northernbook Chapter 913 Killing someone doesn't mean destroying their spirit!
Chapter 913 Killing someone doesn't mean destroying their spirit!
When Fang Wuwei returned from the warehouse, he looked rather unwell, his expression quite subtle. Although he was somewhat surprised, he didn't forget that he still had a project to complete.
His next event was shot put, and when he arrived there, Yuta and Rikka were already waiting for him.
Nibutani and Maki Ikeuchi went to compete in rope skipping and shuttlecock kicking. The others weren't in the same class as them, so only Rikka and Yuta had free time and were wandering around looking around.
"You're back. What did Xiaoqi want you to do?"
"N-nothing...you'll find out this afternoon..."
With many people around, Fang Wuwei glossed over the matter and didn't reveal the truth. He hadn't forgotten what Shichisei had asked him to keep secret, so he silently kept the matter quiet.
Yuta raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat puzzled.
"So mysterious... Never mind, you're back just in time, it'll be your turn soon."
As he spoke, Yuta pointed to the field, where a familiar figure was striking a rather standard shot put throwing stance, holding the shot put firmly against his neck. He had learned the posture quite well.
"He looks familiar... Oh, isn't that my brother Cheng?"
The pitcher on the field was Makoto Isshiki, in the most standard posture. He maintained that poised and ready stance, his arm muscles tense, his face flushed red, but he hesitated to throw the shot put, seemingly doing something.
"What's Cheng-ge doing?"
"I don't know... He's been holding this position for thirty seconds, but that's perfect, Isshiki, you're next."
Fang Wuwei and Yuta stood aside with their arms crossed, quietly watching Isshiki Makoto perform. He was really good at keeping his composure. It wasn't until the referee started to get a little impatient that Isshiki Makoto's eyes lit up. He took a deep breath and, with a roar, finally threw the shot put.
"Class 2-2, Makoto Isshiki—8.57 meters!"
After briefly measuring the distance, the referee loudly announced Isshiki Makoto's score and wrote it down for the volunteer students. Isshiki Makoto was immediately overjoyed. His score was already quite good; most of the students who scored higher than him were sports students, so losing to them was understandable.
"not bad."
"Not bad right."
"But what is he doing?"
Fang Wuwei and Yuta gave this assessment, but Rikka still had some doubts.
However, Isshiki Makoto's performance was a bit strange; after accumulating power for so long, he did indeed make a fool of himself.
Why...?
Fang Wuwei noticed that Isshiki Makoto's eyes were fixed on a certain direction, on the crowd there. His little brain clicked and he instantly understood why this guy had been gathering his strength for so long.
"Wow, that kid deliberately held back until now so he could see Senior Sister Huixiang."
"Oh?"
Yuta and Rikka were stunned for a moment. Following the direction Fang Wuwei pointed, they looked at the crowd and, sure enough, saw Senior Huixiang and her friend passing by.
Isshiki Makoto's roar did indeed attract her attention, and out of politeness, Kumin-senpai clapped for him. Upon seeing this, Isshiki Makoto's blood boiled, and he couldn't hide his excitement and joy any longer.
"Just so Senior Sister Fennel could see, this kid held up his strength for a full half minute?"
Yuta opened his mouth wide, stunned, and after a long while, he managed to utter a single sentence.
"............Okay......, that's very much his style. By the way, he hasn't given up yet."
Fang Wuwei, caught up in his tendency to feel embarrassed for others, reached out and rubbed his face, really not wanting to admit that he knew this guy.
But as luck would have it, Isshiki Makoto spotted them immediately and ran over with a grin.
"Hey, Togashi, Higashikazu, you guys saw that, right? Pretty good throw, huh!"
"Hmm... this result is already quite good."
"Look how cool and perfect your pose is! Hmm~ Senior Fennel must have seen it, it was worth all the time I put it off..."
"Really?! You're such a rascal..."
Fang Wuwei patted Isshiki Makoto's shoulder silently, then walked past him toward the shot put, where the referee had already called his name.
"Hehehe, I've been practicing for a long time specifically for this competition..."
Makoto Isshiki leaned on Yuuta's shoulder with a smug look on his face, boasting about his training. His posture wasn't just copied; he had actually learned it himself, all for the purpose of showing off at the sports festival.
This won't just catch Senior Sister Fennel's attention; other girls... will definitely be captivated by him too.
"Oh dear, being too outstanding can be a problem too~"
Isshiki Makoto feigned deep emotion, then turned his gaze to Fang Wuwei on the field.
Fang Wuwei casually picked up the shot put after entering the arena and then tossed it out with a very casual and unskilled technique. Upon seeing this, Isshiki Makoto immediately pretended to be heartbroken and covered his eyes, turning his head away as if he couldn't bear to watch. His behavior was exaggerated to an extreme.
"Oh dear!! Shot put isn't just about having strength to throw it far, Dongfang, how could you be so careless? Shot put requires a lot of practice... Sigh, oh well, I'll teach you properly later..."
"Class 2-3, Dongfang Konghong... 19.24 meters?!?"
Before Isshiki Makoto could finish speaking, he froze in shock.
Rikka, standing next to Yuuta, chuckled. Makoto Isshiki's behavior was truly hilarious; he'd been bragging and boasting for ages, only to be completely outmatched before he could even finish his sentence...
"Rikka, don't do this..."
Yuta spoke softly, then reached out and patted Isshiki Makoto's shoulder, removing his hand from his shoulder and leaving him standing there petrified.
"It's not your fault, Isshiki. That guy is a monster, everyone knows that."
But Yuta's words of comfort were followed by gasps from the nearby girls and a synchronized, shocking "Huh?!" from the boys, making Isshiki Makoto's words even more jarring.
The referee was clearly taken aback. He picked up the ball and weighed it himself. Although it was the school sports festival and the shot put used was lighter, the result was still terrifying. The teacher thought the ball was broken, but the weight was still the same. There was nothing wrong with the ball; it was just the person who was terrifying.
The referee was at a loss and could only write it down. The grade would still have to wait for the principal and the grade head to make a decision...
Fang Wuwei confirmed the results and walked off the field, but instead of leaving, he returned to Yuta and the others, stood in front of Isshiki Makoto, and then, seeing the disbelief, confusion, fear, and even some pain in Makoto's eyes, gently patted his shoulder and asked in a calm tone, even with just the right amount of curiosity:
"I think I vaguely heard you talking up there. What did you say? What technique? What were you teaching?"
"Wow, you not only kill someone, you also destroy their heart?! How terrifying!"
"If you cut open the red eye, it will definitely be black..."