Chapter 16

Qifeng finally joined a large group of girls for class. The scene was indescribable. Even though Qifeng was focused on cultivating his skills and not on the girls, he couldn't help but feel his heart race a bit when he first encountered this situation.

It must be said that the power of a group is infinite! In a science and engineering school, the girls usually appeared shy and reserved, surrounded by many boys. But now, with over two hundred girls facing Qifeng alone, it was Qifeng who felt uncomfortable, as if he had entered a land of women! And he didn't even have three disciples to protect him!

Faced with the various gazes of the girls from all directions—surprised, curious, disdainful, and even flirtatious—Qifeng didn't know what expression to put on. At this moment, he suddenly understood a friend who had gone to a teacher's college. Everyone always envied and hated the abundance of girls and the lack of competition at his school, but the friend would always shake his head and smile bitterly. At the time, everyone thought he was just being picky, but now Qifeng could truly empathize!

Even a hero can't withstand a crowd, and a hungry tiger can't match a pack of wolves, even if these wolves were all quite good-looking... Qifeng shook his head to clear his mind, which had wandered far off. Yes, it's time to practice!

Sitting still, performing the initial posture, and regulating his breathing, Qifeng quickly calmed down. This was all taught by Su Meizi on the spot, and Qifeng had remembered it all. The qi and blood in his body began to flow smoothly, and his spirit became completely focused, as if the outside world had drifted to the farthest reaches of the universe.

To give an inappropriate example, it was like Qifeng, the ostrich, had buried his head in the sand, and the world had become quiet.

However, from the outside, the scene was different. Su Meizi, who had been irritated by Qifeng earlier but couldn't vent her anger, deliberately placed him in the center of a group of girls to see him flounder. But to her surprise, Qifeng remained completely unperturbed, sitting down gracefully in a yoga posture, eyes half-closed, face serene, and a faint smile on his lips, exuding an aura of solemnity!

Su Meizi thought she must be seeing things. If this guy shaved his head, he would look like a little high monk! She couldn't help but rub her eyes. She didn't know that Qifeng was practicing a profound secret technique from the Esoteric School, and when he meditated, his true nature naturally manifested, making him seem more impressive than he actually was.

Qifeng immediately impressed the girls present. All of them had practiced yoga and could tell that Qifeng was truly immersed in his practice. Not only was his posture natural and relaxed, but his breathing was also perfectly controlled, exuding a sense of peace and joy. His level seemed to surpass even the club president, Su Mengmei!

At this point, the suspicion of Qifeng being a pervert was finally dispelled.

The process of cultivation was so magical that Qifeng didn't feel much time had passed before the class ended again. Why "again"? Mainly because Yan Yufeng "again" came!

Without a doubt, it was another five one-on-one matches! But today, there were a few more spectators.

"Is he Qifeng?" The spectators observed and whispered from a distance.

"He looks ordinary. How can he be the one who beat the captain?" Clearly, some were skeptical of the rumors about Qifeng. Calling Yan Yufeng "captain" suggested they were from the basketball team. Qifeng could hear their whispers from a distance and noticed that they were all over 1.9 meters tall, even taller than Yan Yufeng.

"Let's see."

Yan Yufeng didn't care about the spectators and threw the ball to Qifeng: "Let's start, five matches!"

Qifeng caught the ball and nodded. Neither of them warmed up and started playing directly. Yan Yufeng had just finished a training session, and Qifeng had been stretching for a while, so there was no need!

Qifeng felt his control had improved. At least now he could dribble and move with some agility and change of direction, which he couldn't do two days ago!

Yan Yufeng seemed to have anticipated Qifeng's improvement and guarded him tightly, always staying close no matter how Qifeng tried to break through, not giving him any space to shoot.

The two figures moved faster and faster, the sound of their shoes scraping the floor filling the court. In the end, Qifeng lost control of the ball, which bounced off his foot and out of bounds.

Neither Qifeng nor Yan Yufeng made any comments, simply picked up the ball, exchanged possession, and it was Yan Yufeng's turn to attack.

"He doesn't seem that great. His fundamentals are poor, and his touch is stiff. Why is the captain practicing with him?"

The spectators shook their heads in confusion. At that moment, they saw Qifeng lose his balance and watch helplessly as Yan Yufeng scored a layup.

"Ah, this is boring. Let's go." The leader of the group called everyone to leave.

"Wait." One of the spectators, wearing a No. 23 jersey, stepped forward as the ball went out of play: "Captain, why don't you take a break? Let me try?"

The two on the court paused. Yan Yufeng glanced at his teammate and asked Qifeng: "What do you think?"

Qifeng shrugged: "Sure, but I won't be responsible if you get hurt. You know I don't have much control."

Yan Yufeng patted his teammate's shoulder and said, "Be careful," then stepped back to watch.

No. 23? Qifeng looked at the new opponent's jersey. He's pretty confident. Wearing No. 23 on a basketball court is a big deal, much more so than wearing No. 10 in soccer.

"Hey, is your 23 for MJ or LJ?" Qifeng lowered his center of gravity, letting the opponent attack first.

"Of course, it's for the King's 23!"

"Ah, I see." Qifeng nodded. This should be a power player. He liked this type!

Sure enough, the opponent charged forward, lowering his shoulder and plowing straight into Qifeng's defensive position. Qifeng could have met him head-on, but he didn't want to hurt anyone, so he stepped back slightly, creating an angle and sticking to the opponent.

Seeing the opponent step aside, No. 23 took advantage of the situation, cutting in and trying to use his body to push Qifeng aside and score. It seemed easy to him! Qifeng was only 1.75 meters tall and didn't look very muscular, while he was nearly 1.90 meters tall, enough to overpower him. The opponent couldn't even reach to steal the ball!

The teammates on the sidelines cheered for him. Only Yan Yufeng shook his head: "Idiot! Do you think I avoid him for no reason?"

Sure enough, as soon as he got close to Qifeng, No. 23 was shocked. A terrifying force pushed him off balance, making him stumble and lose control of the ball. He had to hug the ball and take a few small steps, blindly attempting a four-step layup.

Before he could land, a black shadow darted from the left, and there was a crisp "slap" as the ball was blocked. The ball hit the rim and was caught by Qifeng, who was still in the air. Qifeng held back his strength; he didn't want to break the gym's glass.

Qifeng dribbled the ball to the three-point line: "My turn to attack."

The opponent finally reacted, realizing he had underestimated Qifeng. He gritted his teeth and walked over, determined to regain his pride.

Qifeng dribbled and accelerated, using his body to push the opponent, forcing his way through! He used the exact same move the opponent had used earlier!

The defender tried to push Qifeng away but was forced back towards the basket by the powerful force, being pushed forward by Qifeng.

Without even needing to gather his strength, Qifeng carried the opponent, stomped his left foot, and leaped, using his waist strength to swing his arms in a half-circle, performing a small windmill dunk!

With a "thud," No. 23 was sent flying out of bounds, and Qifeng hung on the rim, looking down to make sure he didn't step on anyone before landing. He walked over and extended his hand to help the opponent up: "Are you okay?"

The opponent was still dazed, rubbing his sore side and nodding blankly: "I... I'm fine." He was helped off the court by Qifeng.

The spectators on the sidelines were stunned. Yan Yufeng shook his head and walked over, patting his teammate: "Do you know why you're not in the starting lineup? You can't read the game or understand your own strengths. Learn to read the game and watch carefully."

Picking up the ball, Yan Yufeng returned to the court and said to Qifeng: "Let's go again!"

Qifeng knew Yan Yufeng wouldn't stop until they finished the five matches, so he clapped his hands: "Come on!"

At this point, the spectators were looking at the match with a different perspective.

"No wonder. Look at the captain's moves; he has to fake out the opponent to get inside."

The No. 23 who had just played stuck out his tongue: "Who knew that little guy had such strength? How much do you think he can bench press?"

"From the way you were thrown out, at least 100 kilograms, right?" "Shut up!"

The five matches took almost as long as a formal game, and of course, Qifeng lost.

The spectators, who had watched for a long time, finally understood. Qifeng was like a human tyrannosaurus. Even though Yan Yufeng's body was top-notch in the league, he was at a disadvantage in speed, jumping, and strength against Qifeng. If he couldn't shake Qifeng off, he would likely get blocked, and any defensive lapse would result in a powerful dunk.

The leader of the group, who had a more experienced eye, said: "The captain is using Qifeng to hone his skills. No one on our team can do this." Yan Yufeng could dominate all opponents with his physical strength alone.

Another said: "I think I'm starting to see things."

The others asked: "What things?"

"I think I saw Hanamichi Sakuragi battling Rukawa Kaede."

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