55 Kicking a Person or a Ball (2/2)

The PE teacher swallowed with difficulty and stared fixedly at Xiao Luo in disbelief. When he saw him casually putting down his crossed arms, the ball of worry that was hanging by a thread in his mind finally fell away. He patted his chest to ease the fear. With trepidation lingering his heart after the near trauma, he ran up and yelled in a stern voice, ”Du Pengfei, what do you guys think you're doing? Are you kicking a ball or a human?”

”Teacher, we're kicking soccer balls. It's because the balls have no eyes, so they flew toward that guy,” Du Haipeng pointed at Xiao Luo and said with a relaxed expression.

”Yeah, teacher, we don't know what's going on either. The balls are out of our control once they're in the air.”

”The soccer balls must like that person so much that they just need to be in close contact with him.”

”Yes, yes. The soccer balls love that person too much, hahaha ...”

They roared with laugher to vent their anger.

”Nonsense! Others may not be able to control the direction of the ball, but do you think I don't know about you guys or what you're up to? It's because of your strong soccer abilities that the school has made an exception by lowering the admission scores for you. I don't care what kind of grudge you have with that student. Don't make trouble in my class, or I'll make sure you have a hard time.”

The sports teacher severely reprimanded Du Pengfei and the others, then he shouted at Xiao Luo, ”Student, are you all right? Anything wrong? Can you stand up and walk....”

He suddenly stopped talking because Xiao Luo stood up slowly and was walking toward him.

As he stood up, an intimidating wave of power swept outward from his center. It seemed as if a ferocious beast had broken free from its shackles now and revealed its ghastly fangs.

The sports teacher smelled trouble, big trouble, and felt as if this bloodthirsty and wild beast was targeting him.

”Xiao Luo is angry!” Bai Ling looked at Xiao Luo in a daze.

Chu Yue also felt that Xiao Luo was very different from usual when he got angry. His face was smoldering and severe. She recoiled in fear.

Du Pengfei and his people curbed their mirth and looked at Xiao Luo defiantly.

”Brother Fei, that kid seems to be angry.” One of them pretended to be serious.

”It's good that he's angry. I was afraid he wouldn't be, or we would have wasted five perfectly good soccer balls, hehe.....” Du Pengfei laughed.

”Hahaha ...”

The others broke out in nervous laughter, too. To see Xiao Luo looking so angry made them feel even more deeply how they had stood up for the Community Sports majors as a whole.

At this moment, Xiao Luo put his mobile phone in his pants pocket and glanced at Du Pengfei and his party. Then, he ran like a cheetah to a soccer ball on the ground. He raised his right foot and delivered a ferocious kick.

Whoosh

The soccer ball that had been lying motionless on the ground like a meek little lamb transformed as it turned into a roaring beast. It cut a vicious trajectory through the air and rushed toward Du Pengfei and his companions with unprecedented force and speed.

The ball was like lightning tearing through the void!

Alarmed, the guy's instinct was to get away, but the soccer ball with its aggressive momentum had already hit him in the stomach when he first thought of dodging it. Without any warning or defense, he toppled backward and went rolling with the ball. He rolled four or five meters away like a winter melon. With a ”Blergh,” the food he had eaten at noon and had been mostly digested turned into vomit as it came spewing out of his mouth.

The scene shocked everyone.

F*ck? What were they looking at? Shaolin Soccer? Legs of the Omega Supreme?

Every one of the onlookers sucked in their breath. They stood with flabbergasted expressions at the boy who was retching violently on the ground after being struck by a soccer ball.

Chu Yue and Bai Ling also had their eyes wide open; their eyelashes were trembling. Did this happen? It didn't seem real.

The PE teacher couldn't believe his eyes, either. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down slowly from his forehead. There were no crafty angles or techniques behind that kick, only insane speed and power. How the hell did a human kick the ball? Wasn't it shot by a machine?

Looking at their buddy lying on the ground and vomiting uncontrollably, Du Pengfei and his party froze in terror. They felt a wave of coldness flowing from the top of the heads to the tips of their toes until their entire bodies were icy cold.