Chapter 29: I Can, I'll Go Up

Coach Chu Feng was already irritated and distracted; hearing the endless jeering again, he couldn't help but turn and roar at the stands.

"You can, you go up!"

"youcanyouup, nocannobibi!"

In the stands, a classmate covered their face and wept bitterly.

"Coach, we're just too heartbroken. I don't care about any striptease; what pains me is what'll happen if our alma mater loses!"

"Yeah! Is there really no one who can save Second High?"

"Who's the last person going out to compete?"

"It doesn't matter. Even Hua Fenglang lost; whoever goes up is useless!"

"..."

At the coach's bench, before Chu Feng, a boy asked obsequiously: "Coach, my cue hurts. Let someone else go up. I'll take leave!"

He was the last makeweight; his ball skills were truly mediocre.

He had self-awareness; going up would just be delivering food to Lin Yunhui.

The victor becomes king, the loser becomes bandit.

Today, whoever loses to the Korean girl will inevitably be mocked by others for a very long time.

He couldn't bear it, unwilling to take the court and invite suffering.

"Where's your blood spirit? Bring out your blood spirit as a man!" Chu Feng's face was dark, spittle flying, but no matter how he persuaded, that boy just wouldn't go on court.

The boy's face showed shame: "Sorry Coach, I really hurt and have no strength left. The will is there but the strength isn't."

The school leaders not far off, seeing this scene, all had ugly expressions.

Ye Cheng sighed: "How shameful. My great China, must we today lose to this barbarian petty state?"

"Alas." Li Qingran shook his head helplessly: "So be it. I count as a student of this school too."

As Ye Cheng said, this invitational tournament involved China's face.

If we lose, who knows how many ill-intentioned overseas media will seize on it to make a fuss.

Ye Cheng's eyes widened, looking at Li Qingran: "No way..."

Li Qingran nodded, rising calmly, eyes sharp as he looked down at Chu Feng: "This last person, I'll go."

Chu Feng was shocked and doubtful: "You go?"

Li Qingran walked step by step, carefree, toward the control spirit ball table: "I can, I go up!"

The female homeroom teacher sitting at the instructor's seat saw Li Qingran and said angrily: "This student, now is not the time for jokes. Hurry up and get down for me."

She then said to Chu Feng: "Teacher Chu, sorry. This is our class's new transfer student who just arrived today. Where would he know how to play control spirit ball? He only knows playing ball and watching ball."

Li Qingran didn't get angry, just sneered: "How do you know I can't? Can't I be an expert?"

The female homeroom teacher laughed a goose-honk laugh: "You're a control spirit billiards expert? I might as well say I'm the ace of the Black Sea City Club?"

Ye Cheng muttered quietly: "You're the ace? You're the one who'll get crushed by whom."

Li Qingran's lips curled in amusement: "Coincidentally, not long ago someone really invited me to be some Happy Unlimited Club's ace."

"Happy Unlimited Club?" The female homeroom teacher was even more speechless: "Kid, I'm doing this for your own good. You go up and you'll only get scolded, and drag down the whole Class One, and me the homeroom teacher along with it..."

Just then, Chu Feng suddenly interjected: "Sao, Teacher Shao, I believe him."

Then, Chu Feng made a welcoming gesture: "This student, you can you up."

Female homeroom teacher: "You believe him? Teacher Chu, you wouldn't have gone stupid, would you?"

The female homeroom teacher felt Chu Feng must be crazy, to believe even this.

"Fine. If you really win, I'll strip dance along with the Korean team!"

She was certain Li Qingran would lose.

"No need. Eyesore."

Li Qingran nodded to Chu Feng and went on court just like that.

Lin Yunhui had defeated seven generals in a row, yet among the remaining five players her ball skills weren't even the strongest.

"Who's this handsome guy? Which class?"

"The school's control spirit ball varsity team doesn't have this person."

"..."

Once Li Qingran came out, the students on site discussed spiritedly.

Wangchuan Qiq also saw Li Qingran and asked curiously: "The next match's player is him? What's going on."

The bestie sitting beside her heard this and asked: "You know him? How's his technique?"

Wangchuan Qiq said with a helpless face: "Got into Second High through my mom's connections. You think he could have any whip-long-moist-technique?"

Korean coach Quan Zhiqiao and Lin Yunhui looked at Li Qingran's cue-holding action, both with mocking faces. One look at this action and you know he's an amateur.

Quan Zhiqiao looked at Chu Feng and smiled: "Looks like you've already given up, randomly sending a person up."

Chu Feng didn't answer; everything awaits watching with bated breath.

This game, Second High's side breaks.

Li Qingran's movements were unhurried; one stroke poked out, pa!

After the collision, three balls went in total.

Then, Li Qingran one stroke one ball, stroke without empty poke, until finally sinking the black ball.

One stroke clears the table!

In control spirit billiards competition, without fouls, one can keep striking until all target balls are pocketed; this is called "one stroke clear table".

The venue was silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause.

Pa pa pa pa!

"Holy shit! A clearance in one visit!"

"Won!"

"I've got a friend who wants to ask—is there a striptease performance now?"

"..."

Everyone cheered as Li Qingran put an end to Lin Yunhui's six-win streak.

The female homeroom teacher stood up, her expression a picture: "Definitely just luck!"

Wangchuan Qiqqi and her best friend widened their eyes, shock in their gaze.

Ye Cheng blinked: "Brother Ran is really a master?"

Coach Chu Feng clapped hard, his palms turning red: "First time I heard this kid commentate on a match result, I said it—this is a genius player!"

Lin Yunhui bit her lip lightly, set down her cue, one piece of clothing per step, striding alone under heaven, dancing the cosmos.

Li Qingran won back a game; the score between China and Korea became 6:8.

Next match, Korea's coach Quan Zhiqiao sent out their strongest player Qiu Ya.

Qiu Ya's guardian spirit is the monster Gui Xiushan, unique to Korea.

Gui Xiushan is a type of giant monster, resembling a turtle, living in the deep sea; floating on the surface like an island, its back covered in tentacles like dead tree branches.

Legend says, when tentacles fall off into the sea, they gradually grow into new Gui Xiushan.

Quan Zhiqiao decided to end it quickly, aiming to crush Li Qingran—who bore the hopes of the entire village—in one stroke.

This time it was Korea's turn to break; Qiu Ya's break was steady, sinking three balls in one visit.

Then, after potting three consecutive balls, a mistake occurred.

Qiu Ya's beautiful eyes fixed on Li Qingran, speaking in broken Chinese, softly: "Oppa, you really don't know how to cherish the fairer sex at all—you stabbed my friend Lin Yunhui in one go.

You can't be this rough with me; this is my first time facing a Chinese person."

Li Qingran remained impassive, really wanting to straighten out her tongue.

As expected, another perfect clearance in one visit!

Double kill!