My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (155)

Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher, Chapter 155. With this thought in mind, he

smiled and turned his head.

All eyes were on the ball; hearts were in their throats, a complex mix of

emotions swirling around it. Someone shouted, "Go in! Go in! Go in!" These were naturally students from Class 17, and

many girls secretly in love with Liang Jun joined in, shouting, "Go in! Go in! Go in!"

Of course, many others shouted, "No! No! No!" These were, needless to say, students from Class 2 of the second year of high school.

Of course, it's said that even Qin Hui had three good friends, and Wang Liangwu had many fans. These students, their

faces , frantically shouted, "No! No!"

At that moment, the crimson basketball shot towards the hoop like lightning, then with a swish,

swished through the air, a clean and crisp goal.

The arena erupted. The students of Class 17 jumped up in a panic, many shouting, "No

problem ! No problem!" The students of Class 2, Grade 11, looked dejected. Many boys muttered, "What happened

?" Others, with a "we'll see what happens" attitude, said, "There's still half a minute left."

Now, Class 17, Grade 11, was leading by 4 points. The teammates couldn't help but cheer,

overjoyed at the impending victory. At this moment, no one could blame Liang Jun for not adopting a more conservative tactic,

because he was proving everything with his actions, demonstrating the truth of "attack is the best

defense" with a series of goals.

Yafei's face was flushed, tears welling up. She desperately wanted everyone to know that the man

who dominated , the one who played with such abandon, the pride of the entire stadium, was the one she deeply loved. Not only

did she love him, but he loved her too.

Meanwhile, another woman, her eyes filled with tenderness, like a drunkard, stared

wistfully at the image that would forever remain in her heart, imagining Liang Jun gazing at her with such devotion

. Her heart was filled with sweetness. In short, she felt her face burning without realizing it. This woman was, of course, Lu Qingci. Lu

Qingci was at a different stage than Yafei. Yafei had already kissed Liang Jun and understood

his feelings, while Lu Qingci was still in a hazy, ambiguous state, only able to decipher his

inner thoughts through his eyes. That ambiguous, sometimes clear, sometimes subtle information allowed Lu Qingci to experience the beauty of love.

A cold, traditional, and reserved girl, she never imagined that her heart would be

opened by a guy from the countryside.

"Liang Jun, I love you!"

many girls around Lu Qingci shouted, but Lu Qingci thought dismissively, "You love him,

but does he love you?"

The girls in the audience and the students watching were still excited, but Liang Jun on the field was neither

smug nor overconfident. At this moment, he told his teammates to focus on defense.

Even if they hadn't won by the end, they shouldn't relax. His timely reminder immediately brought his teammates back to reality.

Their opponents hadn't given up their final attack and were fiercely rushing towards them.

Wang Liangwu and his teammates' eyes were bloodshot, especially Wang Liangwu's. Since entering middle school,

he had never lost a match. He and Xihe were the two heroes of Shanghai's middle school students. Even when

compared to Xihe, Xihe would ultimately lose to him. Last time, because he wasn't home, the school's Youth League organized the first

match, and his team was completely wiped out, leaving everyone heartbroken. Although Wang Liangwu

threw a tantrum when he returned, he also felt a sense of satisfaction—that the team couldn't do without him, that

he had become an indispensable member of the team, something to be proud of. This made him even more arrogant

, somewhat disdainful of everyone else.

Now, seeing such a big shot, such a star, about to lose to a country bumpkin,

filled him with resentment and anger. His eyes were bloodshot, and he charged forward with murderous intent.

He took the lead. When Guan Zi and another teammate tried to block them, two opposing teammates

immediately rushed forward, pushing them aside.

And so, as Wang Liangwu smoothly charged into the attacking third, he found himself facing only one opponent—

Liang Jun. At that moment, both men exuded a fierce aura, staring intently at each other, neither taking

the other seriously.

Liang Jun spoke first, "Thank you for letting us win."

Wang Liangwu smacked his lips, sensing the veiled meaning in the words—clearly sarcasm. He angrily retorted

, "Let you win my ass! Don't give me that nonsense!"

With that, he spun sharply, dribbling the ball to the far corner of the baseline. Before Liang Jun

could catch up, he leaned back, the ball flying through his hand, and into the net.

The successful shot sent a jolt of energy through Class 2 of Grade 11, who erupted in cheers. Wang Liangwu

looked smugly at Liang Jun. With ten seconds left in the game, Class 17 of Grade 11 began to inbound the ball.

Suddenly, Wang Liangwu cried out in alarm, yelling for his teammates to stop him, but it was too late. The ball was already

in Liang Jun's hands. Liang Jun leaped up like a whirlwind, dribbling the ball several times before heading straight for his team's

basket. Two opposing players were defending under the basket. Seeing... When Liang Jun rushed back, the two men broke out

in a cold sweat. They didn't dare to be careless and threw themselves into a full-scale pursuit of Liang Jun. However

, they found that Liang Jun was as slippery as an eel, spinning around and leaving them behind in an instant. At

that moment, Wang Liangwu caught up. He roared and blocked Liang Jun's path, his hands waving up and down. But

just as his hand rose, Liang Jun suddenly changed direction, stepped forward, and passed the ball under

Wang Liangwu 's arm.

Wang Liangwu was stunned, thinking, "How is this possible? In just a split second, he managed to slip through?"

The coach hired by Class 17 of the first year of high school shouted, "Damn, this is reckless! If he can make that shot, I'll eat him!"

Many observing players and coaches were dumbfounded, saying, "What's wrong with Liang Jun? He should have at least not shot

! Right now, as long as we pass the ball around to stall for time, we'll win when time runs out. This is terrible! This

recklessness is practically suicide!"

But today, it truly felt like God was possessing us; everything impossible became possible, right before our eyes.

As they stared at each other in disbelief, the ball struck the backboard and bounced violently back. In that instant of

Wang Liangwu's surprise, Liang Jun had already darted past him, leaping up to catch the rebound

. Only then did Wang Liangwu realize Liang Jun's intention: he had shot the ball against

the shake him off. Wang Liangwu thought to himself, "He's got me!" He

sprinted forward to chase, but it was too late. Liang Jun had already jumped a second time, his left hand firmly gripping

the rim , and with a powerful thud, he slammed the ball into the basket.

This series of movements was dazzling; many hadn't even reacted before the ball was in.

Wang Liangwu's eyes reddened. He grabbed the ball, stood under the backboard, and began to inbound the ball. But

Liang Jun didn't move. He smiled at Wang Liangwu, his expression clearly saying, "Sorry, I'm not playing with you anymore."

Wang Liangwu hesitated, looking at him, but still served the ball. Liang Jun didn't stop him; instead, he held up

his fingers and counted, "1, 2, 3." Then the referee blew a long halftime whistle. Time was up.

Wang Liangwu's face contorted with hatred. He slammed the ball to the ground, not because time was up and

his team had no chance, but because he was enraged by Liang Jun's contemptuous attitude. The

way he held up his fingers and counted "1, 2, 3" made him feel humiliated.

At this moment, the field had completely descended into chaos. The students were cheering, some excitedly opening

mineral water bottles and pouring them over themselves. Some of the wealthier students even set hundred-yuan bills on fire.

Some girls even crowded around to take pictures with Liang Jun, making it difficult for Yafei and Lu Qingci to get close.

The school's Youth League Committee quickly issued an order to restrain the students because the Youth League Committee was about to present awards on the spot.

Each class struggled to calm the students down. Those

girls who lingered near Liang Jun, even taking the opportunity to grope him, required considerable effort from the teachers and the Youth League secretary

to persuade them to return to their seats.

Class 17 of Grade 11 unsurprisingly came in second place. The students lamented, "If Junzi had participated in the last

competition, we probably would have won the championship."

Wang Liangwu, however, was utterly ashamed. Last time, while he was away, his class

suffered a defeat. Upon his return, he berated his teammates, saying that if he had been there, he would never have let those

petty people succeed. He quoted a famous figure from the Western Jin Dynasty lamenting, "In times without heroes, only petty men rise to fame!"

But now, he was back, and they hadn't even managed to secure second place. How was he going to explain this to everyone?

He stood there in a daze while the school's Youth League Committee began awarding prizes. After giving out the first, second, and third prizes, everyone thought everything was over

. But the Youth League Secretary smiled and said, "Don't worry, there's one more prize. This prize is for the best

player .

Who do you think should get it?

" Before he finished speaking, the girls shouted in unison, "Liang Jun!" The sound was deafening. The Youth League Secretary

smiled and said, "Please come up to the stage to receive the award, Liang Jun.

" Liang Jun really didn't want to be in the limelight, but since it was there, he had to go up. On stage, the Youth League Secretary

asked him with a smile, "What are your thoughts?"

Liang Jun replied, "It should be awarded to the more outstanding one."

The Youth League Secretary became interested and asked, "Then who do you think is more outstanding?"

Liang Jun turned and pointed at Wang Liangwu, saying, "Him."

This time, everyone was stunned. Wasn't that his defeated opponent? What did Liang Jun mean?

Wang Liangwu's eyes also lit up with anticipation as he stared intently at the podium.

The Youth League Secretary smiled and asked, "Why? What are you thinking?"

Liang Jun, with a sincere expression, said, "When we went on the court just now, he told me he wanted to mentor

us newbies. He even said he wanted to take me on as his apprentice." He then made an even more foolish

face, adding, "I think he must be better than us to dare say that."

The Youth League Secretary's face turned green. He had initially thought Liang Jun was being generous, and he was particularly pleased,

thinking he could find a role model to praise and perhaps use it

as . However, he never expected that this seemingly sincere young man harbored such a

sinister purpose: to make Wang Liangwu lose both the ball and face. "How could this kid be so wicked?"

The audience below was stunned for a moment before realizing what Liang Jun meant.

The crowd erupted in anger, shouting insults: "Shameless! You can't even beat him, yet you want to take him on as

a student !

How can there be such a shameless person in the world? How can you be worthy of being his teacher? Can you even beat him

?"

Wang Liangwu's face flushed red to his neck. He wished he could disappear into the ground. He hadn't expected

Liang Jun to be such a vengeful person. He hated Liang Jun to the core, but Liang Jun remained as honest and timid as ever,

looking terrified. In his heart, he thought, "Just wait until I make you swallow your arrogant words like they're garbage.

" The Youth League Secretary, unable to salvage the situation, finally spoke into the microphone, "Then please, Wang Liangwu, come over here

and share your thoughts.

" Instantly, thousands of disdainful eyes turned to him. Wang Liangwu's head spun. What to do?!

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