My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (212)

Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher 212. He Mengzhi's True Identity

As soon as Inukai finished speaking, a shadow appeared in front of him. Inukai instinctively blocked the person;

the person in front of him was the guy who had brought him disaster, the guy he hated to the core. Liang Jun had just seen him

shout something hoarsely. Although he didn't understand it, he knew it wasn't anything nice, so he casually cursed, "

What the hell is this son of a bitch muttering?"

This was just a common phrase, but he didn't expect it to be so fitting, because his name was Inukai

.

At this moment, both men's eyes were blazing with fire, both were locked in a fierce battle, staring at each other. Liang Jun

was still seemingly casually bouncing the ball in his hand. However, the muscles in both men's legs, hands, and bodies were like taut springs

.

"Oh..." Liang Jun let out a sound like the kind of emphasis one makes when herding livestock in the countryside, then instantly slapped the ball out

and stepped out with his right foot. This is what true explosive power is: before the defender can even react,

you've completely overpowered them—that's what explosive power is.

Huh? Although Inukai's eyes were wide open like a bull's, and he was keeping a close eye on Liang Jun, he thought that with

such focused defense, he wouldn't react when Liang Jun actually broke through.

Baka, what's going on? Then, Inukai did something that stunned the entire audience, followed by

bursts .

He slapped himself. This was truly a pure-blooded descendant of Japanese militarism—highly

neurotic , highly hysterical. The audience found his self-slapping with his bull-like eyes

utterly comical, many doubled over with laughter. Some in the back rows, too far away to see clearly,

started asking each other, "What happened? What happened?"

The sound of the wind rushing past his ears during the high-speed movement was a shout for Liang Jun. The opposing center in front of him was no threat.

Liang Jun jumped up without hesitation, his left foot slamming onto the floor, his knee pushing

off . Japan's Kojima also jumped to block, but he was too low, too slow, and too late. His

outstretched arm seemed to only touch Liang Jun's elbow. In fact, his jump only served to highlight Liang Jun's perfection

. Liang Jun held the ball with both hands at his left waist, twisted his body in mid-air, and his body actually stayed in the air

for such a long time. Then, with his right hand holding the ball, he drew an arc in the air and slammed the ball into the basket.

The whole movement was smooth, clean, and powerful, and flawless.

What was even more awe-inspiring was that after landing, Liang Jun maintained his smashing posture, legs bent,

fists clenched, and he let out a long roar. Ah…

Liang Jun's will echoed throughout the entire stadium. So many people's aspirations, so many people's dreams, were released in this

series of actions, in that long roar. What the boys wanted to do but couldn't, Liang Jun did for them

; the girls' yearning for a hero found its vessel.

After the roar, tears streamed down the faces of Lu Qingci, Yafei, and Long Qi. Number 6,

Coach Wu, suddenly experienced a surge of hormones, and a small stream of fluid spurted from between his legs. Even more

incomprehensible was that many other girls burst into tears at that moment, shouting out a

truly shocking phrase: "Jun-ye, I love you to death!"

Meanwhile, in a corner of the stadium, several mysterious figures were closely observing

the situation . One pair of eyes was looking at Liang Jun with complex emotions; she had a thousand words to say, but didn't know how to express them.

Now let's return to the court. Liang Jun held his pose for five seconds before returning to normal. He said to Inukai,

who stood behind him, dumbfounded, "Can the Japanese play with the spirit of the Chinese?

" The score was 15-22. With only 7 points left, the Chinese team would catch up with the Japanese team. For the Japanese

players , their mood was suffocatingly depressed.

Inukai had to pull himself together and organize an attack. Hashimoto was inbounding the ball. To defend against Liang Jun, Inukai

stuck himself tightly to Liang Jun, greatly reducing the threat from the Japanese team. Hashimoto

passed the ball to Yamura, who quickly dribbled into the paint and took a running start to shoot, but he overlooked

the tall Tong Weili and had the ball knocked away by Tong Weili's slap.

Hua Cheng lunged forward and bravely saved the ball. Since Liang Jun entered the game, Inukai had forgotten

about Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng, whom Wang Liangwu had described as having similar skills to Liang Jun,

had his pressure lessened under Liang Jun's focused defense, allowing him to unleash his full potential and easily gain possession of the ball.

Liang Jun's reaction was incredibly fast; he was already sprinting towards the frontcourt when he saw Hua Cheng lunging for the ball.

At this moment, most people's attention was still focused on the basketball, with few noticing

Liang Jun . Just as Hua Cheng scooped the ball with a long arm, a familiar voice rang out,

"Hua Cheng!" Liang Jun shouted. Hua Cheng didn't even turn his head, forcefully throwing the ball behind his head,

knowing Liang Jun would catch it.

Liang Jun watched the ball fly towards him, silently counting his steps, caught it, and took a large stride forward.

The screeching sound indicated the friction of his shoes on the floor, making those below the basketball hoop

feel like they needed to plug their ears.

Wow… Liang Jun, flying through the air, once again showcased his talent. The ball, previously held with both hands, was swung out with the right,

a beautiful arc unfolding before everyone's eyes. The moment it slammed into the basket, it was both graceful and

powerful. *Thud!* His left hand grabbed the rim, and he jumped back to the ground, the entire backboard

shaking violently.

A long roar erupted from the stands; the passion of the crowd was

reignited by this powerful yet aesthetically pleasing dunk. Liang Jun's name was etched in the minds of all the Chinese present.

Some began taking photos of Liang Jun from different angles. Everyone started considering finding a printing shop

to print Liang Jun's image on T-shirts so they could wear them immediately.

Japan called a timeout. The Japanese players huddled together, heads bowed. Their coach began to rearrange

the instructions. Liang Jun and his teammates also gathered. He Mengzhi looked at Liang Jun, his facial muscles trembling. After a long pause, he

finally uttered, "Don't be a lone hero; show team spirit."

As he said this, his eyes met the other players, the meaning clear. Liang Jun looked at him, his heart...

A strange feeling arose in his mind. He thought, "Isn't he trying to sabotage us?" However, He Mengzhi's words were undeniable

; after all, team spirit was crucial for the team's survival. Disagreeing with He Mengzhi

would make him seem like a mere individualist.

The whistle blew, and both teams returned to the court. Although the Chinese team was still behind Japan,

their overall momentum had picked up. The Japanese team, while still in the lead, had lost their fighting spirit.

"Come on !" Inukai patted each player, trying to rouse them.

Those patted looked at Inukai, their eyes filled with a strange, almost

sorrowful, feeling that made Inukai's heart sink. It seemed to foreshadow the outcome.

Sure enough, back on the court, the Chinese team quickly scored 6 more points, while Japan only managed 2.

The score was now only three points apart. The Chinese team's morale soared, and they shouted to each other, "Come on!

Just three more points and we'll catch up!" The Japanese players seemed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown; some were trembling, and even

Inukai's face had turned ashen. He angrily glanced at the stands and gave them the middle

finger.

No one understood who he was angry at, and no one paid any attention. Just as they were about to press their advantage,

the Chinese team called a timeout. Everyone was stunned. Why call a timeout now? They learned that He Mengzhi

had requested a substitution.

A substitution? Everyone still didn't understand. Who? The referee pointed to Liang Jun, and then "Ai Zi" (a nickname for a player) entered the game. "Holy

crap!" Everyone was even more confused. What did this mean? How could this be?

But there was no time to think further. "Ai Zi" was already on the court, smugly waving his arm at

the audience to show off his muscle strength. Liang Jun could only sit on the sidelines.

The game restarted, and it was China's turn to serve. Wang Liangwu served the ball to Pofeng,

who quickly dribbled back, only to be intercepted by Japan's Kojima at midcourt. The two incredibly fast players became entangled, and

Pofeng, after two failed attempts to break through, started to panic. Just then, his inner Cone, eager to score, clapped his hands and

shouted to Pofeng, "Over here!"

Pofeng quickly dodged and then passed the ball forcefully to Cone. Cone received the ball, turned, and attempted a

layup, but it was intercepted by Hashimoto, who was waiting nearby.

The crowd erupted in cheers. Hashimoto quickly passed the ball to Inukai. Without Liang Jun's control, Inukai

, now like a monkey in the mountains, finally found his footing, making a long pass to Yamura in the paint.

Yamura turned and scored two points with a layup.

The crowd erupted again, some even cursing.

The score widened again, now by five points. Several Chinese players glared

at , but Cone seemed unconcerned, muttering, "What's so great about him?"

China inbounded the ball. Wang Liangwu passed it to Hua Cheng, who dribbled back to the three-point

line. There, he was met with a strong block from Inukai, and after several unsuccessful attempts to penetrate, he passed to Tong Weili in the paint

. However, Tong Weili was slightly slow, and when he tried to turn and shoot, he was

blocked by a double layer of defense from Kojima and Yamura. Cone, behind him, reached out again, and Tong Weili hesitated before passing to Cone. Cone was in a corner,

his shooting angle unfavorable. Hua Cheng, positioned on the perimeter, clapped for the ball. Cone glanced

at him, but eager to score, he took the shot himself—a high-pitched shot, but it missed, falling

right into Inukai's hands.

Another gasp of disappointment rippled through the arena. Inukai quickly led his players back, but Wang Liangwu's

efforts were futile, and Inukai scored another two points.

The crowd erupted in uproar; the score was now seven points behind.

Inukai couldn't help but laugh, contemptuously extending his middle finger towards the audience.

On the other side, Tong Weili and Hua Cheng were furious. They glared angrily at the player nicknamed "Cone," who

shrugged and said, "Why are you looking at me?"

Both being players, they had no choice but to regroup, arrange their formation, and prepare for the next match. Suddenly, they

heard a loud commotion nearby, followed by what seemed like

chaos were shocked to see a group of over a dozen people grabbing He Mengzhi, loudly questioning her, "Who told you to

make the substitution? You traitor!"

He Mengzhi's face turned ashen. She was about to defend herself when she was loudly interrupted. "

Fellow countrymen, let me tell you this person's true identity. After hearing this, you'll understand why he controlled

the game and why he suppressed 'Military Master'—"

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