You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

"Don't pass the ball so high later."

Jiang Che leaned close to Wang Kai's ear and quickly whispered, "It doesn't matter if it gets leaked, as long as it's fast."

Wang Kai was completely confused, but looking at Jiang Che's calm face, his anger, which had almost died down, inexplicably reignited.

"Fine, I'll do as you say." Wang Kai gritted his teeth. "The worst that can happen is we lose, but we'll fight them!"

The whistle blew again.

Although the atmosphere in Class One was still somber, this time no one said anything discouraging.

Everyone was holding their breath, determined to take a bite out of the other side even if they lost.

Class 7 serves.

It was the same powerful underhand serve as always; the ball spun rapidly as it hit the ball, heading straight for the baseline corner.

"Out of bounds!"

Jiang Che glanced at the trajectory of the ball, his body remaining completely still, and directly predicted the outcome.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the ball had indeed grazed the sideline and landed outside the boundary.

"beep--"

The referee raises his flag; the ball is out of bounds.

25:25.

It's tied again.

"Damn it, you guys are lucky!"

Zhang Yang cursed, grabbed a towel from beside him, and slammed it to the ground. He yelled at the three men in the front row with a look of exasperation, "Da Long, you guys better get serious! Don't give these good-for-nothings a chance!"

The three big guys also looked displeased. Da Long spat on the ground and glared fiercely at Jiang Che.

"Kid, let's see how you die this time."

Jiang Che took the ball and stood on the service line.

He twirled the volleyball in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the net and around the feet of the three players. A slight, quick twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Let's give it a try then."

Let's see if your wall is harder, or if my brain is smarter.

The referee's whistle blew—

Jiang Che tossed the ball high into the air. This time, instead of using a powerful jump serve, he served a light, floating overhand serve.

Although the ball's speed wasn't very fast, its trajectory was extremely unpredictable, veering left and right.

The opposing team's reception of the ball was a bit chaotic, and the setter had to run a couple of steps before managing to get the ball back up.

"Erhu! Dunk him!" Zhang Yang shouted.

The ball reached the net, and Erhu roared and jumped up to deliver a powerful smash.

Normally, this shot would be a sure kill.

But Jiang Che had been watching him for a while.

Jiang Che had already predicted the location a second before Erhu jumped.

He took two steps back, his knees slightly bent, and his hands firmly placed in front of him, choosing to take the hit head-on!

"Bang!"

The ball, heavy as a ton of bricks, slammed into Jiang Che's forearm with a thud. Jiang Che groaned, his arm tingling from the impact, but he didn't budge an inch.

The ball was lifted high.

"Wang Kai!"

Without Jiang Che's prompting, Wang Kai had already moved, steadily raising the ball.

The ball reached the net again.

The three big guys still didn't even look, and reflexively jumped up again, their six arms instantly forming a large net.

It was even denser and higher than the previous one.

They looked down at Jiang Che from their high vantage point in the air, their eyes full of mockery.

Jiang Che took a running start, jumped, and stood parallel to the three burly men in mid-air.

A slight smile played on his lips. He then swung his arm, making a gesture as if he were going to smash the ball through the wall with all his might.

The three opponents' pupils contracted, their muscles tensed, and they lowered their blocking hands even further.

On the surface, this ball still seems to be in a dead end, after all, the opponent's net is blocking the way, and Jiang Che has no way to hit the ball over it.

Zhang Yang had already flashed a victorious smile, his mouth practically stretched to his ears.

However, in the very next second—

Jiang Che's tense waist and abdomen suddenly relaxed, and his arm, which had been swinging in a wide arc, did not strike down. Instead, at the moment of contact with the ball, his wrist flicked outward in an extremely strange way.

"Bang!"

The volleyball didn't hit the opponent's court; instead, it slammed hard into the outside of Ah Qiang's hand at the very edge.

Because of the immense force, the ball changed direction immediately after hitting my hand and bounced out of bounds.

"The thug is out of bounds!"

The sports committee member was the first to react, and his voice cracked from shouting.

The volleyball lands, out of bounds.

The referee blew his whistle and pointed at Class 1, indicating that a point had been scored.

26:25.

Class 1 has once again secured match point.

The entire stadium was silent for a second, then erupted into cheers even louder than before.

"Holy crap! That's awesome!"

"This works?! That's incredibly fast-thinking!"

The three big guys landed completely bewildered, staring at their swollen, red hands, utterly confused about what had happened.

They clearly stopped them, didn't they?

How did we lose points?

"You all better be damn smarter!"

Zhang Yang couldn't sit still any longer. Pointing at the three players on the field, he unleashed a torrent of abuse, "If we lose another point, where will I put my face? Huh? Are you three just sitting around doing nothing?"

"Defense! Keep your arms out straight! Anyone who pulls their arms back will be crippled!"

Da Long and his friends were already feeling aggrieved, and after being scolded like that, their faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

But since he had already accepted the favor, he couldn't very well make a scene now, so he could only grit his teeth and get back into his place.

However, their mentality had already crumbled to pieces, after all, the psychological trauma left by the ball hitting the hand and going out of bounds was too great.

If I reach out, I'm afraid I'll get hit; if I don't reach out, I'm afraid I'll be trapped.

How the hell do you play this?

This must be what they mean by being drenched in sweat.

Jiang Che stood in front of the net, tossing the ball in his hand, his gaze casually sweeping over the three faces opposite him, each filled with a look of inner turmoil.

He could tell what these physically strong guys were thinking even without using his brain.

They're probably afraid he'll try something underhanded again.

With this kind of mental fortitude, one can basically say goodbye to competitive sports.

Since you're so afraid of being thugs, then I'll just have to grant your wish.

"Wang Kai," Jiang Che called out, turning his head.

"exist!"

Wang Kai was bursting with energy. He felt so relieved to have scored that point. Now, even if Jiang Che asked him to blow up a bunker, he would probably carry a dynamite pack and charge in.

"Same as always, send it quickly."

"Still the same spot?"

"Yes, don't hesitate, trust me."

"All done!"

When the whistle blows, it's time for the next team to serve.

The ball went over the volleyball net and landed in the back row. The guy in the middle probably panicked, because his arm went limp when he caught the ball, so the ball bounced over the net without any real threat to Jiang Che and his team.

The free agents didn't even need to leap; they simply took a step forward and smoothly delivered the ball to the net.

The delivery rate is 100%.

"Brother Che!" Wang Kai shouted, throwing the ball out with both hands.

Jiang Che immediately took a running start and jumped, making an extremely exaggerated movement.

He swung his arm in a wide arc, his muscles tense, and his fierce expression made it seem like he was about to perish together with the human wall opposite him.

When he reached the highest point in the air, he deliberately flicked his wrist outwards.

This action was so obvious; it was practically writing "I'm going to hit someone out of bounds" on his forehead.

"Remove your hand! Remove your hand now!"

Zhang Yang was frantic on the sidelines, his voice hoarse from shouting, "He's going to hit my hand! Don't let him touch it!"