Yukinoshita's Correction Method

To Dong Yunshan's surprise, although not as exaggerated as Hayama Hayato, there were still many cheers from the crowd for "[Shinonome Yunsugi]" when he appeared.

It seems that quite a few people in the crowd have seen him play tennis.

The cheers grew louder after he threw his opponent to the Body Drop a powerful tackle.

The preliminary rounds ended, and the semi-finals began. The first match was between the Judo Club team and the Tobe team. Hayama Hayato joined the audience led by Yumiko Miura to cheer for the Tobe team.

Dong Yunshan glanced to the side and noticed Komachi Hikigaya's figure.

Komachi Hikigaya waved to attract Dong Yunshan's attention, and after confirming that he had seen her, she subtly pointed in a direction.

There was a senior student holding a folding fan in that direction; it was none other than the strict Iwamoto student, Iwamoto.

"Iwamoto- senpai." Dong Yunshan walked over and sat down next to him. "How are you feeling?"

"Hmm?" Iwamoto fanned himself with a fan, looking Dong Yunshan up and down. "So this is the event you organized... Not bad, right? Just some fun for high school students."

"This is an event co-organized by our club and the Judo Club," Dong Yunshan corrected. "We were originally thinking about making it more professional, but after thinking about it carefully, high school should focus on having fun, so we designed it as an entertainment competition."

"Good idea, but you won't learn anything from entertainment." Iwamoto snapped his fan shut. "This society is much crueler than you imagine... If you don't work hard now, you'll only become a useless person in the future."

"Since society is cruel, we should cherish our time on campus even more. Life should have some beautiful memories." Noticing Iwamoto's expression darken, Dong Yunshan added, "However, we can't skimp on more professional content. Since you're here, how about a match to show everyone what real judo is like? If you disagree with me..."

"I'll think about it." Iwamoto glanced at Dong Yunshan, "... if you can win the final."

"I'll do my best." Dong Yunshan got up to leave, then suddenly stopped. "By the way... should I run two laps before the race?"

Chapter 294 After the Final Battle

Ignoring Iwamoto's gloomy gaze, Dong Yunshan entered the fray and once again easily defeated his opponent.

The semi-finals have now concluded, and the final showdown has begun.

Dong Yunshan, Hayama Hayato, and Yoshiteru Zaimokuza face off against three members of the Judo Club.

To avoid a significant disparity in skill level, Shiroyama, as the president of the Judo Club, did not participate in this competition.

The team members who took the stage were Spicy Tsukui, Potato Fujino, and a member who looked like a sweet potato.

"That's great..." Yoshiteru Zaimokuza nervously tugged at his judo uniform, feeling that it was already soaked with sweat. "As long as we win like before, I don't even need to participate."

"It's a rare opportunity to participate, so why not give it a try?" Dong Yunshan encouraged. "The result won't change anyway, so there's no need to feel pressured."

"... Let's forget it..." Yoshiteru Zaimokuza glanced at the sea of people and shook his head vigorously. "You guys are enough."

"Then I'll go first." Hayama Hayato stretched a couple of times and walked to the center of the court.

"Ah~ Hayato Hayama- senpai, I've finally found you!" The doors to the judo hall opened, and the girl appearing at the entrance attracted everyone's attention. "Please hurry back to your club~"

A pink sweatshirt, shoulder-length flaxen hair, a slow, Mianmian voice... she fits the stereotypical image of a cute elementary school girl in every way.

Upon seeing the girl, Hayama Hayato unusually showed a wavering expression. "Aya... Iroha...?"

"My senior hasn't come back yet," the junior student, called Iroha, complained pitifully, tugging at Hayama Hayato's sleeve, ignoring everyone else's stares. "We first-years don't know what to do!"

"Ah... um..." Hayama Hayato said hesitantly, "But, I'm a little..."

After losing to the Judo Club in the semifinals Tobe stood up from the stands. "Sorry, Iroha —I'm going back now. Could you please let Hayato Hayama go?"

8. "Ah." Iroha, the junior student, gave a polite smile. "It's okay if Tobe doesn't go."

9. "Oh... yes, yes." The Tobe sat back down awkwardly.

3. This junior... Dong Yunshan reflexively recalled the kind of impressive newcomers she had seen before. 64460: "Do you guys know her?"

9. Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head, Yui Yuigahama seemed to know something. "That's Iroha Isshiki, a first-year student, and she's the manager of the Soccer Club."

The manager of a high school Soccer Club is different from the manager of a professional team. In essence, they are more like a logistics administrator or team assistant, mainly responsible for supporting the team's daily operations and match affairs.

4. This includes, but is not limited to, arranging training plans, coordinating venue usage time, recording attendance, managing team members' attendance, organizing team documents, preparing training equipment, managing club funds, and recording income and expenditure, etc.

4. Dong Yunshan further confirmed her first impression: Iroha Isshiki was definitely not the kind of soft and cute character.

6. Indeed, that was the case. Iroha Isshiki grabbed Hayato Hayama and pulled him away.

"I'm telling you," Yumiko Miura frowned as she stood up, "Can't you see that Hayato Hayama is busy right now?"

"Eh~" Iroha Isshiki's voice was soft, but her words carried the weight of the club's reputation, "But, the club's problems also need to be solved..."

"Huh?" Yumiko Miura's anger intensified.

Especially when he saw Isshiki Hachiman hiding behind Hayama Hayato, trembling and clutching his clothes like Iroha Isshiki frightened little animal.

"Alright~" Hayama Hayato smoothed things over as always, "Don't be like that..."

"... Hayato Hayama." Yumiko Miura let out a long, venomous sigh. "You go to the club first, I have something... to say to this kid."

"Huh?" Hayama Hayato exclaimed in surprise, noticing the overly bright smile on Yumiko Miura's face.

"Good luck with your club activities~" Yumiko Miura grabbed Iroha Isshiki python coiling around its prey.

"Senior Hayato Hayama ~" Iroha Isshiki cried out in panic, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I'm so sorry!" Hayama Hayato sensed something was wrong, clasped his hands together in apology to Dong Yunshan, "I'll be back soon!"

Then they immediately gave chase.

"He's not coming back. Those two are no pushovers." Dong Yunshan said with a gloating smile.

Yukino Yukinoshita glared at him. "You're still laughing?"

Yui Yuigahama panicked. "What about the match?"

"Go, Kakachu." Dong Yunshan raised its chin. "Use Thunderbolt!"

"How could such a thing be possible!" Yoshiteru Zaimokuza, his face full of resistance.

"Don't you feel this has the atmosphere of a main character?" Dong Yunshan's voice was seductive. "When teammates encounter accidents, only the main character can turn the tide. This is such a dreamlike moment."

"Since that's the case..." Yoshiteru Zaimokuza his resolve and walked step by step to the center of the arena to face the Judo Club's sweet potato.

Yam grabbed Yoshiteru Zaimokuza's collar and pulled hard, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

The fabric I received was completely soaked with sweat, resembling the sticky, slippery skin of some kind of amphibian.

With the Yoshiteru Zaimokuza, the sweet potato not only failed to move but also lost its balance.

The previously tense Yoshiteru Zaimokuza noticed his opponent's unsteady stance and immediately seized the opportunity, grabbing him by the collar in a flash. "My turn!"

The weight difference between the two was too great, and the opponent had no chance to resist.

"One, one book?" the referee announced the result with a slightly questioning tone.

Yoshiteru Zaimokuza, struck a cool pose in response to the sparse applause.

The second match was between Dong Yunshan and Spicy Tsukui.

After Tsukui finished packing, he reached out and grabbed Dong Yunshan's sleeve and collar, turned his body, and executed a standard Shoulder Throw.

However, Dong Yunshan's hand had already pressed against Tsukui's lower back, preventing him from exerting force.

Just as Tsukui was about to change his strategy, Dong Yunshan grabbed his collar and tripped him—bang!

Tsukui fell heavily onto the tatami mat.

"One!" This time the referee's voice was firm.

Amid cheers from the audience, the referee announced that the Dong Yunshan Team had won the championship of this judo competition.

Under the excited gazes of everyone, Dong Yunshan's eyes remained fixed on Iwamoto's direction.

Iwamoto straightened his judo uniform collar and stood up.

"Senior..." Shiroyama looked guilty.

"I told you long ago, you guys were too relaxed. Now this is the result." Iwamoto slowly walked into the arena. "Dong Yunshan... right? I didn't want to make a move against you before, but you delivered yourself to my doorstep, so don't blame me."

Chapter 295 Taking Root

"Something seems off." Yui Yuigahama keenly sensed the anomaly. "Does Yunshan have a grudge against that upperclassman?"

"Perhaps it was something we just said," Yukino Yukinoshita thought, recalling Dong Yunshan's earlier actions.

"Ah! It might be..." Komachi Hikigaya exclaimed in surprise, "Maybe that upperclassman..."

Saki Kawasaki turned her head. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing... it's nothing..." Komachi Hikigaya glanced at Yukino Yukinoshita, "Let's talk about it after the match."

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't notice Komachi Hikigaya's unusual behavior; her gaze remained fixed on the direction of Dong Yunshan.

Although she had tried her best to teach Dong Yunshan, Dong Yunshan learned very quickly.

But their opponent was, after all, a university graduate admitted through judo, while Dong Yunshan was a beginner...

Instead of continuing to obstruct Iwamoto, Shiroyama went to communicate with the referee.

After communication, the referee announced that, in order to celebrate the successful completion of the competition, Iwamoto would have an exhibition match with the champion, Dong Yunshan.

The audience, whose enthusiasm had subsided slightly, cheered again. The previous match had ended too quickly, and everyone hadn't had enough.

"Both sides bow... Begin!"

At the referee's command, neither side made any probing moves; they simultaneously moved closer to each other, their arms crossed.

Iwamoto stepped forward first, adjusted his grip, and pulled with force, using his right leg to deflect Dong Yunshan's left leg.

Dong Yunshan raised her leg and took a step, avoiding Iwamoto's right leg.

Iwamoto seized the opportunity, lowered his center of gravity, and while pulling downwards with both hands, stepped forward again, using the back of his right leg to slash at the back of Dong Yunshan's right leg.

Iwamoto had no intention of performing at all; he immediately launched into a series of interconnected techniques, including the Major Inner Reap Major Outer Reap.

First, force Dong Yunshan to shift her weight onto her right leg, then slash at Dong Yunshan's right leg that is supporting her body, while simultaneously pushing hard with both hands to disrupt Dong Yunshan's balance.

Even with her excellent physical condition, Dong Yunshan couldn't be so physically fit that her feet would stick to the tatami mats.

He was struck by Iwamoto and fell backward, almost sideways.

The next second, he will slam his back to the ground and lose the exhibition match.

If he does nothing.

In a flash, Dong Yunshan grabbed with one hand and pushed with the other, using the momentum to twist his body and land on his left foot first.

Take root here!

Dong Yunshan twisted his body in a way that looked like it would make your back hurt, just before he was about to fall onto the tatami mat, just like he had done before on the tennis court.

But at that time he only had a racket in his hand, while what he was holding in his hand was a strong, living person.

As he twisted his body, Dong Yunshan swung his arms, swinging Iwamoto up with him.

Iwamoto off guard, Iwamoto stumbled and was pushed back several steps by Dong Yunshan's force before regaining his balance. When he looked up, he realized that he had returned to the state he was in when the two first met.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a thunderous roar of cheers.

Most viewers couldn't discern the specific moves each fighter used in the blink of an eye, but the sheer scale of the movements was enough to demonstrate the intensity of the duel.

Compared to the previous matches that involved repeated probing and then ended abruptly, this clean and intense confrontation was a real treat to watch.

As expected of an exhibition match, the effect was excellent!

"That was close..." Dong Yunshan twitched the corner of her mouth. "It almost ended."

"That's interesting..." Iwamoto tentatively exerted force, assessing Dong Yunshan's reaction ability. "Looks like you have quite a bit of experience too."

"Well... I do have some other experience, but as for judo..." Dong Yunshan murmured, "I only recently started learning it."

Iwamoto stared in astonishment, his eyes wide. "What did you say?"

"Although it's only been a few days, I've benefited immensely." Dong Yunshan launched several tentative attacks, all of which were thwarted by Iwamoto. "The most important point is... if you want to improve properly, you must get enough rest."

Iwamoto launched Minor Inner Reap attack, followed by a smooth Shoulder Throw, but Dong Yunshan, who was prepared, blocked his back waist.

"So I feel a little strange..." Dong Yunshan chuckled, "Why doesn't such an outstanding senior understand such an important principle?"

Dong Yunshan tried to attack when her opponent changed footing, but almost fell into Iwamoto's trap.

Fortunately, he had good balance and forcefully swung Iwamoto's body, using it as a crutch to support his own stability.

Upon realizing Dong Yunshan's strategy, Iwamoto ferocious face became even more terrifying. "You bastard..."

"Of course you understand, senior. So why did you make the club members start sparring immediately after they finished running?" Dong Yunshan kept talking while using the techniques he had learned to deflect Iwamoto's attacks. "Because you're afraid—afraid that if they rest, you won't be able to easily take them down."

Bloodshot veins appeared in Iwamoto's eyes. "Enough with the chit-chat!"

"Is university life really that easy? You still have time to come back to high school to mentor younger students?" Dong Yunshan resisted the other's strength. "If it's just about mentoring younger students, there's no need to resort to such despicable tactics, is there?"