Chapter 28: You Do It If You Can!

Wangchuan Qiqqi and her best friend were both staring tensely at the arena, eyes unblinking, afraid of missing any of the brilliance.

Although she wasn't a Spirit Master, Wangchuan Qiqqi especially loved this kind of intense collision game.

Thick long cues, stabbing into balls, emitting crisp sound after crisp sound — it was simply too wonderful.

Wangchuan Qiqqi looked at the unprepossessing Guo Jiuzhu, her eyes flashing with wonder.

This somewhat awkward-looking boy actually seemed a bit handsome.

For boys with superb ball skills, Wangchuan Qiqqi's heart always automatically added points.

Coach Chu Feng sat on the coaching bench, secretly sizing up Li Qingran with his peripheral vision.

From initial disdain to current astonishment.

Even he couldn't see through the outcome of each match, yet this student could always hit the mark right from the opening.

This was simply incomprehensible.

Down on the court, the seventh Spirit Control Ball match began.

This round, the opponent sent Lin Yunhui onto the court.

Li Qingran's gaze fell on Lin Yunhui, her calm eyes rippling slightly: "A postnatally awakened Spirit Master, ah."

Spirit Masters are divided into two types: one type has a Guardian Spirit dwelling in their body from birth, and upon meeting certain conditions, they awaken.

The other type originally has no Guardian Spirit, but postnatally gains the favor of yaomo guiguai and such, and they are willing to give up their freedom, form a contract, and become a Guardian Spirit.

Prophet Li Qingran spoke again: "Second Middle School will lose this round."

Heiye asked doubtfully: "How so? Postnatally obtained Guardian Spirits are mostly mediocre, right?"

Li Qingran smiled and shook her head: "Don't be foolish. For the sake of its master, that Guardian Spirit can toil like an ox or horse — as long as its master gives it grass, that's enough. Can you do that?"

Heiye's brows arched: "I keep feeling there's something in your words."

"Literal meaning."

"Oh."

Lin Yunhui was an orphan from the slums, living in a dilapidated house.

And in this house, there was a lonely One-Legged Ghost.

The One-Legged Ghost, a ghost unique to Han Country, is a monster transformed from a broom or fire poker that gained sentience, generally living in abandoned houses.

This monster's characteristic is that it likes to imitate humans; to understand humans, it often mixes into human society to live.

Ten years of constant companionship, affection grew with time.

The One-Horned Ghost watched Lin Yunhui day after day, unknowingly falling for this girl, and became her Guardian Spirit.

With the One-Legged Ghost's ability assisting her, Lin Yunhui's striking accuracy improved considerably, making her a skilled player.

Perhaps the heavens heard Hua Fenglang's inner voice.

Guo Jiuzhu's unfettered ball paths, honed from countless battles with park old-timers, lost their previous effectiveness against Lin Yunhui.

His five consecutive wins were ended by Lin Yunhui!

The score became 5:2.

At this time, Busan Girls' International High School of Han Country, counting Lin Yunhui, had only five remaining contestants.

While Heihai No. 2 Middle School still had eight people who hadn't played, including the eager and raring-to-go Hua Fenglang.

However you looked at it, victory seemed hopeful; at worst it was a fifty-fifty situation.

But Lin Yunhui and her Guardian Spirit weren't willing to lose the match easily.

Especially the Guardian Spirit One-Legged Ghost, which had mustered all its strength, determined to use this opportunity to let Lin Yunhui soar to great heights.

From then on, one person and one spirit living day after day, night after night, mmm and aah — truly something to look forward to, ah.

The following matches left the Second Middle School crowd deeply disappointed.

Following Guo Jiuzhu's defeat, Second Middle School's Lin Yi, Niu Er, Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, and Mu Chen who took the court next lost one after another!

Lin Yunhui consecutively cut down six of Second Middle School's great generals.

The score between Hua Country and Han Country became 5:8.

Heihai No. 2 Middle School had only two people left who hadn't played.

Actually, only Hua Fenglang alone remained.

The technical scrub lined up to play last could be completely ignored.

While the five remaining from Busan Girls' International High School of Han Country were all famous experts in the Han Country high school Spirit Control Ball world.

The audience at the scene were all maintaining a very good mindset at this point.

Having experienced Guo Jiuzhu's five consecutive wins, then the six consecutive losses — such dramatic ups and downs.

Everything else now seemed like small potatoes.

The hard-won winning chances from the early stage turned into foam.

The principal's expression was exceptionally ugly.

He could foresee the result of this invitation tournament.

Hua Fenglang alone with one cue against five sisters — limited stamina, defeat was a nailed-on certainty.

This meant that after today, the news of Heihai City Spirit Master No. 2 Middle School's defeat to Busan Girls' International High School of Han Country would spread nationwide.

Heihai City Spirit Master No. 2 Middle School would be forever nailed to the pillar of shame in domestic Spirit Control Ball.

Even if later, Hua Country's Spirit Control Billiards developed to a world-leading level, there would always be people mentioning this first Hua-Han invitation tournament in the Wannan region.

The image of Lin Yunhui consecutively slaying six generals, even seven or eight generals, would be forever remembered by the world.

While Heihai City No. 2 Middle School would be imprisoned in the shadow of Lin Yunhui and Busan Girls' International High School of Han Country, never to rise again for all eternity.

Coach Chu Feng could only silently pray, hoping Hua Fenglang could hold firm, hold firm again, hold firm yet again, hold firm time and time again!

Off the court, Lin Yunhui was full of heroic spirit, unstoppable; she confidently declared: "If I, Lin Yunhui, cannot single-handedly break through Hua Country, I'll strip-dance on the spot!"

The venue was originally dead silent; upon hearing Lin Yunhui's declaration, it suddenly erupted into an uproar.

"Brothers, I'm alive again! Go Hua Fenglang! Go Second High!"

"Brothers, why not louder? Get rowdy, get fired up, cheer for Hua Fenglang!"

"Vulgar! Intolerably vulgar! We don't care to watch any striptease; I just want to ask one thing — are you dancing alone, or all of you?"

"..."

Bearing the full weight of pressure, it was finally Hua Fenglang's turn to take the stage.

"Heaven oils my fate, not me!"

When the time truly came for him to show his skills, Hua Fenglang instead wore a constipated expression.

In the eyes of Lin Yunhui and the visiting coach Quan Zhiqiao opposite, this was clearly a cold-and-aloof demeanor.

The two gazed at each other; Lin Yunhui read the coach's implication —

An expert — this is an expert!

Must be treated with caution.

Lin Yunhui had already formulated a strategy: from the opening, she would bring out 120% of her strength, surviving in the cracks.

Battle was on the verge of breaking out!

Everyone's hearts, especially the male students', seemed to have risen to their throats.

But Heiye in the stands, at this moment contrary to usual, was calm as water.

Because he had already learned the match result in advance from Li Qingran's mouth.

This prophet had correctly predicted 13 results in a row; Heiye no longer had any doubt.

As expected, amid everyone's hopeful gazes, the most hyped Hua Fenglang actually also fell defeated under Lin Yunhui's shorts, he lost!

How can this be played?

"Sure enough! Trash, what professional player level!" Ye Cheng cursed a blue streak.

Many at the scene were grumbling: "Too trashy, don't misunderstand, I'm not lusting after her body, just heartbroken that our alma mater lost."

Hating iron for not becoming steel!

"This level really isn't much." Li Qingran nodded slightly, expressing agreement.

This so-called professional player's ball skill couldn't even compare to him, someone who'd played only two matches of Spirit Control Collision Ball.

Some balls — aren't they just easy to score? Yet this one couldn't even go in.

It made Li Qingran deeply suspect — was this a fixed match?

Just then, Coach Chu Feng's voice, carrying anger, unwillingness, and anticipation, suddenly rang out: "You're so good, you go up then!"