Chapter 112 Love can’t rely solely on being moved; you have to use overwhelming force to make her heart flutter.

Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong played more fiercely, their expressions becoming less and less as they mostly delivered smash shots.

They were diametrically opposed.

With a bang, the badminton shuttlecock shot out like a bullet. A violent explosion echoed in the corner of the teaching building, attracting many people from their classes to stand by the windows and watch.

Under the midday sun, everything became sweaty.

After a wide-ranging run, Li Qingrong delivered another smash, hitting the shuttlecock out of her hand and then casually taking off her jacket.

Zhang Ningzhi watched from the sidelines and couldn’t help but swallow.

“They… seem to be playing with Life Qi?”

Yao Beibei opened her mouth but couldn’t say for sure. The two played too ferociously, with intense explosions of sound, neither giving way to the other.

She clearly saw the thin layer of muscle on Li Qingrong’s arm as she swung her racket in the sunlight, and the gritting of her teeth during a smash, showing she truly had some temper.

Jiang Nian was the same; his smash shots held nothing back, the sonic booms sounding terrifying.

With a bang, one might have thought someone had fired a gun.

“It’s starting again!” Li Hua bared his teeth. “Ma Guojun, do you think Nian and the Class Monitor won’t just throw their rackets and start fighting?”

Ma Guojun was also stunned. “Hard to say, Jiang Nian and the Class Monitor are both getting a bit heated, they’ve worked up some temper.”

“Nian is still awesome, he goes for the kill as soon as he gets a chance, showing no mercy.” Li Hua shook his head with emotion, then added, “The Class Monitor is also pretty awesome.”

Bang, bang, bang!!! There were several more rapid sonic booms.

The students of Class Three watching were no longer calm.

“Holy cow, does Jiang Nian have a grudge against the Class Monitor? He’s jumping to smash every time, it feels like the racket can barely hold up. This must be a personal vendetta, right?”

“Hard to say, maybe there really is some old enmity.” Ma Guojun suddenly turned and asked, “Li Hua, wasn’t the Class Monitor also from No. 2 Middle School before?”

“Damn, how would I know that?”

Jiang Nian was also a bit out of breath, but seeing Li Qingrong’s quick smash shots, he was delighted by the challenge and felt a bit eager to play. Playing high clears back and forth was indeed very satisfying.

The feeling of pushing his physical limits also got him a bit hyped up.

He was sure Li Qingrong was also getting a bit hyped up. Although both were enjoying themselves, they were both looking for a higher ‘breaking point,’ though that description didn’t seem quite right.

In short, the dopamine from exercise was too pure.

As they played, the violent part of their genes experienced an Awakening. Extreme jump smashes, backcourt heavy artillery, backhand smashes, continuous jump smashes, the ultimate offensive pressure.

Higher, faster, stronger – this has always been the violent aesthetic pursued by humans.

The visual and auditory experience brought by badminton compressed this violence to its limit. Though not as passionate as professional basketball, badminton has a lower barrier to entry.

Just standing on the court, observing the footwork and listening to the sound, you could tell who was fierce.

During the fourth period, more and more people stood up to watch from the windows of each class on both sides of the teaching building. Two or three curious students from each class would peek out, then retract.

Li Qingrong had already expended most of her stamina, but she was still hitting hard. Her racket struck fiercely, and the shuttlecock was like heavy artillery, making onlookers turn their heads.

A few students from parallel classes had just arrived, not understanding what was happening.

“Wow, is that a ‘beating up a scumbag’ game? Is the person opposite her an ex?”

Jiang Nian showed no mercy. After receiving a few shots, he seized an opportunity for a clean jump smash. He put all his strength into it, with a bang!

The explosion echoed through the teaching building!!

“Wow, they’re still playing after breaking up. Shouldn’t these exes consider wearing helmets?”

“Holy cow, if that hit someone in the face, they’d probably be gone, right?”

“With that shuttlecock speed, who could hit like that without deep-seated hatred? Check their ancestry for three generations, there must be a grudge over a stolen wife.”

“It’s over, Ji Ming (the grade director) is here, let’s go.”

Li Qingrong also caught sight of the Grade Three Director out of the corner of her eye, but what she was thinking was to smash one more shuttlecock. Just one last one, find an opportunity for a kill shot.

Then she noticed that Jiang Nian on the opposite side seemed to be intentionally feeding her the shuttlecock, creating an opportunity for her to smash.

Alright, although this wasn’t as satisfying as a natural ending, it was a forced conclusion. But due to irresistible forces, the Grade Director was present, and they couldn’t continue playing.

Adjusting her breathing, concentrating her energy.

Li Qingrong stepped back, decisively jumped, raised her left hand, framed the racket with her right, drawing back like a full moon bow. In a flash of lightning, she heavily struck the badminton shuttlecock.

In that instant, it even created afterimages.

Bang!!!

A huge explosion echoed in everyone’s ears. Everyone present collectively gasped, drawing in a cold breath.

So decisive, Li Qingrong’s agile figure was like a young deer. The badminton shuttlecock was like a white light, an arrow from a bowstring, shooting directly into Jiang Nian’s defensive area.

Wang Yuhe, watching the match, her eyes lit up. The sense of power on Li Qingrong was what she had always sought. She watched intently, finally understanding some of the girls in her class.

There was another gasp of surprise; Li Qingrong’s smash was again picked up by Jiang Nian at the last possible moment.

This time Li Qingrong didn’t smash, instead feeding the shuttlecock just as Jiang Nian had done earlier. It was another high clear, not very fast, and Jiang Nian seized the opportunity.

Just then, the Grade Director’s sharp whistle sounded.

Jiang Nian retreated diagonally, not giving him a chance to call out and stop the game. In two or three steps, he reached the backcourt, his body suddenly leaping high, in the exact same posture as Li Qingrong.

Left hand up, right hand framing the racket, drawing back like a full moon bowstring.

Perhaps because this was the last shot, Jiang Nian held nothing back, directly pushing off the ground. The racket, at a terrifying speed, emitted a faint hum at the moment of the swing.

Bang!!

A huge roar, the badminton shuttlecock reached its limit in the air, and a white fragment of a feather scattered.

There was, after all, a gap in stamina between women’s and men’s singles, plus Li Qingrong’s stamina was severely depleted. She wanted to return this shot, but her speed couldn’t keep up, resulting in a final, decisive point.

As for winning or losing, no one remembered when they were so hyped up, only the bang, bang, bang!!!

“You all!! Don’t play badminton here!” The Grade Director’s voice landed at the same time as the shuttlecock. “Classes are still going on, what’s wrong with you students?”

“And you’re from the Olympiad class, hurry up and go play somewhere else!”

Immediately there was a chorus of boos, but out of respect for the Grade Director’s authority, everyone dispersed.

The explosion disappeared. Xibao looked down from upstairs at the court and saw Jiang Nian returning the racket to Li Qingrong, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Youth still suited sports better, the best body, the best age.

She turned to look at her class, her gaze falling on one or two couples who had swapped seats. Their grades were very good, and they seemed to be the type who encouraged each other in their studies.

But… how many couples are there who aren’t consumed by desire?

Behind North Gate Street, dark shared rental rooms, dim stairwells, messy electrical wires. A secluded milk tea shop, could they really endure being cooped up in a rental room on a rainy day?

She didn’t used to think there was anything wrong with them, even finding it a little sweet. After all, they were all good students, and it was quite cute to try hard to control themselves for the person they liked.

But people really couldn’t be compared; when comparing goods, you’d have to throw some away.

After seeing Jiang Nian and Li Qingrong’s leaping smash shots, Xibao suddenly felt that compared to couples secretly dating, the children under the sun were much cuter.

She turned her head, looking at the students in her class. The buzzing sound of a small amplifier filled the classroom.

“Everyone, try to exercise more when you have time.”

“Here, Class Monitor, I broke your shuttlecock.” Jiang Nian handed back the racket, still a bit embarrassed. “Sorry, I used too much force.”

“It’s fine, I have plenty more.” Li Qingrong nodded, but her right hand was a bit unnatural when she took the racket.

“Are you hurt?” Jiang Nian noticed.

“No, I just used too much force, it’s a bit sore.” Li Qingrong looked up. “I’m fine, you… you played very well.”

Her responses were relatively concise and plain. Aside from the sweat on her head and the few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, one could barely tell she had just played an intense match.

“Mhm, Class Monitor, your smash shots are also very beautiful.” Jiang Nian was also happy to receive affirmation, remarking with a sense of shared admiration, “I feel like if I used any more force, the racket would break.”

Li Qingrong paused at his words, then said with a definite tone.

“Next time, use your full strength.”

“Huh?”

“If the racket breaks, it’s not your fault.” Li Qingrong said earnestly, her eyes bright. “Next time we play, use your full strength. It doesn’t matter if the racket breaks.”

“Oh, oh, okay.” Jiang Nian thought to himself, why is she so serious?

Is she already looking forward to next time?

Then I’ll cheat next time.

Eliminate fatigue, two full-stamina states, one session stronger than six.

Li Qingrong didn’t know Jiang Nian’s intentions were so ‘dirty,’ already planning to cheat and overwhelm her next time. She still turned to tidy her racket, then put on her jacket.

Ring, ring, ring!! The noon dismissal bell rang!

“Then — bye bye?” She waved, looking a bit dazed.

“Alright, bye bye, I need to go to the cafeteria to eat.” Jiang Nian looked down at his phone, feeling a bit anxious. “Then I’m off, okay?”

Love can wait, but the cafeteria really can’t.

A great nation can pause for any humble life, and even make it into Yilin magazine, with at least a large group of people believing it to be true.

But try changing the title!

A great school cafeteria can pause for any humble student, guaranteeing everyone a mouthful of spit.

Because America is too far, any outrageous thing can exist and be reasonable. But the school cafeteria is something that happens every day, and no one understands its cruelty better than Jiang Nian.

Talk about your damn love, you can’t even get a hot meal!

Ptooey!!!

Li Qingrong carried her badminton racket and went upstairs with a few girls. She was as silent as usual. After putting away her racket, she bid farewell to the girls at the stairwell.

Fifteen minutes had passed since school dismissed, and there were few people on the road outside the school gate.

Going downstairs, Li Qingrong walked alone, wearing her jacket, on the tree-lined path.

The autumn sun was just right. She recalled the game she had just played, and couldn’t help but comfortably narrow her eyes. Jiang Nian would be a good playing partner, evenly matched.

A cool breeze rustled the leaves, everything was normal.

As the wind gently blew, Jiang Nian’s image of him performing a jump smash reappeared in Li Qingrong’s mind.

She inexplicably stopped, her white athletic shoes stepping on the uneven, aged floor tiles. Beside the path, statues of Marx and Confucius were displayed on either side.

His white, feather-like figure blocked the sunlight, his short-sleeved shirt fluttered, revealing his flat, toned abdominal muscles. Strong, powerful arms, a violent kill shot.

A broken, unreturned badminton shuttlecock, twenty minutes later, came whistling through the air, passing quickly by her ear again with a buzzing sound.

She blinked, and there was nothing, only her heart beating faster. A never-before-felt sourness caught in her throat, an indescribable taste.

After a few minutes, Li Qingrong couldn’t understand, so she slowly left.

The moment she lowered her gaze, his voice saying, “Class Monitor, your smash shots are also very beautiful,” unconsciously echoed in her ears. He seemed to have also noticed her new hair tie.

Did he compliment it? It seemed so.

She touched her hair tie and slowly walked out of the school gate.

After eating, Jiang Nian went up to the teaching building and splashed water on his clothes in the restroom sink to wipe his body. He cupped water in his hands and didn’t care if he got wet, just smeared it all over.

A gust of wind in the corridor immediately made him feel refreshed.

Awesome!

In any case, after excessive exertion, his hands were a bit sore.

No T-sister’s fate, but got a T-sister’s illness.

He shook his hands, pondering whether to use the treatment this afternoon. He wondered if it could also remove this side effect. It should be possible, right?

It probably wasn’t a muscle strain, not that bad.

Back in the classroom, after a while, Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe walked in together.

Jiang Nian looked up from his seat and couldn’t help but smile. He got up from his seat, walked over to them, leaned against the desk, and looked at Chen Yunyun.

“Your Young Miss won’t hold a grudge against me, will she?”

Chen Yunyun was speechless, giving him a glare.

“I don’t know about that, who told you to hit so hard?”

“No.” Wang Yuhe shook her head, saying earnestly, “I told you not to go easy on me, it’s not your fault.”

“Then why did you cry?” Jiang Nian brought up a sore point.

Wang Yuhe instantly froze, her face visibly reddening, getting flustered.

“I remembered some sad things.”

“Oh, really?” Jiang Nian stroked his chin, muttering, “I thought your mental resilience wasn’t good. Actually, you still need to practice your backhand.”

Wang Yuhe instantly lost her composure, bursting into tears with a ‘wah,’ burying her face on the desk and shedding little pearls.

“Jiang Nian, are you sick!” Chen Yunyun couldn’t help but punch him, then turned to comfort Wang Yuhe. “Don’t mind him, Jiang Nian is just like that!”

Jiang Nian laughed heartily, pulled two candies from his pocket, and handed them to the two girls.

“Don’t cry, I was just kidding.”

“Take them away! Who wants your candy!” Chen Yunyun pushed them away, pretending to be angry.

“Really? I thought adding some sugar when crying would make the tears less salty.” Jiang Nian grinned, looking completely unconcerned.

Chen Yunyun: “.You’re single for a reason.”

“Tsk.” Jiang Nian was indifferent.

Actually, his relationship with the two girls was quite good; he could make these kinds of jokes, and they still had interactions on weekends anyway. Making a high school girl cry was quite a memorable event for him.

Who knew Wang Yuhe actually stopped crying, unwrapped a candy, and put it in her mouth.

“Jiang Nian, how did you practice badminton?”

“How did I practice?” Jiang Nian tilted his head, thought for a moment, and made a swinging motion with his hand. “I played a bit, watched a few videos, and that’s it.”

At his words, Wang Yuhe instantly froze again.

May all those with natural talent die!

She herself was exceptionally gifted, and had been perfectly fine dominating other girls. She regretted playing with Jiang Nian; it was so frustrating, she’d lost all face, crying and playing at the same time.

In front of a true talent monster, she felt like she had only just crossed a threshold.