My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (85)

Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher 085, The Battlefield Scene

Her voice wasn't loud, but her aura was strong. She spoke slowly yet sternly, "Who let you sit here

?"

It was clear that Ge Lin was a little intimidated by her, but in front of everyone, he couldn't show too much weakness, so he

replied casually, "Do I need your permission to sit here? I'm sitting on my

side ."

Lu Qingci glanced at him contemptuously, about to say something, when the teacher entered. Seeing Lu Qingci standing there, she

asked, "Lu Qingci, is something wrong?"

Liang Jun thought to himself, "She's pretty enough that even the teacher remembers her."

Lu Qingci said, "I want to resign."

"Why?"

The teacher was surprised.

"My abilities are limited; I can't bear this responsibility,"

Lu Qingci said as she sat down.

"Teacher, what she said is wrong. Her father is…"

"Ge Lin, if you're talking nonsense, I'll tell on you,"

Lu Qingci immediately stopped Ge Lin.

Ge Lin stuck out his tongue and remained silent. Liang Jun thought to himself, "It seems they all know each other well,

no wonder they're so casual. But this Lu Qingci is really strange, she's got the position but won't do it."

Just then, the teacher spoke up: "Today, the teachers haven't been matched yet, so this class,

we'll have an activity, a basketball game with the students of Class 19, Grade 11."

At this point, the teacher suddenly raised his voice, saying emotionally, "Shanghai has contributed a

Yao Ming to the world, who knows, maybe our class will produce a second Yao Ming!"

Everyone cheered. Actually, the teacher didn't need to be so emotional; the students

cheered .

Liang Jun was also happy. Basketball was his favorite sport, and he hadn't had a chance to play for a while.

The internet cafe business had been bad these past few days, making him even more depressed. Now, hearing about playing basketball, he was naturally overjoyed.

But to his surprise, Lu Qingci was also very happy, seemingly forgetting her earlier unhappiness, and joined the others

in dancing and waving her arms.

Everyone rushed out in a chaotic manner, but to Liang Jun's disappointment, no

one called on him in the basketball team he had formed. He had eagerly followed along for a long time, but hadn't scored a single point and could only watch from the sidelines.

This left Liang Jun, who was a basketball fanatic, quite disheartened.

The game attracted a large audience, making it a grand

spectacle , regardless of their size or gender, whether modern or ladylike, all

came to the basketball court to watch, their screams exciting the boys.

Within the first 10 minutes, Class 17 of Grade 11 was already down by 5 points to Class 19 of Grade 12. Their homeroom

teacher ashen, and the students were extremely unhappy, waving their fists and shouting at the players on the court. However

, they were helpless; their opponents were quite strong, and their team was completely dominated. Then, they lost

two more possessions, causing the players to panic even more and resort to haphazard play. The homeroom teacher was frantic.

They'd only taken over the new class today, and no one knew each other. She wanted to consult the sports representative, but the representative was on the field. She turned to

Peng Bo , but Peng Bo was

completely clueless about sports. Liang Jun originally wanted to keep a low profile and just watch from the sidelines, but sports enthusiasts can't resist when they see their

team in trouble. He went to the teacher and bravely said, "

Teacher, let me try!" "You?"

the homeroom teacher asked doubtfully. "Are you sure you can do it? You know, even the students in our class who've been in sports school for years

can't do it. Okay, stop messing around. Just sit on the sidelines and cheer us on. We're playing against older students anyway, so losing

isn't shameful."

The homeroom teacher didn't trust Liang Jun because he was from a rural area. It wasn't that the teacher discriminated against rural

students, but he felt that rural areas couldn't possibly have professional talent. The teacher believed in professional skill levels.

Liang Jun sat down disappointedly, anxiously observing the situation on the field.

The opposing team called a halt, and the players from Class 17 of Grade 1 walked off the field dejectedly. The sports committee member limped over

to Liang Jun and shouted, "Give me a seat! These people are putting in the effort up there, you can't even play

, and you're just taking up a seat."

Liang Jun quickly gave him a seat, and the sports committee member sat down and stretched his feet out in front of Liang Jun: "Give me a massage."

Liang Jun didn't move.

The sports committee member got angry and shouted, "Hurry up, are you deaf?"

His shouts drew the attention of the whole class. The homeroom teacher walked over and asked, "What's going on?"

Seeing the teacher, the sports committee member became even more arrogant: "We're fighting tooth and nail for the class's honor on the field, but these

classmates won't even do a little service! Don't they have any sense of collective honor? It's disheartening!"

The homeroom teacher was angry and said to Liang Jun, "That's not right of you. If we can't go on the field

to win honor for the class, we should do what we can. Everyone should think about the class."

Immediately, some girls started chattering: "Who is it that's so outrageous?"

"Look, it's that country bumpkin who was kicked out by Lu Qingci."

"My god, he's a complete bumpkin. It's a miracle he can even write the five characters for 'collective honor'."

The comments made Liang Jun very angry. He hadn't done anything, yet he had attracted so much criticism.

He couldn't help but retort, "So what if I go on the field? What's the big deal?"

Unexpectedly, this caused a huge uproar. Before the boy could say anything, the girls screamed as if they'd stepped on a cat's

tail : "So ignorant!"

"Who does he think he is?"

"Let him go up and try!"

In an instant, everyone vented their frustration from the game on Liang Jun.

The sports committee member narrowed his eyes, like he was eyeing prey: "You mean, you can go on the field too?"

Liang Jun remained noncommittal.

The sports committee member nodded, his eyes narrowing playfully: "I'll grant your wish."

Just then, the referee blew the whistle, and the game continued. The homeroom teacher called to the sports committee member, "Ma Gong,

it's time to go on."

Ma Gong protested: "Teacher, I'm not going. Since someone is better than me, what's the point of me going up?"

The teacher's face darkened. "Ma Gong," she said anxiously, "what nonsense are you spouting? You're a class leader, why

are you acting a child?"

Ma Gong remained unmoved and continued, "Whoever disagrees, let them play."

Several girls vented their anger on Liang Jun again: "It's all that country bumpkin's fault, he should be held responsible."

"No, he should apologize to Ma Gong."

The homeroom teacher turned around angrily, glaring at Liang Jun: "You should be held responsible for this."

He was waiting for Liang Jun to apologize to Ma Gong for his earlier words.

Liang Jun muttered, "So what if I'm responsible? What's the big deal?"

He then walked onto the court.

"Ah? That country bumpkin is playing! Isn't this playing with the class's honor?"

Several girls were extremely anxious.

"Ahem..."

Lu Qingci sighed, stood up, and prepared to return to her class.

"Look, they actually sent out a country bumpkin,"

students from other classes murmured.

"Does he even know what that thing is called? Did he mistake it for a watermelon?"

"This class is definitely going to lose."

"Come back!"

The homeroom teacher tried to call Liang Jun back, but Liang Jun had gone too far to hear.

The homeroom teacher slapped his thigh and muttered, "Oh well, we've already lost anyway."

Liang Jun entered the court, but his classmates weren't interested. No one gave him the ball. He

foolishly ran back and forth twice, finally intercepting the ball from one of the opposing players in the middle of the court.

The opposing player made several feints, but Liang Jun didn't fall for them. Just as he was about to force his way through, Liang Jun

nimbly leaned in and snatched the ball from Liang Jun's hand. Everyone on the court was stunned.

The opposing player was unwilling to accept this and tried to take the ball back, but the ball seemed to be stuck in Liang Jun's hand, and he couldn't

take it away no matter what he did.

The students of Class 17 in the first year of high school discovered the secret and started shouting, "Hold on tight! Don't lose it!"

Lu Qingci was about to return to her class when she also sensed something was wrong and stood there nervously watching

the changes .

At this moment, several teammates clapped at him, signaling him to pass the ball. Liang Jun felt a surge of warmth,

sensing everyone's expectations of him, so he passed the ball to number 12 and gave him a smile.

Number 12 didn't even look at him, turning around to dribble towards the basket, but the paint was already tightly blocked.

Number 7, on the left three-point arc, hurriedly signaled to him, as number 7 was in the best position, but number 12 ignored him, turning back

to attack the basket again, only to be blocked again. Before the shot could even be released, the ball was already missed.

A murmur rippled through the crowd. Number 12, somewhat annoyed, turned to Liang Jun and scolded, "You guys from the countryside, you don't have

any skills. Don't hold onto the ball. Can you take responsibility for losing it?"

Liang Jun was taken aback by his scolding, thinking to himself, "This was their ball to begin with, I stole it.

What take responsibility for?"

At this moment, the ball was passed back to the opposing team's basket, and then the opposing guard dunked it under the basket, scoring another 2 points.

Some teammates began criticizing number 12, accusing him of being greedy for the ball. Number 12 retorted, "

What do? They just bring in these country bumpkins who don't know anything, wasting opportunities. How can you blame me?"

Now it was Liang Jun's team's turn to inbound the ball. The ball was passed back to their basket with difficulty, and Liang Jun anxiously took a favorable

position, but still no one passed him the ball. Finally, the ball was passed back to the arc, and number 10 took a long-range

shot, but missed, and the opponent grabbed the rebound. The whole class sighed again. At this moment, the opposing

players quickly retreated, but the ball was intercepted at midcourt, again by Liang Jun.

No one saw how Liang Jun intercepted the ball; even the opponents didn't understand what happened before the ball changed hands.

At this moment, a thousand voices rang out. Teammates shouted, "Here! Here!"

meaning: Give me the ball!

The classmates also shouted, the homeroom teacher excitedly shouted, and even the usually icy Lu Qingci

shouted.

Liang Jun didn't let the ball linger in his hands for a moment, quickly passing it back. Number 7 seized the opportunity, scoring

a layup and earning the class a long-awaited two points.

The whole class erupted in cheers; the girls chanted Number 7's name enthusiastically, some

even looked smug.

Only the PE teacher noticed something amiss. He approached the homeroom teacher, leaning down to ask, "

Where did that new guy come from? Not bad, a promising talent."

The homeroom teacher, still angry about offending a key technical player, scoffed, "What promising talent? I think it

's just pure luck."

Just then, Liang Jun controlled the ball, positioned in mid-court. Number 7 called out from behind him,

"Give it to me!" It seemed the ball was rightfully his, while Number 12, standing on the right arc, clapped and said, "

Over here!" "

According to the call of the moment, Liang Jun originally intended to pass the ball to him, but at this moment Liang Jun changed his mind. He stopped

abruptly , channeled his power into his arm, and jumped to shoot.

Everyone in the arena was stunned. Was he kidding? He was shooting from the middle of the court?

The homeroom teacher was furious and stood up, shouting, "Nonsense! You think you can..."

But before he could finish his sentence, something even more surprising happened. The ball drew

a beautiful arc in the air, and with a whoosh, it didn't even touch the rim...

It went in.

The entire court was stunned. Some players were still rushing forward, while others were setting up their formations, and the spectators on the sidelines were

rubbing their eyes hard, seemingly doubting that they were seeing things.

The referee forgot to blow the whistle and repeatedly asked, "Did it go in? It really went in?"

Immediately, a cheer erupted in the arena, and the girls' screams were endless.

At this moment, Lu Qingci inexplicably sat down, and a smile appeared on her face.

The homeroom teacher, bewildered, asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Only then did the other student realize that this guy, nicknamed "country bumpkin," was the most difficult person to deal with today, and

they had deployed a large force to guard against him.

Meanwhile, the other student's teacher approached the homeroom teacher with a smug look on his face and chuckled, "You little rascal, still pretending to be something you're not!"

"It's like a pig eating a tiger! They got such a treasure, didn't let him play first, and then brought him out when the score was behind..."

The homeroom teacher looked indifferent, but was secretly relieved: "Luckily, I didn't stop this kid."

He said aloud, "So-so, just let him learn something."

At this moment, laughter erupted from the court. Two teachers asked, puzzled, "What's so funny?"

A boy laughed, "Holding the chamber pot..."

It turned out that Liang Jun had used a very unorthodox shooting motion earlier—he tossed the ball upwards with both hands,

a method often used by children, hence the nickname "holding the chamber pot."

Liang Jun was naturally optimistic and considered playing basketball his greatest joy. He was as agile as a leopard,

as slippery as an eel, and as nimble as a monkey whenever he played.

At this moment, the score began to rise again. The students of Class 17 in the first year of high school seemed to have been injected with adrenaline

, shouting and cheering. Many students high-fived each other,

happy that their newly formed class had finally turned the tide and won.

Just as they were feeling happy, someone suddenly shouted, "Hey, they're bullying us!"

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