Chapter Thirty-Three: Who is the Stronger One?

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Five curved trajectories! Five footballs shot towards Zhao Heng with a deafening roar, the force was astonishing, and even the spectators felt suffocated by the sound of the air being torn apart. Du Ziyuan's expression tensed up, extremely worried as he looked at Zhao Heng, while the others also furrowed their brows, putting on an unbearable appearance, they didn't want to see Zhao Heng die too miserably.

  Everyone knows that Tu Honggang and his teammates are better at shooting people than shooting goals.

  Hou Gang believed that the power of their five tigers could push Zhao Heng into the goal step by step. Thinking of his twisted body like a sickle harvesting, thinking of Zhao Heng's painful but silent expression, a smile flashed across Ding Lingling's face, waiting to see Zhao Heng's joke, competing with her brother for a woman, hum!

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

  Originally still and unmoving, Zhao Heng suddenly became agile like a leopard.

  He didn't use his hands to block the five footballs, nor did he use his body to resist. Instead, he grasped the top of the goalpost and jumped up, simultaneously using his right foot to continuously counter-kick the concentrated footballs. Yes! Counter-kicking! One kick counter-kicked one ball, which suddenly shot back, instantly closing in on a distance of fifteen meters, directly hitting the abdomen of a specially recruited student.

  Bang!

  The latter, in the midst of great surprise, wanted to withdraw and dodge, but the football that came with a strong momentum had already hit his belly. Without any defense, he rolled out along with the ball, just like a rolling winter melon, at Ding Lingling's side. As he fell to the ground in pain, he saw Zhao Heng make another shot, without any tricky angles

  Some, just demonstrating speed and power.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  In the midst of everyone's astonishment, three more athletes were knocked down by football.

  The best defense is a good offense, as Zhao Heng's explanation was thorough and to the point.

  The students watching couldn't help but exclaim in shock, and the Ding siblings were also stunned. No one had expected Zhao Heng to have such explosive power and exquisite ball skills. Du Ziyuan was even more tense, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes shining with delight. She was increasingly captivated by Zhao Heng's fierce aura that seemed to emanate from every gesture.

  Tu Honggang saw the four companions fall to the ground, and also saw the four rolling footballs. His heart skipped a beat, and then he saw Zhao Heng falling from the goal post, his right foot playing with the football he had shot out, his face turned very ugly. He didn't expect not only did he fail to turn over Zhao Heng, but also let Zhao Heng counter-attack and knock the four companions to the ground.

  What the heck is this technology?

  Who would have thought that in their high school days, Zhao Heng and Lu Meng were on the county football team, with one defending and the other attacking, leaving all eleven players lying on the ground?

  "Huang Gang, return the ball!"

  Zhao Heng was still playing with the ball in a relaxed manner, but as soon as the words fell, he suddenly exerted force in an instant. A shot from the instep of his foot sent the football soaring high before drawing a rainbow-like arc in mid-air and plummeting down. The dizzying feeling could only be experienced by Tu Honggang himself, who subconsciously wanted to dodge the ball.

  But it's already too late!

  Bang!

  The football hit Tu Honggang's chest, although the latter had already stretched out his hand to hug and touched the football, but Zhao Heng's strength still knocked him to the ground. Tu Honggang rolled out four or five meters with the ball, as embarrassed as possible. This was also a situation where Zhao Heng spared no effort, otherwise Tu Honggang would have spat blood on the spot.

  Tu Honggang lay on the grass like a dead dog, panting, with the few blades of grass at his mouth blowing back and forth.

  The whole audience was silent, this is a counterattack of losers.

  He struggled to hold back his surging blood and stood up, only to see Zhao Heng already standing in front of him, a hint of a smile playing on the corner of his mouth:

  "Has the grudge been dissolved?"

  At this time, Ding Sanshao and others also came up, Ding Lingling glared at Tu Honggang with a fierce gaze, full of anger and resentment, while Ding Sanshao collected his shock and displeasure, still maintaining his fair and just image: "Tu Honggang, you didn't score a goal, it's time to fulfill the promise of wiping out old scores."

  "Get lost! Get out of here!"

  Although Zhao Heng had turned the tables on five people, Tu Honggang still felt unconvinced in his heart, thinking that he hadn't gone all out and let Zhao Heng turn the tables, so he replied with great reluctance: "Let bygones be bygones, as long as Zhao Heng doesn't bother us again, we rough men won't bother him either, everyone minds their own business."

  "But if he humiliates us again..."

  Tu Honggang flexed his arm muscles: "Then let's talk about it."

  He glared fiercely at Zhao Heng: "You're good at kicking a ball, but I have dozens of brothers."

  Ding San's mouth twitched with a hint of mockery, then he looked at Zhao Heng with a smile in his eyes: "It's all right, the matter is settled. Although we can't be friends, we're still alumni of the same school. Let's not interfere with each other in the future." He then smiled at Du Ziyuan: "Ziyuan, this peacemaker can only do so much."

  Ding Sanshao's demeanor was elegant and effortless, leaving no room for criticism.

  Du Ziyuan smiled lightly and replied, "Thank you."

  Ding Sanshao gazed at Zhao Heng with a savior's gaze, but saw the latter's face filled with disdain and even a hint of mockery, as if seeing through his pretentiousness. Ding Sanshao couldn't help but feel a surge of anger at being seen through, but he suppressed it and said to Du Ziyuan: "Ziyuan, let's take a walk."

  He deeply understands that when a rival is shining brightly, he must quickly shift his beloved's gaze.

  Ding Lingling also seized the rare opportunity and immediately chimed in: "Right, Ziyan, let Brother accompany you on a stroll around, he's been in university for three years, and is still the president of the student union and the taekwondo club, he's extremely familiar with every nook and cranny of Huahai University. I'm also dragging him to school today for a tour."

  She pulled her best friend's arm and swung it twice, with a bright smile adding: "Why don't you play with us? The more the merrier! And you won't have to bother Zhao Heng so much. After all, he has his own private affairs too. It's not good for him if you keep dragging him along like this. We're different though, we're all our own people. Isn't that right?"

  Du Ziyuan hesitated for a moment: "This...this..."

  Ding Lingling didn't wait for her to voice her objection, and added a few more sentences: "I'll call Qingqing again, and the three golden flowers will be together again. You haven't seen her in a long time, have you? She's even more mature and beautiful than before, and she's still the deputy captain of the Huahai police force. She's as elegant and refreshing as ever, you should really go see her."

  "Zi Yan, go play."

  Although Zhao Heng was not ashamed of Ding Ling's little movements, he also didn't want Du Ziyuan to be too embarrassed. So, he calmly opened his mouth: "They are more familiar with the campus environment than I am and can give you a better introduction and reference. Why don't you follow them around? I'll head back to the dormitory to wash up first; I've been busy all day and haven't returned yet."

  "Let's have another chance to meet again."

  Du Ziyuan hesitated for a moment before finally nodding: "Alright! Keep in touch."

  Zhao Heng nodded and turned to leave, quickly running out of the crowd towards his dormitory. The students around him made way for him, but their eyes were no longer scornful as they had been replaced by shock earlier. At this moment, no one looked down on Zhao Heng for hiding behind a woman's back, but they felt uncomfortable and had a sense of resentment and anger in their hearts towards Gou Honggang and others.

  Similarly, those losers can see a rich and handsome guy messing with a beautiful woman, but they absolutely cannot accept that the beautiful woman is with a poor young man. This is a typical jealous mentality, which has existed since ancient times. Therefore, Zhao Heng's departure made them unable to discuss it freely tonight, and they are even more resentful.

  They like nerds counterattacking, but they like themselves counterattacking.

  Zhao Heng didn't pay much attention to the various thoughts in the minds of his fellow students, and he thought it was unnecessary to get entangled too much. Ding Sanshao's actions also made him secretly shake his head - this kid was too self-righteous. Although Du Ziyuan wasn't very worldly, how could these clichéd tricks deceive her clever mind?

  It's not that she's stupid, it's just that she's too kind.

  Zhao Heng returned to the dormitory and found that Qiao Baozi and Song Qingguan were not there. After sweeping over the notes on the table, he learned that Baozi had gone out with someone to play chess and make friends, and had also taken Song Qingguan along to put on a show. He didn't expect that Baozi would really have a romantic encounter. It seemed that people couldn't be judged by their appearance. So he shook his head, smiled twice, and went to take a bath.

  He was just a bit worried about Song Qingguan's safety, although the Song Corporation had a lot of trouble to deal with, there were still dangers and variables, so he sent a text message to Song Qingguan before taking a bath, telling him to be careful, and only after receiving news from near the school did Zhao Heng feel at ease.

  But before entering the restroom, he muttered: "What are these two guys playing?"