Why is the Demon King like this?

Chapter 102 The Last Day of the Ball Games

"Sage—the manpower is all arranged."

"Then let's proceed according to plan."

"yes!"

In the dimly lit room, only a single candle flickered, and as the attendees' spirits departed, the flickering light became increasingly noticeable.

The saint, seated in the main seat, wore a black Taoist robe and had a gilded holy mask covering his face, which flickered in the candlelight.

Each layer of shadow seemed to be filled with the howling of evil spirits.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, lost in thought.

Before him was a map overlooking the private high school.

"Where is your sword hidden, Ao Keisuke?" he murmured to himself.

Outside the dark room, the Friday sun was slowly rising.

After finishing his morning exercise, Qing Guijie's spirituality index had reached 199, partly due to his daily consistent training.

One of the reasons is that I fought with Hanako No. 1 yesterday.

After his spirituality reached this bottleneck, he also had a premonition that 200 spirituality in this world meant another level of transformation.

Therefore, a much larger accumulation is required.

Similar to needing to reach a value of "100" to activate the spirit, this is also a hurdle.

Of course, this is by no means a problem for him.

Last night, the Demon King stayed up all night, recuperating and perfecting his spells. He even specially contacted Hanako7274 during that time.

The system was summoned and further tests were conducted, yielding some results.

On my way to school, I met Mrs. Arisugawa in the elevator.

"Seikyu-kun, do you know what happened at school? Asuka has been hiding in her room since yesterday and won't come out."

"It's probably because we didn't get a good ranking in the competition," Keisuke Ao said.

"is that so?"

Mrs. Arisugawa looked incredulous: "Asuka isn't the type to be upset about something like this. I really don't know what's wrong with her! Aokei-kun, if you're free after the ball game this afternoon, I hope you can come to our house and help comfort Asuka."

"Me?"

Qing Guijie paused for a moment, then nodded slightly: "If I have time, I will pay you a visit."

"That's wonderful! I heard you have a final competition today? Auntie wishes you the best of luck!"

"Thanks."

It seems the class monitor isn't planning to go to school today either.

Upon arriving at school, the atmosphere was even more heated because the ball skills competition was on its last day, with only the major events remaining. The topics of conversation quickly became aligned.

Class 5's opponent today was quite formidable; the class had three key players from the basketball club.

On the one hand, the second-year students are the backbone of the clubs, and on the other hand, it was also due to the luck of the class assignments that they were able to get together to play basketball with their brothers.

The basketball game between the two classes is currently dominating the thread.

Everyone is wondering whether the basketball prince from Class 5 is more powerful, or whether the three towering figures from Class 2 will prevail.

Even the group of followers that Qing Guijie had gathered were quite uncertain, worried that they would hold Qing Guijie back.

Compared to the whole class discussing it, the fact that Yuto Nakagawa led his team to the finals was quite quiet. The soccer team couldn't even muster a few cheerleaders, which was truly heartbreaking.

This prompted the sports committee member to roar in frustration: "Japanese football has fallen to the precipice of danger!"

Unfortunately, his good friend is currently busy researching and perfecting his father-protecting tactics and has no time to pay attention to him.

Keisuke Aokiji, on the other hand, was completely unfazed. He didn't even watch the Class 2 match video that his teammates sent him. When they asked him about it, he casually said that he had watched it.

While resting in the classroom, he suddenly sensed a subtle feeling of being spied on.

That gaze wasn't directly directed at him, but rather encompassed the entire school within its observation scope. However, its ability to conceal spirituality and emotions was far too crude compared to Hanako No. 1.

That malice, seemingly concealed in a pretentious manner, inadvertently revealed most of its true nature.

Keisuke Ao laughed with increasing delight. The prey had taken the bait, and the curtain was finally about to rise. It was truly something to look forward to, to see what today would bring.

Then, he quickly sensed the presence of Hanako No. 1, who had voluntarily exposed her buttocks.

The stubborn Hanako refused to show her face, so she used this method to indicate that she agreed to the conditions proposed by Ao Keisuke.

An invisible vortex stirred up the unclaimed spirituality surrounding Kong Hai Si Gao, weaving it into an invisible net, quietly waiting for its prey to stumble into it.

"Qinggui-kun, the match is about to start!" A cheerleader came over to remind him, "Good luck!"

"Thanks."

The classroom erupted in cheers, and the other team members and football team members, full of optimism, readily accepted this encouragement that wasn't theirs to receive.

Great, that's all great! I'm really motivated!

"Set off."

With a wave of his hand, Qing Keijie was still fired up, even though it wasn't a big deal at all!

Oh, right—we should also keep an eye on the progress of Komatsu's wish-making.

However, the progress of this matter is mainly controlled by President Hoshino. If she hadn't been so uninterested, she probably would have solved the problem long ago by using her financial power.

After changing their clothes, the basketball team all turned their attention to Keisuke Ao.

"Brother, would you like to say a few words?"

Qing Keisuke:

"————"

"I understand, what you mean is that this was just a trivial battle! The opponent was utterly worthless trash!"

We just need to do our own thing!

"Hey, you!" Aoki Keisuke glared at Daimon, who had just spoken. "Don't try to sneak in your own agenda!"

But then he couldn't help but laugh: "But overall, you're not wrong."

The team members immediately relaxed, laughing and rushing over to rub the man's buzz cut, pinch his butt, and jokingly call him a "key player".

"Crush the school team!"

"Rush!"

"Shiraishi, what are you doing? Are you going to the stadium or not?!" Tsukishima glared at her best friend. It was her friend who invited her to watch the game last night, but now she was sitting at the consultation table, holding a pen and writing something in the medical record book, and not answering her phone.

Upon closer inspection, Tsukishima discovered that Shiraishi Chizuru was merely scribbling nonsense. A few words were written in the corner, but they had been completely obscured and were unrecognizable.

"Huh? Ah!"

Shiraishi Chizuru snapped out of her daze, a suspicious blush appearing on her face.

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"What did you just say?"

Tsukishima glanced at her watch with annoyance, wondering what was wrong with her best friend again: "The match starts in ten minutes!"

"The competition? — Yes, I understand."

Chizuru Shiraishi got up, but when she caught a glimpse of the hospital bed where she and Keisuke Ao had kissed, she suddenly covered her face in embarrassment.

A vein bulged on Tsukishima's forehead, and without hesitation, he reached out and punched her on the head, bringing reason back to Shiraishi Chizuru's mind.

Shiraishi Chizuru immediately let out a miserable scream, clutched her head and spun around several times before finally rolling onto the hospital bed with a thud.

"it hurts!"

Tsukishima sneered, "It's normal for it to hurt when I help you fix your brain."

"Tsukishima-sensei's first finger is a chisel, and his second finger is an electric drill—" Shiraishi Chizuru muttered to herself, "He's a perverted teacher who's good at brain surgery."

Tsukishima gave her bottom another smack, saying irritably, "What are you muttering about? You've been acting really strange these past few days. What's wrong?"

"I, Tsukishima Tan, lost my first kiss yesterday."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Tsukishima silently remembered those words, but said aloud, "I stole your first kiss back in high school."

"Why?!!"

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