Chapter 112 - Over-Confident
How can we possibly compete with this?
Number Eight was suddenly overcome with a feeling of helplessness, a wave of defeat crashing over him.
Just then, Jiang Hao breezed past Number Eight with the ball!
Number Eight eyed Jiang Hao's lean figure, a flicker of malice sparking in his gaze as a venomous plan took root in his mind.
Clang!
With that sound, Jiang Hao netted another goal!
Number Eight charged to intercept the serve, casting a sly glance at Jiang Hao before dribbling the ball in his direction.
At that moment, Jiang Hao was turned away from Number Eight, who charged at him, ball in tow, and collided with him!
Jiang Hao's heart jolted. He spun around, only to see Number Eight barreling toward him.
Jiang Hao was struck dumb, instantly grasping Number Eight's intent.
Yet, Jiang Hao didn't flinch; instead, a slight smile spread across his face.
In an instant, Number Eight was upon him!
Number Eight's face twisted with ferocity, the look of someone whose dark plot was on the verge of triumph.
But the smile on Jiang Hao's face suddenly filled him with dread!
“Bang!”
Number Eight was sent flying backward!
Sun Zhou felt as though he had slammed into an immovable rock!
As he flew through the air, Number Eight's eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of Jiang Hao, standing unshaken.
This was nothing like he had anticipated!
“Bang!”
“Crack!”
“AHHH!!”
Number Eight hit the ground hard, the sound of his bones misaligning followed by his anguished screams.
Number Eight had miscalculated; Jiang Hao's slender frame belied the immense power it contained, a power they couldn't hope to match.
Now, Number Eight lay on the ground, clutching his arms, as searing pain lanced through his nerves and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
Suddenly, alarmed shouts filled the air.
“Sun Zhou, Sun Zhou!”
Teammates from No.1 High School rushed to assist Number Eight to his feet.
Yang Chuanwei, though frustrated with Sun Zhou's repeated failures today, couldn't help but look concerned, considering Sun Zhou's influential background.
“Sun Zhou, are you okay?”
“Jiang Hao, what are you getting at?!”
Simultaneously, Yang Chuanwei spun around and closed in on Jiang Hao, unexpectedly turning the tables and accusing him!
Next to Jiang Hao, Liu Biao bristled with rage upon hearing this.
“Motherfucker, Wang Chuanwei, are you blind? Didn't you see who ran into whom just now?”
Liu Biao stepped up, aligning himself with Jiang Hao, his face seething with anger as he faced off with Yang Chuanwei.
“Exactly, exactly!”
Liu Biao's crew, rallying behind him, stepped forward, their faces etched with fury as they glared at Yang Chuanwei.
Onlookers at the outskirts of the soccer game began to murmur among themselves.
“It was clearly Number Eight who charged with the ball and crashed into someone, yet he has the nerve to turn it around!”
“Seriously, I can't believe someone from First Middle School can't take a loss!”
……
The buzz of the crowd's comments reached Yang Chuanwei's ears, leaving him flushed with embarrassment and indignation, yet also feeling somewhat uncertain.
It was, after all, Sun Zhou's mistake just now!
Internally, his resentment towards Sun Zhou grew, but he was powerless to act on it.
Jiang Hao cast a glance at Sun Zhou, with his dislocated arm, then turned to Yang Chuanwei and declared,
“Truth and justice will prevail in the court of public opinion!”
“Now, do you want to keep going, or are you ready to concede defeat?”
Yang Chuanwei, hearing this, looked at the injured Sun Zhou and the demoralized team from First Middle School, then back at the fierce Liu Biao and his group.
He felt a surge of frustration.
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