Confrontation time

Because of the physical test, Rui Hang was not personally in charge of the class meeting which was changed into a physical education class, but handed it over to the physical education teacher Li Yong.

"This is the first time a teacher has taken the initiative to give me a physical education class."

Physical education teacher Li Yong is a young man who graduated from university not long ago. He is always smiling and looks very friendly. He is also quite popular among students: "I have wanted to arrange a physical test for you for a long time, and the opportunity just happened to come."

As the king of the bad guys in Class 9, Bai Luo's biggest hobby in life is to slack off, and his dream is to lie down and wait for death for the rest of his life.

When it comes to sports, Bai Luo has always stayed away from them, even in Parnaqui, let alone on Earth.

Facing Li Yong's enthusiasm, Bai Luo's delicate eyebrows showed a hint of sadness. He thought for a moment, moved closer to Li Yong, and tried to make his smile look more friendly.

"Um, Mr. Li."

"Bai Luo, what's wrong?" Li Yong looked at him kindly.

"Teacher Rui said that this physical test is just to give us an idea of ​​our level so that we won't be embarrassed when we sign up for the sports meet." Bai Luo's eyes were sincere, and he persuaded her with emotion and reason: "Look, we finally have a physical education class, and we have to test so many things. How can we have enough time? In my opinion, why don't we just skip the 1,000-meter run - look at the weak physiques of our class. No one except Zhou Xun can run long distances."

It was unknown whether Li Yong did not understand Bai Luo's hint and only regarded it as a pure worry about time, or whether he pretended to be confused. Facing Bai Luo's application, Li Yong laughed and waved his hand, saying, "There are only a few people in our class? It's just a small test, it's not a big deal, there's still enough time."

Bai Luo: “…”

"Besides, don't underestimate the people in our class." He patted Bai Luo on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Have some confidence in yourself. How can a big boy like you not be able to run a thousand meters?"

"Teacher Li, don't worry about him." Ou Wenna had sneaked into the team at some point and followed Li Yong's words and complained, "He has muscle weakness and can't run."

Li Yong looked at the team that suddenly sank, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Ou Wenna, Sun Jingshu, this is the boys' team, what are you two doing here? It's not the girls' turn to run yet!"

"Teacher Li, this isn't a competition, why don't we run together?"

"You girls just need to run 800 meters, don't join in the fun."

"Why can't girls run a thousand meters?" Ou Wenna glared, with no intention of leaving the team at all: "Can boys run, but we can't? Besides, they may not be as fast as me!"

Bai Luo: "...Do you really have to be competitive?"

With Ouwena's encouragement, there is no possibility of canceling the 1,000-meter race.

As expected, facing Ou Wenna's arrogant speech, Li Yong did not think that this girl was arrogant and ignorant of the world. Instead, he showed a look of approval and appreciation: "Well said! Bai Luo, look at how conscious classmate Ou Wenna is. You should learn from her and run as hard as you can. Don't lose to Ou Wenna."

Bai Luo: “…”

Can't you be less conceited? Can't you give this salted fish a chance to survive?

Bai Luo sighed and had to give up struggling. He stood on the starting line under Li Yong's encouraging gaze. After the whistle sounded, he rushed out with the crowd.

Although it is a test, the data is real. As long as there is a ranking, there will always be competition.

The reason why the students of Class 9 can hold high positions in Parnaki is not only because of their status and golden fingers, but also because of their competitive personality. The best of them, such as Ou Wenna and Sun Jingshu, directly established their own country and became the master of their own business.

There are only a few people like Bai Luo who are pure fans of giving up. He has no desires in either training or sports competition, and as expected, he became the last one in the 1,000-meter race.

The champion was naturally Zhou Xun, who was half a sports student, and the runner-up was Ou Wenna, who was slightly inferior in physical strength but unmatched in fighting spirit.

Seeing Bai Luo lying on the ground panting like a tired Shar Pei dog after running, Lin Yuan, who had a good relationship with Bai Luo, couldn't help but complain: "It's just one thousand meters, right? You're too weak."

Bai Luo didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "I'm already weak, so what if I'm last in the race?"

Lin Yuan: "...You accept the setting really quickly!"

"Don't blame me. What about you?" Bai Luo retorted, "You are a knight after all, but you only came in fifth place, didn't you?"

Lin Yuan was puzzled: "Who said knights have to run fast? Knight knight, the key is of course riding!"

Lin Yuan: “…”

Bai Luo: “…”

The two stopped arguing at the same time, their eyes passed through the girls lined up on the track, and fell on the male lead Song Mingzhe, the English class representative, who was leaning against a tree not far away, with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes closed. He was handsome and dignified, as if he had walked out of an idol drama - Song Mingzhe.

If there is anyone in the class who could be the protagonist of a novel, Song Mingzhe would definitely be one of the ones with the highest number of votes.

——He is a returnee from overseas, handsome, from a good family, talented in both civil and military affairs, born with a cool aura, steady and quiet.

In Parnaji, in terms of status and position, he is second only to the class teacher Rui Hang, the 'Lord of the Demons', and Yu Zhi, the 'Goddess of Disaster' - the 'Underworld Dragon King', the strongest ruler of the 'Dragon Clan', the old force in Parnaji in ten thousand years.

...if you ignore character.

"A dragon." Bai Luo said in a subtle tone.

"A dragon." Lin Yuan looked longingly.

Song Mingzhe, who was not far away: "......"

He stood up straight and straightened his body silently, pretending to be calm and returned to the team, but unfortunately the eyes glued to him did not disappear at all.

"To be honest, my dream before was to become a dragon knight." Lin Yuan murmured.

"Then why didn't you succeed in the end?" Bai Luo asked curiously: "I remember that Song Mingzhe mentioned it in the group, asking if anyone wanted to contract a dragon, and he would provide enough for them."

When talking about the past, Bai Luo's eyes showed a trace of nostalgia: "At that time, I thought he had taken down Dragon Island and started a gray industry. Later I found out that he was simply cleaning up the faction and felt it was a waste to throw his uncles to us as contracted beasts. I remember I asked him at that time if there were any dragon girls with twin ponytails! It's a pity that they were all a bunch of rough dragons."

Lin Yuan: "...You dead otaku!"

He didn't really understand Bai Luo's otaku mentality, so after complaining, he changed the subject to the previous question: "Yu Zhi said those dragons were too ugly, she didn't like them."

"So you found a unicorn?"

Lin Yuan nodded: "Anyway, my Jiao Jiao is a mythical sacred beast that is not inferior to the dragon, so it's not a loss."

"...Who named it?"

Lin Yuan: "...My master."

"Good taste." Bai Luo praised reluctantly.

Lin Yuan smiled awkwardly, and soon regained his spirits: "But I haven't completely given up on my dream of becoming a dragon knight. At least my sword has made some efforts in this direction."

"How to work hard?" Bai Luo asked following Lin Yuan's words.

When Lin Yuan mentioned his sword, he instantly became excited, his eyes full of tenderness: "I'll name it 'Dragon Ascension Sword'."

Bai Luo: "...How dare you complain that I'm a otaku!"

"Those are my childhood memories! They are different from being a stay-at-home!" Lin Yuan argued: "Which boy didn't like the little savior Xiao Du when he was a child!"

"His name is Zhanbudu!" Bai Luo was furious.

"Let's not fight Bu Du or the little savior Xiao Du for now." Song Mingzhe's voice rang in their ears: "Student Lin Yuan, do you have a grudge against our dragon clan?"

Lin Yuan: "You've already given us the contract with your uncles, and now you have the nerve to argue with me about this?!"

"That's different." Song Mingzhe's expression was solemn. "With the pride of the dragon race, how can we be inferior to others? It is precisely because I understand this that I will give those losers to you as the greatest punishment for them."

"You dragons are quite principled." Bai Luo couldn't help but complain. Suddenly, he remembered something and a hint of mischief appeared in his eyes: "What if one day you are contracted by someone... that scene will definitely be very interesting!"

Such teasing conversations were the most common content in the class group in Parnaki in the past. Because everyone knew each other's personalities and knew that the other party would not be angry, everyone was never too cautious when joking.

Even Song Mingzhe, who was privately ridiculed as "the sub-king of the Parnakiduan King", never got angry about it. But for some reason, this time he seemed to have been poked in the spine, and a flash of surprise flashed across his handsome face: "How dare you! How could I become someone else's mount!"

Bai Luo was puzzled: "Why are you shouting so loudly? Did you sign a contract with someone..."

Before he finished his words, a sharp fist suddenly rushed in front of Bai Luo.

The speed of the punch was not fast, its purpose was just to interrupt Bai Luo's words, not just to attack.

But this attack, which was intended to be concealed, was enough for Bai Luo to guess the truth. He moved his slightly stiff body to dodge Song Mingzhe's attack, his eyes bursting with excitement as if he had eaten a melon, and he picked up a branch from the ground and stuffed it into Lin Yuan's hand.

"Hey, Xiao Linzi, it's time to prove your strength! Take your 'Dragon Ascending Sword' and conquer this dragon! Let him be your mount!"

Lin Yuan's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Song Mingzhe: "...This is just a branch!"

However, Lin Yuan was already immersed in the identity of a knight. He held the "Dragon Sword" in his hand and made a classic starting move, his eyes burning: "If I win, Lao Duan, you will be my mount!"

"Who is Lao Duan!" Song Mingzhe cursed.

"Wow, what are you two talking about? Such an exciting topic." The noise of the three people quickly attracted other classmates who were looking for trouble. Lin Lang's eyes wandered between Lin Yuan and Song Mingzhe. No matter how charming her eyes were, she couldn't hide her fighting desire provoked by the two. "Can I join in? Speaking of which, I have encountered a commission to assassinate classmate Song before. It's a pity that I didn't accept it because of our classmate relationship. I don't know who will be better if we fight against each other?"

"What? Are you planning to tame dragons? I want to join in too!" Owena is always a part of this kind of lively event: "Legend has it that no one can defeat the Nether Dragon King except the Lord of the Demon Tribe. If I can tame the Nether Dragon King as my mount, I will be worthy of my title as the greatest emperor of all time!"

Song Mingzhe: "...Psycho!"

Song Mingzhe didn't want to get involved with these four fools anymore, so he turned around and tried to leave, but was hit with dirt in the face: "Earth Escape - Sandstorm!"

Song Mingzhe slapped Bai Luo on the chest: "Dragon Claw - Sky Shattering Strike!"

Students from other classes not far away: "......"

"What are these people doing?"

In the silence, someone asked in confusion.

"fight?"

"No." The classmate next to him said firmly, "This is called 'Chuunibyou & Other Delusions'!"

...

Rui Hang put down the pen in his hand and stretched lazily.

It took me nearly another class period to finally digest all the notes from the morning physics class.

Rui Hang was very satisfied with this fulfilling feeling. He rubbed his stiff shoulders and looked through the window at the playground with a gentle look in his eyes.

I don't know how the students are doing now. Now their consciousness is bound in human bodies, and their thoughts and behaviors are getting closer and closer to their original selves. For someone like Bai Luo who didn't like sports before, I'm afraid he must look very haggard now.

As a reward, buy them a cup of milk tea during their evening study.

As Rui Hang was thinking this, a deafening broadcast suddenly sounded from the office.

"Beep—beep—"

"Bai Luo and Song Mingzhe from Class 9 of Grade 2 organized a group fight on the playground. Their behavior was extremely bad. We are now informing the whole school and giving them a serious warning!"

Rui Hang: “???!!!”