My second life is a bit strange?

[Analysis completed. 】

"I'll make sure you never run into me again."

Feng's hair, damp with sweat, clung uncomfortably to her skin. She tried to tie the hair behind her ears, but it slipped down after only a short while. She had no choice but to tilt her head to the side, exposing her ears so she could better detect the other person's movements.

"You can't win by just running away."

Connor vaguely sensed that Feng in front of him had changed. Holding his breath, as time went by, anxiety and unease continued to accumulate in his heart, making him eager to end the game. He suddenly kicked his foot.

"What?!"

In the blink of an eye, Feng was in front of him.

Chapter 153 Friendship-Breaking Punch

Feng braced himself on Connor's shoulders with both hands, using his weight to press him down. As long as he didn't give Connor any distance to get going, he couldn't unleash his full power.

Connor, seeing the knee strike getting closer and closer, quickly used his hand to block it, and then suddenly flipped it away.

As if he were wrestling with a bull, Feng was about to be thrown off balance when he quickly grabbed Connor's clothes, did a somersault in the air, and came to stand behind Connor.

"Fall down!"

Feng kicked him in the back of the knee, and Connor fell to his knees. He then lunged forward, coiling around Feng's thigh like a python and dragging him to the ground.

Despite his constant kicking, Feng was unable to gain the upper hand and was instead pinned down.

"Oh, Connor has used a top pound. Our Silver-ranked player is in trouble if he doesn't break free soon."

Feng braced himself with his arms in front of him, steadily catching the opponent's attack. Seizing the opportunity, he grabbed the opponent's head, performed a bridge throw, and turned the tables.

Return all previous attacks.

This guy's punches... aren't just fast. They're incredibly heavy!

Connor yanked him aside, trying to stand up and finish the match with a heavy stomp. His movements were too exaggerated, and his intentions were obvious. Feng immediately seized the opportunity and kicked him in the abdomen.

However, this also gave the other side the opportunity to create distance.

"I finally got my chance! I'm the winner!"

Connor imagined himself standing on a green field, holding a football, surrounded by cheers.

With a burst of leg muscle strength, he used his last bit of power to crash into Feng, who hadn't yet regained his balance.

This scene made everyone in the audience hold their breath.

"Go, squad leader!!"

Feng immediately sprang to his feet, adopting a boxer's stance, without any intention of dodging.

"It seems that the exhaustion caused the Silver player to make the wrong choice."

"Yes, judging from their physical size, a head-on confrontation is not a wise move."

The commentator was not optimistic.

"This is the moment I've been waiting for!!" Feng turned his body and used his shoulder muscles to block Connor's impact, and skillfully deflected most of the force.

Then it hit Connor's face hard, grazing his ear and striking the air.

The force of the punch blinded him, and Connor had no doubt that this punch could kill him.

He sat helplessly on the ground: "I lost."

After he conceded defeat, the referee immediately blew his whistle and raised his hand to signal him to give up.

“It was a wonderful game.”

Feng arrived at his classroom and raised his right hand.

"Won!!"

Completely captivated by the exciting match, Kita sat on the bench, muttering absentmindedly, "Something's not right... this isn't right..."

Completely different from the idol dramas I imagined, this kind of hard-hitting, flesh-and-blood competition is terrifying!

Because many famous guitarists in the world have smashed their guitars while playing, she fantasized about Feng performing on stage, in the heat of the moment, smashing a piano with a punch.

【terrible! 】

Feng returned to the lounge, sat down to calm his breathing, took out his notebook from his backpack, and wrote down his experiences and shortcomings from the competition so that he could practice them repeatedly in his mind when he reviewed them later.

I took a cold shower, changed into clean clothes, put on a mask, and sneaked out.

I met Eriri outside the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium.

"What about Kaguya and Chika?"

As soon as Feng finished speaking, Chika pulled Kaguya and ran towards them. They had all agreed to go out and celebrate.

"Please wait a moment."

An unexpected person appeared; Xiangyang was standing in front of him, wearing a down jacket and a mask.

"Please teach me how to develop muscles like yours." Tears of resentment streamed from Xiangyang's eyes, an expression that tugged at the heartstrings.

"You lost." Feng handed over a tissue.

It is precisely by recognizing our own shortcomings that we can take another step forward.

"I have no idea what to eat or how to exercise. Please teach me."

Are you free tomorrow?

"Have!"

"Okay, wait for my call tomorrow. Go back and get some rest now."

Watching Xiangyang leave, Feng sighed.

"It's said he had a fever during the competition..."

"No wonder I'm so unwilling to accept this."

Kaede asked Eriri, "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Sorry, I have to attend a press conference."

"I see. Then I'll go by myself. I'll go check on Yuyuki-nii and help Shoyo find Hana. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Ishigami must be getting impatient. Let's go."

...

"Hey, Yuyuki, have you finished your homework?"

Shirogane Miyuki soaked in the large public bathhouse, folding a bunch of towels into a square and balancing them on his head to train his balance.

Otomo and Tachibana approached him with mischievous grins.

"I'm saying you guys should do it yourselves sometimes."

Shirogane Miyuki looked at them helplessly.

"There's no way around it. I can forget about high school homework, and I also have to take notes on soccer. There's simply no time to rest," Otomo kept complaining.

"I'm so envious, Yuyuki, you have so much stamina."

"I have training during the day tomorrow, but I can stay up very late tonight."

Just as Miyuki was about to say something, the bathroom door was opened, and Togashi grabbed them and pulled them away: "Gotcha."

"Please spare me. My brother is coming to see me tomorrow, so please let me rest." Yu Xing rubbed his aching temples, but the other party showed no intention of letting him go.

"That won't do. Tomorrow is the game against Funabashi. Let's all work together to figure out how to widen the score gap!"

This group of teenagers, obsessed with football, squeezed into a dormitory room, repeatedly watching their opponents' past matches.

"I'm getting hungry after watching for so long, I'll go downstairs to buy something to eat." Yu Xing put on his coat and prepared to go out.

"Dad, could you bring me one?"

"I also want!"

Yu Xing clenched his fists, wishing he could punch each of them: "You guys."

As I traveled under the cover of night to the vending machine outside the dormitory, I happened to see a beautiful lady talking to a man named Reishi.

Is she the mother of the reed people?

[You came all the way from Ehime, that's so kind of you.]

When he got closer, he found that it was not what he had expected at all; it seemed that Weiren did not want to talk to his mother.

Yuki had a feeling that Ashito had been obsessed ever since the last match.

"So what is there to worry about? Right now, I really have a feeling that I can't miss this opportunity!"

Wei Ren's mother remained silent, a hint of sadness in her eyes, while her son, who was running on the field, had lost his smile.

What exactly happened?

"Don't get in my way!"

Yuyuki clenched his fists, quickly walked to Weiren's side, and bowed to his mother: "Hello, Auntie."

"Ah... hello."

Still grieving, Aoi's mother spoke with a nasal tone. She recognized the boy; he was the one Coach Fukuda had mentioned who had taken Ashito's place.

Miyuki straightened up, took a deep breath, and said to Ashito, "We're good brothers, right?"

"Uh... yeah? Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

Upon hearing the other party's reply, Yukito punched Ashito squarely in the face.

Aoi Ashito lay on the grass, stunned, staring at him.

Miyuki grabbed Ashito by the collar and lifted him up, his expression contorted with rage: "Get out of this filthy state of yours!!"

This roar left Fukuda speechless with shock.

Anger made the veins on his neck bulge and his face flush red: "Wei-ren, calm down so you can see more! Calm down!!!"

What's the difference between these reed people and us back then...?

Your mother is already praising you for being so great, what are you asking for?!