Chapter 55: Get Your Spirits Up, Don’t Lose Face!
Two days passed in a flash. That day, Li Ye arrived at school early and followed the already prepared bus to Wuyu Middle School.
“Wuyu, huh.”
On the bus, Deng Hao sighed, “I’ve heard about it for a long time. They only recruit people who broke through Dragon Gate in junior high school. They’re incredibly strong, the number one middle school in Ningjiang City, the dream of so many students. I didn’t expect us to go to their home turf this time.”
“Don’t say that.”
Jia Dong from the side spoke up, “The person hasn’t even arrived yet, and you’re already hyping up the enemy. What about Brother Ye? Get your spirits up, don’t lose face!”
Deng Hao tsked, inexplicably feeling an urge to curse someone’s mother and go back to their old home.
There were three main force players, but the entire Martial Arts Track Class mobilized. They were there to watch the competition and cheer along the way; they couldn’t afford to lose momentum.
“Brother Li.”
Yang Jie, sitting behind Li Ye, poked his head out and said somewhat apologetically, “Sorry, I might drag us down in this district Martial Arts Competition.”
If they waited for Xiang Feipeng to recover and return, they would have three martial artists who broke through passes. No matter how strong Hua Zihang was, he could only win one, and their Fu Chuxue could also win one, making it a tie.
If Xiang Feipeng was there, he could replace Yang Jie as the weak link, greatly reducing the chance of losing. Xiang Feipeng walked the Divine Movement Pass; even if he couldn’t win, couldn’t he drag it to a tie? At least they could get a joint first place.
These past two days, Yang Jie had actually been quite tormented, always feeling like he was dragging everyone down.
“No problem, and no difference anyway.”
Li Ye smiled, “Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. Just treat it like going to have fun. I’ll make you know that calling me brother wasn’t for nothing.”
Whether Xiang Feipeng was there or not really made no difference to Li Ye.
This was also a good time to truly test combat power. He wanted to see just how far he could go now.
Lose?
He couldn’t possibly lose.
Three rounds, two wins—it’s in the bag!
The bus soon arrived at a wide avenue in East City District. There were no buildings around the avenue; one end was a park, and the other was a huge campus occupying half the street.
The gate at the center was even more elaborate than the gate of a luxury residential community. The plaque above bore the words for Wuyu Middle School, and below it was a framed piece of calligraphy in wild cursive script.
“Fuck, every, single, person?”
Deng Hao read it out one by one, his face strange, “This domineering, huh?”
Jia Dong said expressionlessly, “That’s called ‘everyone has something to hold onto.’ Calligraphy is read from right to left. Did you ever go to school?”
Deng Hao: “…”
When the group got off the bus, there were already buses parked around, also gathering batches of Martial Arts Track students.
“Old Gu.”
A young woman walked over, shook hands with Gu Yang, and smiled, “It’s starting again this year, another day of losing to Wuyu.”
“Don’t jinx it. You might want to lose, but I don’t.”
Gu Yang smiled, “In competitions, first place is king, and there’s no second in martial arts. I still want to win.”
“You’ll definitely have a share. Top five to top three—these past few years, your No. 14 Middle School has made it to the City Martial Arts Competition, but we might not. Who let you have a Fu Chuxue.”
The young woman chuckled, then glanced at the Martial Arts Track students getting off the bus, “How come I don’t see Xiang Feipeng? Couldn’t stand that temper and transferred him out? This is the last year; wouldn’t transferring be too much of a waste?”
“He had something and couldn’t come. No choice.”
Gu Yang said, “We can only pick another one from the Martial Arts Track students.”
“Yao Lèdān or Fei Zhishang? Three Dragon Gates isn’t enough, right?”
The young woman asked curiously, “Did they break through?”
No. 14 Middle School’s main force players and alternates had long been scouted.
Fu Chuxue was a constant, then Xiang Feipeng and Yang Jie stood out. The rest, Yao Lèdān and Fei Zhishang were decent; the others weren’t worth attention.
For the Martial Arts Competition, Four Dragon Gates was best. It wasn’t that Three Dragon Gates weren’t allowed; they just came to get abused.
“Li Ye.”
Gu Yang called out, had Li Ye step forward, and pointed at him, “This is Martial Arts Track student Li Ye, Four Dragon Gates, replacing Xiang Feipeng as a main force player this time. Li Ye, this is Teacher Li, the Martial Arts Track coach from No. 2 Middle School.”
“Same family name, huh.”
Teacher Li smiled lightly and nodded slightly to Li Ye, turning her body a bit.
Martial arts practitioners all had great figures, and this Teacher Li was no exception—perky, sleek, and large.
With a slight movement, her wide sports clothes almost couldn’t cover them, creating a jiggle.
“Alright, then I won’t disturb you. See you on the competition field. I’ll take my students in first.”
After just a greeting, Teacher Li bid farewell to Gu Yang, clearly not taking Li Ye seriously.
A Four Dragon Gates replacing Xiang Feipeng—that meant a recently broken Three Dragon Gates, and one from an unnoticed Three Dragon Gates student, unlike Yao Lèdān and Fei Zhishang who had some attention.
He was either someone who practiced Foundation Establishment Technique mixed with Basic Martial Arts, or learned at a Martial Arts School—nothing to worry about either way.
As for someone like Fu Chuxue, don’t even joke. Without their principal’s relationship and Fu Yan’s own strength, she wouldn’t care which high school she attended. No school in all of Ningjiang City would qualify to have such a student.
She would have been sought out for transfer by those true prestigious schools sniffing her out.
This time, the competition for spots would be a bit less intense.
Seeing Teacher Li lead her team inside, Gu Yang also showed a mysterious smile.
He could tell from her indifference toward little Li that she wasn’t taking Li Ye seriously at all. She’d be in for a big surprise soon.
A Four Dragon Gates who walked the Three Passes—if he didn’t run into Hua Zihang, it was a steady win!
But Gu Yang didn’t need to hide it too much anyway. They’d know Li Ye’s strength once he got on the field. After the Martial Arts Competition, someone would surely come knocking.
Thinking this, he glanced at Li Ye again and secretly tsked.
This kid was sharp; ordinary contracts probably wouldn’t move him. He’d have to bleed a bit to keep him, but that was the principal’s business. It wasn’t Gu Yang’s money anyway.
“Why aren’t we going yet?”
Deng Hao looked around and, seeing only them at the gate, couldn’t help asking, “Who’s still not here?”
“Last time you called her a great beauty and were stunned for a long time, and you forgot already?”
Jia Dong said, “Fu Chuxue, the great genius of Eight Dragon Gates. We’re waiting for her.”
Like a divine dragon appearing only by head not tail—except for seeing her at the start of school, no one had seen her since. She trained martial arts every day; who had time to think about girls? Deng Hao had indeed forgotten.
“Damn, that’s badass. So many people waiting for just her. She really is—”
Before he finished speaking, a black sedan drove up and stopped precisely in the center of the school gate. First, a standard black-suited bodyguard got out from the passenger seat, opened the rear door, and let Fu Chuxue in her silver-white school uniform step out.
Still like that day, with a ponytail, no makeup, but her exquisite features and icy aura left everyone dazed, instantly silencing them.
Gu Yang’s smile was even a bit fawning, “Classmate Fu Chuxue, you’re here.”
Fu Chuxue nodded as a greeting, then without waiting for anyone to speak, walked inside on her own.
Gu Yang shook his head, “Alright, everyone’s here. Let’s go in.”
With that, he led the group through the gate toward the venue.
Starting last night, I’ve been busy helping my cousin with his wedding, and today I even picked up the bride, so the update is late. Sorry.
