Chapter 127: Chapter 124: The Unique Transfer Technique

Not only Ma Shicheng, but several boys were following behind him at this moment.

A few of them formed a well-arranged “品” character formation.

Ma Shicheng, taking the lead like a general, occupied the Emperor’s Position with an imposing aura.

Behind him, two were side by side—Wang Longlong and Hu Jun.

Further back, three were abreast—Guo Kunnan, Dan Kaiquan, and Cui Yu.

This commotion attracted the glances of the classmates on the stage.

Yu Wen whispered, “Qing E, Ma Shicheng and his gang aren’t going to teach Yang Sheng a lesson, are they?”

Thinking of this, Yu Wen felt a tinge of anticipation. Once hatred set in between girls, it was usually deeper than that between boys.

She was forced to take over Yang Sheng’s cleaning duties for a month, then got Shen Qing’e and Jiang Yanan involved too, all of them ended up replacing Yang Sheng for a month.

On top of that, with Yang Sheng’s sneers and taunts in their daily interactions, the hatred was not insubstantial. If Yang Sheng really got taught a lesson by Ma Shicheng, it would be a delight for her.

In that case, Yu Wen was willing to spend five yuan at the barbershop at the door to wash her hair, as a celebration of Yang Sheng getting beaten up!

Ma Shicheng, hands in his pockets, his teenager acne standing out boldly, said indifferently,

“The sun is quite noisy today~”

“The sun shines and radiates heat in its rightful place, but me?” Wang Longlong sighed about the unfairness of fate.

Hot on his heels, Hu Jun added, “Today I’m going to catch three sheep!”

Dan Kaiquan brought the topic back on track, “A sun alone is too lonely.”

Guo Kunnan commented, “Sometimes there may be no sun at all.”

Seeing his brothers so brilliantly inspired, Cui Yu, who was at the end of the line, wanted to seize the chance to vent his emotions but was interrupted by Ma Shicheng shouting,

“If there’s no sun, then I shall be the sun!”

He looked at the short-haired girl in front of him and issued a challenge,

“Yang Sheng, dare to have some fun with me?”

Ma Shicheng was incredibly confident.

Ever since he humiliatingly lost a bet a few days ago and had to take over Yang Sheng’s cleaning duties, it was the darkest day since he entered high school.

Brother Ma, a man of his caliber, was actually made to serve a young girl like an ox or a horse.

It was so embarrassing, especially since it happened in front of the whole class—where would Brother Ma put his face?

He had long been scheming for a chance to get even, and now, wasn’t the opportunity right before him?

Ping-pong, a national pastime—he, Ma Shicheng, wasn’t skilled for nothing.

He started playing ping-pong since grade school. Back then, conditions were poor—just a concrete table, with the net even made of piled bricks. On that square table, Ma Shicheng had defeated many opponents.

He and his classmates had an agreement: lose three points and you’re off the table. Ma Shicheng was always the table king; his classmates took turns challenging his spot, but he could hold it for an entire lesson.

It was a joyous time that honed Ma Shicheng’s ping-pong skills, earning him the nickname “Wild Ball King!”

As a result, Ma Shicheng was fully confident today that he could defeat Yang Sheng and wash away the humiliation.

Firstly, Ma Shicheng turned to look at Jiang Ning and said,

“Brother Ning, give me some face today. Don’t worry, I’ll be quick and won’t waste your time.”

He spoke as though he were discussing a trivial matter.

Jiang Ning replied, “If Yang Sheng is willing to play with you, I won’t interrupt you two.”

Jiang Ning always liked to facilitate others’ success.

Ma Shicheng raised his nostrils haughtily, facing Yang Sheng and said arrogantly,

“Do you dare?”

Yang Sheng probably stood at about 163 centimeters. Ma Shicheng was at least twelve or thirteen centimeters taller than her. Standing together, he completely overpowered her in terms of presence.

And when playing ping-pong, what mattered most was that spirit; if you won in spirit, then you had already won.

Yang Sheng had planned to challenge strong competitors like Jiang Ning today and was even willing to get rid of Xue Yuantong first.

But facing a mascot like Ma Shicheng who delivered himself to her doorstep, she didn’t mind taking him down a peg first.

“Sure, one ball for a day of cleaning duties, or two balls for one water-carrying shift. Do you dare?” Yang Sheng laid her wager.

Ma Shicheng calculated swiftly in his head. There were roughly four cleaning duties in a month, and he had already done it once for Yang Sheng. If he won three times, he could clear the debt.

If he could win a few more times, then Yang Sheng would have to reverse roles—to clean and carry water for him.

The image of Yang Sheng carrying water nearly made Ma Shicheng laugh out loud.

“I had the same idea,” Ma Shicheng said coolly.

“Jiang Ning, lend me your paddle. I’ll treat you to snacks next week in return.”

Jiang Ning nonchalantly flicked his wrist, and the paddle flew over.

Ma Shicheng held one hand behind his back and with a light gesture, caught the spinning paddle handle.

“Cool, Brother Ma!”

“My friends and I are shocked!”

Guo Kunnan exclaimed, “Brother Ma, it’s time to showcase your skills!”

Hu Jun declared, “Brother Ma, annihilate her without leaving her a single piece of armor!”

Ma Shicheng’s side was a gathering of talents, with endless cheers and encouragement.

In contrast, Yang Sheng’s side was very quiet—a lonely figure with no shouting, no morale-boosting, even appearing a bit pitiful.

Ma Shicheng’s lips curled into a wicked smile. What could she use to beat me?

He approached the ping-pong table and said to Yang Sheng,

“Make your move. I’ll let you have one point.”

Ma Shicheng fancied himself a gentleman, full of European-style easygoing charm and chivalry.

Yang Sheng was already impatient. After watching Ma Shicheng’s long act, she wanted to see what special abilities he had.

Just as she was about to serve, someone else interjected with a comment,

“We can’t rely on empty words. Since we’ve decided, to make the match more authentic, we need to find a referee beforehand!” Hu Jun stated righteously.

“There indeed should be a referee,” agreed Ma Shicheng. Otherwise, what if Yang Sheng went back on her word? Wouldn’t that be a mess?

Wang Longlong followed up, “Hu Jun’s suggestion is good. So let’s have the most handsome and fairest person from Class 8 be the referee!”

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