Chapter 32

Chapter 33: Who is the Strong One

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five arcs! Five soccer balls whistled towards Zhao Heng at staggered intervals, with astonishing force. The sound of them breaking through the air made even the spectators feel suffocated. Du Ziyuan's expression tightened, looking extremely worried at Zhao Heng. The others frowned, putting on a pained look; they didn't want to see Zhao Heng die too miserably.

Everyone knew that Tu Honggang and his team were more focused on shooting people than scoring goals.

Tu Honggang was even more confident that the power of their five soccer tigers could gradually shoot Zhao Heng into the goal. Imagining the twisted body like a scythe's harvest, and Zhao Heng's pained but silent expression, a smile flickered across Ding Lingling's face as she waited to see Zhao Heng's humiliation. Competing for a woman with her brother, hmpf!

Just as the onlookers couldn't help but turn their heads, a shocking scene unfolded.

The originally motionless Zhao Heng suddenly became as agile as a leopard.

He didn't use his hands to block the five soccer balls, nor did he use his body to shield himself. Instead, he grabbed the top crossbar of the goal and leaped up, simultaneously using his right foot to continuously back-kick the incoming balls. Yes, back-kick! One back-kick, one ball shot back, instantly closing a fifteen-meter distance, heading straight for a special student's abdomen.

Bang!

The latter, in a panic, tried to dodge, but the fiercely incoming soccer ball hit his stomach. Unprepared, he was immediately sent rolling away like a winter melon, landing beside Ding Lingling. As he lay in pain, he saw Zhao Heng back-kick three more balls, with no tricky angles, just a display of speed and power.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the stunned silence of the crowd, three more sports students were knocked down by the soccer balls.

The best defense is a good offense, and Zhao Heng demonstrated this perfectly.

The spectators couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, and the Ding siblings were dumbfounded. No one expected Zhao Heng to have such explosive power and such exquisite ball skills. Du Ziyuan, in particular, covered her mouth in tension, her eyes filled with joy. She was increasingly captivated by Zhao Heng's fierce and无形散发的彪悍气质.

Seeing four of his companions fall, and the four rolling soccer balls, Tu Honggang's heart trembled. Then he saw Zhao Heng drop from the goal, playing with the ball he had shot, his face turning extremely ugly. He hadn't just failed to knock Zhao Heng down; he had even had four of his companions knocked down by Zhao Heng.

What the hell, what kind of technique is this?

Who would have thought that in high school, Zhao Heng and Lu Meng, one defending and one attacking, could beat the county soccer team's eleven players to the ground?

"Tu Honggang, here's your ball back!"

Zhao Heng continued to play with the ball leisurely, but as soon as he spoke, he suddenly exerted force, a flick of his foot sending the ball soaring high into the air, then descending in a rainbow arc. Only Tu Honggang, the one involved, could feel the dizziness. He instinctively tried to dodge the ball.

But it was already too late!

Bang!

The soccer ball hit Tu Honggang's chest hard. Although he reached out to catch it and touched it, Zhao Heng's power still sent him flying to the ground, rolling several meters away, looking utterly miserable. This was even with Zhao Heng holding back; otherwise, Tu Honggang might have spat blood on the spot.

Tu Honggang lay on the grass like a dead dog, the grass at the corner of his mouth trembling from his heavy breathing.

The entire field was silent, a classic underdog's comeback.

Struggling to stand up amidst the rolling blood, Zhao Heng was already standing in front of him, a smile playing on his lips:

"Are the grudges settled?"

At this moment, the Ding siblings also approached. Ding Lingling glared at Tu Honggang with a look of frustration, while Ding San Shao, having recovered from his shock and annoyance, maintained a fair and just demeanor: "Tu Honggang, you didn't score a single goal. It's time to fulfill your promise to settle the grudges."

"Settled... settled!"

Despite being knocked down by Zhao Heng, Tu Honggang still felt a hundred kinds of dissatisfaction, believing he hadn't used his full strength, so he answered reluctantly: "The grudges are over. As long as Zhao Heng doesn't cause us trouble, we won't cause him trouble. We'll leave each other alone."

"But if he humiliates us again..."

Tu Honggang flexed his muscles: "Then it's a different story."

He glared at Zhao Heng fiercely: "Your foot strength is impressive, but I have dozens of brothers."

Ding San Shao's lips curled in a mocking smile, then he looked at Zhao Heng with a smile: "It's settled. The matter is resolved. Although we can't be friends, we are still alumni of the same school. We won't bother each other in the future." He then smiled at Du Ziyuan: "Ziyuan, I can only do so much as a mediator."

Ding San Shao maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, impeccable.

Du Ziyuan smiled lightly in response: "Thank you."

But when Ding San Shao looked at Zhao Heng with a savior's gaze, he saw a look of disdain and even a hint of mockery on Zhao Heng's face, as if seeing through his pretense. Anger surged in Ding San Shao's heart, but he suppressed it and said to Du Ziyuan: "Ziyuan, let me show you around."

He knew that when a rival was shining, it was best to quickly divert the attention of the one he loved.

Ding Lingling seized the opportunity and immediately chimed in: "Yes, Ziyuan, let your brother show you around. He's been in college for three years, is the student council president, and the taekwondo club president. He knows every corner of Huahai University. I brought him here today to visit the school."

She shook her friend's arm and added with a bright smile: "Come with us, it'll be more fun with more people. And you don't have to trouble Zhao Heng so much. He has his own business to attend to. It's not good to keep him here. We're all friends, right?"

Du Ziyuan hesitated: "This..."

Before she could object, Ding Lingling added: "I'll also call Qingqing. The three of us will be together again. You haven't seen her in a long time, right? She's more mature and beautiful now. She's even the deputy captain of the Huahai police force, very impressive. You should meet her."

"Ziyuan, go have fun."

Although Zhao Heng disapproved of Ding Lingling's actions, he didn't want Du Ziyuan to be too uncomfortable, so he said calmly: "They know the campus better and can give you a better tour. Go with them. I'll go back to the dorm to shower. I've been busy all day and haven't returned yet."

"Let's meet again when we have the chance."

Du Ziyuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay! Stay in touch."

Zhao Heng nodded and turned to leave, running through the crowd towards the dormitory. The surrounding students quickly made way, but the disdain in their eyes had been replaced by awe. No one thought Zhao Heng was hiding behind a woman, but they were still upset, feeling the same frustration and anger as Tu Honggang and the others.

They could see high-rich-and-handsome men mistreating beautiful and rich women, but they absolutely couldn't accept a beautiful and rich woman being with a poor man for a long time. This was a typical case of jealousy, which has existed throughout history. Therefore, Zhao Heng's departure left them unable to talk about it with satisfaction, only with resentment.

They liked underdog comebacks, but they preferred their own comebacks.

Zhao Heng didn't pay much attention to the various thoughts of the surrounding students. It wasn't worth getting entangled in. Ding San Shao's actions also made him secretly shake his head. This guy was being too righteous. Although Du Ziyuan wasn't very experienced, she was smart and wouldn't be fooled by such clichés.

She didn't expose it because she was too kind.

When Zhao Heng returned to the dorm, he surprisingly found that Qiao Fatso and Song Qingguan were not there. A note on the table revealed that Fatso had gone to play chess with someone, taking Song Qingguan along to back him up. He couldn't believe Fatso had a romantic encounter, truly showing that one shouldn't judge a book by its cover. He shook his head and smiled, then went to take a shower.

He was a bit worried about Song Qingguan's safety, though. Although the Song family business was keeping her busy, there were still dangers and uncertainties. So he sent her a text before showering, telling her to be careful. After receiving a message that she was nearby, Zhao Heng felt relieved.

But before entering the bathroom, he muttered to himself: "What are these two up to?"

PS: Thanks to hohoyeung for the suggestions.