The principal shook his head slightly. He could tell that Jing Tian and Golden Dog had already begun borrowing each other's momentum. Even on the surface, while they talked, they were quietly probing one another. It gave the principal a headache, yet he also found it interesting. All in all, it was rather contradictory.
"Yes."
"Yes."
Golden Dog and Wada Wells turned their attention back to the basketball court, though their minds were still occupied with each other.
As for An Chen and the ancient gods, they sat there with lowered eyelids, as though they had no interest in the match.
On the court, Mirai and Tom stood facing each other. Their difference in stature was obvious at a glance. Tom stood a head taller than Mirai, over two meters tall, and exuded an imposing presence.
By comparison, Mirai was not short, but he was still far smaller than Tom.
"Teacher, although the rules say lifting isn't allowed, my hands don't know how to hold back. If I really punch you, I hope you'll forgive me."
Before the match began, Tom was the first to give Mirai a "courteous" warning.
Hearing this, Mirai naturally refused to be outdone. He smiled and said, "Before you say that, why don't you lie down and talk to me?"
Tom raised an eyebrow, clenched both hands into fists, then brought them together in front of him and slammed them against each other with a bang. He then grinned at the PE teacher acting as referee.
"Can we begin?"
The "referee" looked at Tom, then at Mirai. Seeing that Mirai had no objections either, he shouted:
"Challenge One, begin!"
"Hah!"
The moment the referee's words fell, Tom let out a roar and stomped his foot. He shot toward Mirai like an arrow. Tom was tall,