Now he was publicly humiliated by Pang Jiao, seething with rage.
"You fucking say that one more time!" Song Sheng roared.
Class monitor Huang Zhongfei had already run down from the podium.
Pang Jiao, licking her glamorous lips:
"Dead cripple, dead cripple, dead cripple!"
Song Sheng felt like exploding, how dare she provoke him so, did she not know who he was?
Wu Xiaoqi, caught in the middle, quietly shrank under the desk, with no basketball in his arms, he felt insecure.
"You're done for today, I'm telling you!" Song Sheng warned, tossing the black water pen he was holding.
Pang Jiao looked disdainful, when it came to fighting, she had never lost; how could such a dead cripple dare to compete with her?
Cui Yu was not far away, in the perfect spot to enjoy the show. He was spinning a basketball while watching the commotion, delightfully doubling his fun.
His natural talent was not bad; he could already balance the basketball on his fingertip for a few seconds.
To learn faster, Cui Yu tried some tricks.
He threw the basketball upward, ready to practice some fancy spins, but when he poked up with his other hand, he used too much strength and accidentally sent the basketball flying out.
The basketball whirled toward Pang Jiao's direction and smashed right onto her shoulder!
Cui Yu shuddered inside: 'Damn it!'
Pang Jiao and Song Sheng were in the midst of a heated argument when she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder. She whirled around, her eyes as big as a bull's, glaring fiercely:
"Who sneak-attacked me?"
Every gaze in the room converged on Cui Yu.
Cui Yu stood there with empty hands, holding nothing.
The basketball bounced on the floor, thudding as it jumped, then slowly came to rest.
Cui Yu's heart pounded as well, thudding faster than usual, non-stop.
Familiar faces, all watching him, all gazing at him.
Those faces, Cui Yu did not care.
But one face, he had to care about, that was Jiang Yanan's pure white visage.
That was the woman he deeply loved, the one he swore with Meng Gui's once-lost ideals to carry on together!
So many eyes on Cui Yu, Pang Jiao had zeroed in on him; just now, it was Cui Yu playing with the basketball, so the attacker's target had emerged.
"Do you want to die?" Pang Jiao scoffed.
Her displayed contempt, disdain, and underestimation, Cui Yu saw it all.
Want to die? No, of course not.
His pupils dilated, the urge to retreat sprouted.
He couldn't help but lower his head, not daring to meet Pang Jiao's eyes.
A simple apology should fix things, right?
Pang Jiao, she surely wouldn't hold a grudge any longer.
But, should he apologize?
Cui Yu remembered Wu Xiaoqi from the past, who almost fought Pang Jiao that day, but in the end, Wu Xiaoqi still backed down.
Just like the day before yesterday, when Cui Yu accidentally stared at Pang Jiao and was scornfully ridiculed, he still backed down.
If you back down, you won't have to get beaten up.
His mind was thundering non-stop.
Did Miao Zhe back down when he fought Pang Jiao?
Did Song Sheng back down during the standoff with Pang Jiao today?
Could it be that he, Cui Yu, would become the person he once despised the most?
Cui Yu stood motionless, as if petrified, earning everyone's disdain, it was no longer interesting.
Wang Longlong from the back commented: "Brother Cui doesn't have it anymore."
Guo Kunnan sighed: "Cui Yu knows when to advance and when to retreat."
Hu Jun said: "He chickened out, too."
Ma Shicheng, staring at Cui Yu: "Not necessarily, everyone be ready."
Wang Longlong: "What?"
Cui Yu's prolonged silence made Pang Jiao smug beyond belief. She cursed as though showing off:
"Little thing, try touching me again next time."
Such a grating voice, annoying indeed.
Cui Yu didn't want to back down anymore, he wasn't a coward, he had to show Jiang Yanan, he wasn't a coward!
He wouldn't back down anymore, he had no room left to retreat.
If faced with a dire situation, if the price was to submit, then let him soar with the wind!!!
Cui Yu lifted his head, a fierce fire igniting in his eyes.
Cui Yu spoke deliberately and clearly: "Fat pig, touching you, I'd dirty my hand!"
His body trembled, the voice he emitted was slightly deformed.
However, to Pang Jiao's ears, to the ears of the entire class, it seemed as if the heavens had shifted.
Did he wish to overturn heaven?
Wang Longlong at the back clenched his fists: "He stood up, my Brother Cui stood up!"
He didn't forget to crack open sunflower seeds and pop them into his mouth.
Pang Jiao roared: "Do you want to die?"
Called disgusting by two disgusting people, her patience nearly worn thin.
Pang Jiao dropped her target Song Sheng and turned to Cui Yu instead, raising her hand, ready to slap Cui Yu to death.
Cui Yu, staring wide-eyed, how could he sit back and wait for death?
"You want to fight, then let's fight!"
His muscles tensed, his left foot stepping forward, hitting the cement ground, kicking up dust, sweeping like a raging tide!
His figure was like a giant bow in the hands of an ancient general, pulled taut, the air seemed to crack with thunder!
Within his chest, the thumping like drumming, boom, boom, boom!
Today, he, Cui Yu, with a humble body, fought against heaven and earth!
In his fury, he struck out resentfully; Cui Yu's left foot carried a shocking force.
That kick cut through the air, creating wails and roars, invisible shockwaves scraping by.
Tendons and bones resounded with a rumbling symphony!
'This kick, will turn you to ash!'
Cui Yu's exaggerated kick flew out, his movements bizarre, his face and form twisted, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, completely deformed.
Pang Jiao was shocked, freezing on the spot.
In an instant, Cui Yu's kick seemed to traverse eons, landing on Pang Jiao's body, with force unloading downward, seeking to send Pang Jiao flying.
The whole class watched agape at this scene.
Cui Yu was too fierce!
Cui Yu's kick hit hard!
As soon as he released the power of the kick, he felt an even greater rebounding force, and his whole body was forcibly bounced back!
Cui Yu's body retreated, losing balance, falling backward, his back hitting the edge of the desk.
The whole class was speechless with shock.
Wang Longlong: "Fuck, Pang Jiao activated her counter-shield!"
Ma Shicheng: "A counter-shield only reflects 30%, she reflected 130%!"