Chapter Thirty-Two: Challenge

  "Zi Yan, you're really happy!"

  Ding Lingling still showed a slightly exaggerated happy expression, her long legs wrapped in black stockings crossed over each other: "Brother, you're so biased. Every time you see Ziyan, you send flowers, but this time it's too little, previously every time was 999 flowers, today there's only one, I'll punish you to make up for the remaining number tomorrow, no, send double the flowers."

  The students around felt a chill, but also secretly sighed at the Ding family's formidable strength.

  Du Ziyuan first glanced at Zhao Heng with conditioned reflex, and after seeing the latter's calm expression, she secretly let out a sigh of relief. She was clear that Ding Sanshao liked her, pursued her, and her parents had a certain good impression of him. He had family education, ability, and knew how to please his elders, and was considered one of the best among the young generation of Huahai.

  However, she did not have romantic feelings for Ding Sanshao, only that faint sense of sibling affection. So she never accepted Ding Sanshao's pursuit and even made excuses to visit her grandmother to avoid his enthusiasm, changing the address on the notice to her grandmother's house so that Ding Sanshao wouldn't take the notice from the Du family to Huazhou.

  Of course, there is also the joy of sharing with grandma her own university admission.

  She thought a few months of coldness could make him give up, but he was still passionate as ever.

  "Thank you!"

  Du Ziyuan smiled politely, but didn't take the rose: "This flower... Third Young Master, you should give it to your beloved girlfriend." She spoke with precision, not letting Ding Sanshao continue the topic, and added a few more sentences: "Third Young Master, I won't chat with you anymore, I want to stroll around with my friends!"

  Ding Sanshao's eyes revealed an emotion that he couldn't hide, and he really wanted to go up and hold Du Ziyuan's hand, announcing to everyone that she was the one he liked the most. But after taking two steps forward, he realized that such behavior was too ungentlemanly and shallow, so he forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart: "Want to take a walk with friends?"

  Du Ziyuan nodded slightly and bowed his head slightly towards Zhao Heng:

  "Yes, I'm going out for a walk with friends."

  Ding Sanshao slowly turned around and glanced at Zhao Heng, his eyes without any hostility or anger, but with a fleeting disdain and a well-concealed scorn. He then resumed his polite demeanor and slightly bowed to Zhao Heng: "Hello! My name is Ding Jialiang, a junior student at Huahai University. May I ask your honorable surname, young master?"

  His surname is Zhao! From Jiangjun City, Shandong Province!

  Ding Lingling didn't wait for Zhao Heng to respond, and concisely threw out two sentences. With her eyebrows raised in anger, she had long been furious at Zhao Heng for not heeding her warnings, especially after hearing that Du Ziyuan wanted to wander around with him, so she revealed the humble origins of Zhao Heng in public, letting everyone know his lowly status.

  Tu Honggang's smile became even more radiant, originally a mountain village boy, Du Ziyuan also pulled Zhao Heng's sleeve, smiled and explained: "Third Shao, his name is Zhao Heng, he helped me find my admission notice on the train, I met him on the road today, so I sent him back to school."

  She called him "Third Young Master", obviously keeping a distance.

  "So it was!"

  Ding Sanshao maintained a warm and gentle smile, and once again bowed to Zhao Heng.

  "Hello, young master!"

  The old hand, Ding Jialiang, knew that to win the beauty back, he had to make himself invincible. Countless young masters were despised by top-quality women because they were too straightforward and exposed their true nature too early. So, he stretched out his hand to Zhao Heng and smiled leisurely: "Nice to meet you, thanks for helping Ziyuan."

  The last sentence was quite meaningful, and he put his gaze on Tu Honggang's face again, with a smile that added a few more solemn and cold: "Tu Honggang, what were you guys doing just now? What friction did you start? Is it because your specially recruited students are relying on their physical strength to bully the weak, or do you believe I will report your behavior to the school?"

  Ding Sanshao puts himself in a morally superior position and wins the silent approval of many people.

  "Third Young Master, we really didn't bully the weak!"

  Tu Honggang pointed at Zhao Heng and argued strongly for himself: "It's just that this kid is too deceitful, scolding us special students for being ignorant and useless in the Southwest cafeteria, and just now he relied on brute force to blow up our football. What makes people most hateful is that he not only doesn't admit it, but also hides behind Miss Du and lets a woman take the lead."

  Du Ziyuan hastily spoke up: "There's been a misunderstanding..."

  Ding Lingling interrupted her best friend: "Zi Yan, don't cover up for him anymore."

  "Regardless of right or wrong, Ziyan's friends are my friends."

  When Ding Lingling stamped her foot in protest, Ding Sanshao pushed his glasses and said: "Tu Honggang, I'm telling you, I'll take responsibility for this matter today. Whether it's compensation or apology, it doesn't matter. Just don't block the school road like this, affecting the school's reputation and making people terrified. What do you say, how are we going to resolve this?"

  "We originally wanted to teach him a lesson."

  A hint of a smile flashed across Tu Honggang's face, and he spread his hands in response: "But since it was Ding Sanlang who took the initiative to take on this matter, we admire Sanlang's courage and integrity. This matter can be easily settled!" He said as he looked at Zhao Heng and opened his mouth: "We'll shoot five balls, if you can defend one ball, the matter will be closed."

  "After all, we need to give an account to all the athletes who have been humiliated."

  Obviously, they wanted to use football to bully Zhao Heng. When Du Ziyuan frowned, Ding Sanshao shouted in a low voice: "Tu Honggang, what are you doing? Are you not giving face? Zhao Heng comes from a small mountain village and has to work hard every day to study for the entrance exam of Huahai University. Where does he have time to play football? How can he guard your ball?"

  His words are venomous, his heart is punishable!

  He didn't want to follow Zhao Heng, who was also a student at Huazhong University, and his mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm. As soon as Ding San Shao spoke, the eyes around him looking at Zhao Heng were filled with even more ridicule. Tu Honggang also smiled and shook his head: "Shooting is just a formality, it's all about attitude. If you can hold onto one ball, all grudges will be forgotten."

  Du Ziyuan worried: "Can't hold on?"

  She had clearly seen that the people in front of her were sports students, and football was bound to be played with great skill, so she was worried that Zhao Heng would not be able to withstand it. Tu Honggang had expected this topic a long time ago and replied very generously: "If he really can't hold on, it doesn't matter, as long as you invite the 36 of us to have a meal in the cafeteria."

  "We will let him off."

  Ding Sanshao was just about to say something when Zhao Heng patted his clothes: "Alright, I accept your terms!"

  Tu Honggang and the others burst out laughing, Ding Lingling also snorted coldly in secret. This Zhao Heng is really not afraid of death. With Tu Honggang's skills, Zhao Heng will probably be beaten to the ground by five balls. It's good, let him lose face in front of so many people, and let Zi Yan see how incompetent Zhao Heng is.

  Unfortunately, Lu Meng was not present, otherwise it would be clear that the more compromising Hong Er is, the more terrifying he is.

  Zhao Hengshou stood in front of a small goal, five meters wide and 2.4 meters high.

  Tu Honggang waved his hand and had someone bring over five soccer balls. Apart from going on the field himself, he also picked four teammates with impressive physiques and footwork, preparing to give Zhao Heng a lesson he would never forget. The specially recruited players indeed had some presence, and when they stood in front of the goal with their feet on the soccer balls, an aura of dominance was already emanating from them.

  Du Ziyuan slightly furrowed his brow, with worry in his eyes. Ding Sanshao smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, Zhao Heng should be able to score a goal."

  Ding Lingling also chimed in: "Don't worry, I've already told Tu Honggang to spare his legs."

  At that moment when Du Ziyuan's complex expression turned into a smile, and everyone in the audience widened their eyes to watch, Zhao Heng suddenly spoke to Tu Hong: "You five, start playing together."

  The whole audience was stunned, Tu Honggang angrily shouted at Zhao Heng.

  Ding San sighed and said, "Heavenly retribution can be survived, but human retribution..." He made a subtle gesture to Tu Honggang, who immediately understood and shouted to his four teammates, "Brothers, this kid dares to pretend in public, let's satisfy him, beat him until he rolls on the ground."

  The four of them responded in unison: "Good!"

  The sunlight poured down, illuminating the entire court with a dazzling golden light.

  Five people, from different angles, faced Zhao Heng, like five sharp arrows ready to shoot him dead at any moment. Yet, Zhao Heng didn't even bend his body, and in the sunlight, he revealed a not-so-strong but tenacious figure, with a hint of a smile on his lips. That smile, however, was tinged with an inexplicable coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

  "Get out of here!"

  Tu Honggang roared: "Fire!"

  Five people run at two-second intervals, with five feet following and lifting in succession.

  Shoot, eject, launch...

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