Chapter 114

The course of events is actually already very clear.

Class 3-1 arrived first and occupied quite a few tables; when the people from Class 3-5 came, because there was no place to practice, they went to negotiate, and were refused mercilessly by the other side.

"Standing in Class 1's position, there is absolutely no reason to agree." Qingshan Li said.

First, they arrived early, so they are in the right;

Second, the Ball Games Tournament is a class-versus-class competition, there is no reason to aid the enemy.

When Class 3-5 was practicing using the only remaining table, they accidentally — self-proclaimed — hit a ping pong ball flying, striking Class 1's Mihara.

Conflict erupted.

If this were a contradiction between first-years or second-years, any third-year present, just by stepping out and saying a couple of sentences, could resolve the matter.

But this is third-year clashing with third-year; fundamentally no one can suppress them.

"Stop!" Qingshan Li said.

People from both classes looked over simultaneously.

Qingshan Li straightened his "Photography Committee Member" armband; the will of the supremely benevolent, supremely evil Student Council President descended upon the scene.

"You—" someone was just about to say something, but was pulled back by the person next to them.

"It's someone from the Student Council." That person whispered.

"I am a Photography Committee Member personally appointed by the Student Council President, also serving as a Temporary Discipline Committee Member." Qingshan Li introduced himself.

He scanned the crowd, looking to see if anyone didn't believe him.

No one.

There might be, but at least they acted like there wasn't.

"The ping pong ball matter, settle it with ping pong," he said, "Right now, each class sends out one person, play a match, the winning class calls the shots."

He paused for a moment, then added: "But ping pong is an exhibition match, so the match will also use an exhibition format."

"Why should we? We came first, and they hit someone." Someone muttered.

"They said it was an accident, didn't we apologize?"

"If you are dissatisfied with the conditions I proposed, I can have the Student Council President come resolve it." Qingshan Li had no intention of bluffing them.

He fundamentally didn't want to hone himself.

Persisting in morning practice, studying every day, the hardship he'd already eaten was enough.

The Student Council cannot directly intervene in class affairs, but which person here doesn't have a club?

Especially members of large-competition clubs like the Brass Band Club, Senior Year, the final year, they probably don't want any accidents, right?

"Your conditions we can accept," Class 1's people said, "But you have to beat us first!"

Qingshan Li took out his mobile phone, opened the chat interface with Miyase Yaeko in Line.

"Wait!" A senior sister hurriedly used both hands to hold Qingshan Li's hand, "We accept your conditions!"

"Can you represent them?" Qingshan Li said while pulling his hand back.

"Everyone!" The senior sister turned around, facing the people of both classes, "Whether it's occupying multiple tables, or injuring someone with a ball, do you really think the Student Council President would let these two matters go easily?"

"What is occupying multiple tables? We came first!"

"No matter how you put it, one person per table is too much, right?"

"So what if it is?"

Qingshan Li, wearing a suit-style school uniform, standing tall, with a handsome appearance, stood to the side.

At this moment, he thought very boredly: pretend to press the wrong key, send the message, let Miyase Yaeko come resolve this matter.

In the crowd, Mikami Ai also raised her mobile phone.

The person who pretends to send a wrong message is the most despicable!

"I agree." Qingshan Li spoke, "Hit the ball into the cup?"

He put his mobile phone into his pocket, took off the camera and placed it on the ping pong table.

——System

【Whether to start "Table Tennis" Guidance】

He unfastened his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, revealing wrists that were a bit thin but still fairly sturdy.

Qingshan Li picked up a paddle.

——No

Tease Him.

One after another, Qingshan Li hit the ping pong balls into the cups on the opposite side.

"Chinese people all know kung fu" is fake, "Chinese people all know how to play ping pong" is also a lie; he just happens to know how to play ping pong, and happens to be Chinese.

It really is like that.

The cups were full; the subsequent balls hit out precisely struck the topmost ball in the cup, then bounced out.

"Clatter!"

The cup toppled, balls rolled all over the floor.

Qingshan Li continued hitting balls; every single ball landed in the cup's position.

Until all the balls in the ball basket were used up, only then did Qingshan Li stop.

"Do as I said?" He asked while tidying his sleeves.

No one spoke.

He picked up the camera, while photographing the dumbfounded crowd, said: "Of course, if any of you is stronger than me, I agree to listen to that person."

【Ping Pong B】

Probably just stepped into the threshold of B; after all, back then at the Cultural Palace he didn't win that often either.

The two classes started the match, very honestly.

Qingshan Li was in charge of taking photos.

Mikami Ai walked over.

He asked her: "Were you stunned by my table tennis skills?"

A-grade baseball, when others praise it, he feels shame and anger;

B-grade table tennis, he himself doesn't show off, he feels uncomfortable.

"I discovered a phenomenon," Mikami Ai murmured, "you seem to have a situation where once you enter a state, you forget yourself."

"Table tennis too?" Qingshan Li asked.

"What about table tennis?" Mikami Ai looked at him.

"Nothing much."

Qingshan Li recalled Kuze Oto's that all-school psychological counseling class.

She said, concentration, is actually the weight coordination between senses.

Strengthen the function of a certain specific sense, simultaneously lower the function of other senses, to avoid interference.

For example, when studying one mainly uses vision, so when concentrating on studying one won't notice the surrounding noise.

The system is marvelous, but what supports the marvelous, could it be human's own 'concentration'?

Forget it, questions without answers, Qingshan Li won't think about.

He looked at the scene, the two teams had already decided the winner and loser.

But winning and losing was no longer important, because at some unknown time, both sides decided to split the table.

"Today we lost, that's true, but the one who lost was only me, tomorrow our class won't lose!"

"Tomorrow the ones who win will absolutely not be only me!"

The two youths appreciated each other.

"Qing Shan Jun is so strong!" The girls from both classes gathered together because of a common topic.

"Heard he's Class Four Ono Mika's younger brother."

"Table tennis is as strong as Chinese people!"

Because I am.

"I like his eyes the most, so bright, never seen such a bright gaze!"

Just washed, used saline solution.

The matter was smoothly resolved, Qingshan Li immediately went to take photos of the Ono Sisters.

Ono Mika's temperament is tranquil, when this kind of person exercises, there's a different charm.

Moreover her waist is slender, chest large.

"Not bad, not bad!"

Ono Mizuki's body is petite, bouncing up and down, her smile extremely sweet.

Ball goes into the cup, she'll clench her red bean paste bun small fist, and also high-five with friends, cute enough to make surrounding boys frequently glance sideways.

"I was stepped on by Miyuki, knowing this thing, you bunch of kids who just graduated middle school, will you be very jealous!" Qingshan Li muttered to himself while taking photos.

Mikami Ai looked at him, expression slowly becoming contemptuous, moved a bit away from him.

Wait.

Didn't she say, she wanted to temper herself?

(Chapter End)