially for the people from class two.

"Who does he think he is?"

"Does he really have to be this shameless..."

"At least wear some Kobe Jordan... What’s with Shougang?"

The people from class four were also embarrassed.

Li Zheng, you’ve changed.

Still, it was Tang Zhifei who, oblivious to all, raised her arm and shouted, "Go Li Zheng! Go!"

The boys and girls followed her shouting, managing to dissipate some of the embarrassment.

Li Zheng ran into the middle of the court shamefully, with his head down, high-fiving his teammates.

Because of this outfit, his current charm value was only 9.3.

A rough estimate of the spectators, and there were nearly a hundred girls.

This wouldn’t do.

Suddenly.

His charm value plummeted again, approaching zero.

Doomed.

Qiao Bixia had arrived.

Li Zheng clenched his fist in resentment.

Life is hard.

Lin Yujing, could you come and block for us?

Seeing Li Zheng arrive, Teacher Wang, the PE teacher, blew his whistle.

"Take your positions."

Jiang Qinghua and the two-meter-tall center from Class 2 stood in the center circle, ready to jump for the ball.

With a whistle, Teacher Wang tossed the ball into the air.

Both players leaped at the same time.

Jiang Qinghua, like reaching for the moon, soared to the highest point, a full half arm’s length ahead of his opponent, scooped his hand back, and slapped the ball toward their half of the court, landing it accurately in the arms of the point guard, Chen Sen.

The fan club immediately started shouting as if on steroids: "Jiang Shuai, Jiang Shuai, MVP!"

The whole class cheered on fiercely.

The game began!

Chen Sen controlled the ball, with Class 4’s army pressing forward.

Jiang Qinghua then started to move, trying to create an opening.

But then.

A dark-skinned crew-cut guy suddenly blocked his path.

The crew-cut man bent down and spread his arms as if planning to give Jiang Qinghua a hug, sticking close to him.

Jiang Qinghua made several quick stops and turns, but the guy was relentlessly pursuing him.

Even when they ran back to the mid-court line, the man was still clinging to him.

Jiang Qinghua realized that this guy’s eyes were not on the ball at all, only on him.

He was purely there to be annoying.

"Are you freaking sick?" Jiang Qinghua cursed angrily, "NMSL?"

"Tweet tweet!"

Teacher Wang had great ears; he instantly blew the whistle and called out: "Insults are prohibited; offensive foul, Class 2 gets the ball at mid-court."

In an instant, the cheering for Class 2 drowned out everything else.

Ling Shijie, barely containing his laughter, ran behind Jiang Qinghua and whispered: "NMSL, now that’s the volume you should use, get it?"

On the court, on the Class 4 side, Chen Sen and Liu Yonghui ran back to their half of the court, fists clenched in frustration.

"Coach Jiang, let’s take it easy, yeah?"

"That call was too frustrating."

On the sidelines, Class 4’s cheering was also hit hard.

It was Tang Zhifei who was the first to stand tall with his arm raised: "Come on! Defense!"

Only then did the others reluctantly join in the chant.

But this time, Zhang Xiaoke didn’t make a sound.

She even had some disdain.

Their class’s basketball sucked.

Just then.

"Yikes, isn’t that Zilong?" A hefty figure pounced over.

Zhang Xiaoke shuddered from head to toe. Without turning around, she could roughly tell who was coming by the shadow, and said while dodging: "We... we’re not that close, you know..."

At this moment, Tang Zhifei also noticed the big guy and immediately pulled him over to their side.

"Bixia, Bixia, you’ve got a loud voice, come on and cheer for our class."

"Sure thing, Teacher Tang," Qiao Bixia then pulled Xu Mengxi along to stand with Class 4 outsides the sideline, rolling up her sleeves to assess the situation, "Don’t rush, let me feel it out first."

On the court, the offense and defense switched.

Class 2 on the offense, Class 4 on the defense.

Yet even so, the Slime Monster didn’t ease up on Jiang Qinghua.

"What the heck, man, it’s your turn to attack, why are you following me?" Jiang Qinghua, under his pressure, frantically chased after Ling Shijie.

The Slime Monster did not respond and seemed quite excited.

On the other side, Class 2’s offense was quite patient, passing the ball frequently in an attempt to create an opening.

Li Zheng, regardless of others, constantly kept a close watch on his bespectacled opponent, daring not make any slip-ups.

But problems still arose.

Jiang Qinghua had initially been marking Ling Shijie, but due to his tangle with the Slime Monster, he had lost his position inexplicably.

Ling Shijie easily broke through to the edge of the three-second zone, leapt effortlessly, and made a zero-degree mid-range shot.

Swish.

Score.

Ling Shijie smiled slightly, raised his arms in celebration, and returned to his half of the court.

"Class 2!! Class 2!!! Class 2!!"

The cheering for Class 2 overwhelmingly filled the court.

The scoreboard keeper also adjusted the score.

[Class 4: 0, Class 2: 2].

"Damn it..." Liu Xin looked towards Jiang Qinghua with frustration.

Seeing him tormented by the crew-cut man, he felt it wasn’t right to blame him.

With gritted teeth, Liu Xin had no choice but to take on the role of temporary leader, clapping his hands as he ran toward his teammates.

"It’s okay, take it slow."

"This year is different, we’ve got Brother Li."

"From now on, we’ll focus on Li Zheng’s movement."