C350 The Teacher Is Unfair
C350 The Teacher Is Unfair
Everyone shouted passionately and confidently.
And there was no punishment.
Let's go all out.
Ye Fan knew that Anyang was under a lot of pressure, so he gave her an encouraging look and said in a deep voice.
"Okay, let's officially begin."
...
"Teacher Han Xun, who do you think will win this bet?"
Teacher Lee, who was standing not far away, witnessed everything and became interested.
Han Xun shook his head. "It's hard to say. Tung Shou, Wong Yi and a few others are very talented in cultivation."
"The control of spiritual energy must be faster, but Anyang is persistent and has great perseverance. It is not certain who will win and who will lose."
Teacher Li did not agree. "I think the boy can win. To perfectly control the spiritual energy, it depends on talent."
"Hard work is only a small part of it. Anyang's talent is not enough to surpass everyone."
"No, no, no. In the path of cultivation, perseverance and perseverance are equally important. It is hard to tell who will win." Han Xun explained with a scheming look.
"No, it's definitely a boy's win."
"No, I think Anyang also has a high chance of winning."
"You just followed me. Alright, let's set up a bet."
"If the boy wins, you jump a thousand times in front of all the teachers in the office. On the contrary, I jump." Teacher Li said fiercely.
"Alright, let's bet then. Who's afraid of who? Don't let the rope whip your nose when the time comes."
"Alright..."
Just like that, Han Xun and Teacher Lee's gamble also officially began.
Although neither of them could perfectly control the spiritual energy, they still had good eyesight.
They could tell who improved the most with a single glance.
Thus, their hearts were also beating along with their students' progress.
After all, jumping a thousand ropes was no different from suicide. To be able to hurt you to the point of wanting to die... and to jump in front of all the teachers, that was truly shameful to the point of being f * cking embarrassing - - it was extremely shameful.
...
At this moment, Anyang was sweating profusely in the classroom. Even though there were scars all over her legs, it could not stop her heart from beating. With every beat, the pain in her legs was like a heart booster, reminding her to persist.
Once, twice, thrice...
Countless times...
"Mhmm!"
With a muffled sound, Anyang fell to the ground. Her numb legs could no longer support her bouncing.
The pain was like a flood, instantly causing her to collapse.
Beads of water slid down her face. It was unknown whether it was sweat or tears.
But after taking a short rest, she still stood up strong and waved the rope again.
"Anyang, do your best!"
"If you want to grasp the foundation of jumping rope, you must master the output of spirit energy and maintain balance!"
Han Xun saw that Anyang only knew how to train hard and kindly reminded her from the side.
Anyang also felt the encouragement and jumped even harder.
White stains gradually appeared on her sportswear.
This was the crystallisation of the salt caused by the evaporation of sweat, the drenching, and the evaporation.
Anyang's hard work not only touched others, but also touched herself.
Finally... three hours had passed.
She did not complete the jump rope a hundred times.
The boys all revealed relieved smiles.
In this competition, they might not win, but they definitely would not lose...
"I'll do it!"
Anyang handed him the jump rope with a cold face.
No one knew what she was thinking.
It was just at that moment.
She looked at Ye Fan.
The latter gave her a calm look.
The competition wasn't over yet.
What was there to panic about?
Immediately after, in the male camp.
They were also fighting for their own honor, not fearing exhaustion or pain.
After completely immersing their heart into their own spiritual energy, as they analysed and summarized, they found a point where they could maintain their balance, and it seemed that it was not far away.
Ninety-six, ninety-seven...
Wong Yi's legs trembled, but it had almost reached 100.
Not good.
Ye Fan was stunned.
He didn't expect Wong Yi to actually complete it.
He didn't expect this kid to have some potential.
And at this time, his role had been put to good use.
"Cough cough, everyone stop the jump rope in your hands!"
"98, 99..."
"I said stop! "
Ye Fan moved.
He grabbed the rope from Wong Yi's hand like a ghost.
Wong Yi was stunned.
Both of his hands were still in the posture of jumping for the last time. His eyes were empty, and there was even a hint of despair in them.
He was only one step away from completing it.
He did not need to endure any more pain. He was about to escape from the bitter sea, but was actually pulled down by Ye Fan?
This was just like when he had just reached level 99 in a game.
Just as he was about to max out, he was instantly killed by someone with a single slash.
He dropped to level 1 and everything returned to zero.
This feeling was as if he had fallen from heaven to hell, and he was in so much pain that he wished he could die.
"Teacher, you're biased! You clearly don't want me to win, I'll jump to 100 right away."
Wong Yi felt wronged.
Even the other male students could feel it.
Because they were in the same group.
It was to defend their honor.
The teacher was indeed biased, and he was even bluffing.
Ye Fan ignored him, and instead clapped his hands.
"The two of you, come with me to another place to train. The rest of you, take turns jumping rope."
They were all martial artists.
The time for cultivation was not very certain.
Even if he had to endure the whole night, it would not be a problem.
Ye Fan planned to come this time.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be a time to start.
Before he left, Ye Fan winked at Anyang.
Anyang immediately understood.
Her eyes were full of gratitude.
She even thought in her heart, Thank you, Ye Fan!
I never thought that you would lose face for my sake.
What a considerate and warm man!
"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving!"
Wong Yi laid on the ground and threw a tantrum.
"Teacher is too biased, I'm not convinced."
"What's wrong with girls? Can girls have special privileges?"
Ye Fan shook his head.
"No special privileges, but as a companion, I hope you have some sympathy."
"This competition doesn't win the house, nor the land, nor does it have the so-called dignity you all speak of."
"Its meaning is to make you all work hard to cultivate."
Ning Han who did not speak for a long time pointed at Anyang.
"Look at the injuries on Anyang's body."
Everyone's gaze shifted.
At this moment, her entire body was in a mess. Not a single part of her body was intact. Her originally fair and delicate skin had also become riddled with injuries.
Her calf had become thicker by more than two laps, and it was swollen to the point that it was almost as big as a boy's.
Even her arms and face had scars. The tears and sweat on her face were interwoven together, making her look like a little cat, delicate and pitiful.
"This... Did I say something too much just now?" Wong Yi asked.
"I have said a lot, it is very hurtful."
"Yes, and you even accused the teacher."
"Let's see how you're going to resolve this. Prepare for the funeral. I've already prepared the photos for you."
...
Wong Yi wanted to hear everyone say no, but things did not go according to his wishes. The cruel reality was like a splash of cold water on him.
He was not a stone-hearted person. They were all companions, and it would be a lie if they did not have feelings for each other.
If it wasn't for her taking the initiative to provoke him, he believed that no one in the class would treat her as an opponent.
He looked at Anyang's pitiful and pitiful appearance.
He couldn't help but feel a little sour in his nose as he wanted to go over and support her.
But he didn't dare. After all, his words might hurt him.