I fucking brought this on myself. I should never have made you happy!
Wan Lixiu and the others stood in a row to one side, counting. "Seventy-five... seventy-nine... eighty-six! Go, Teacher Qin! Keep it up! Go! Keep it up!"
Watching Boss Zuo being kicked round and round in the air was truly satisfying-and even more of a release for their pent-up frustration!
After another hundred shuttlecock kicks, Qin Fangyang laughed heartily. "I've built up enough momentum. Time to shoot!"
The five of them rushed out in a swarm. "Me! I'll be the goalkeeper!"
"Here it comes!"
Qin Fangyang struck a pose and delivered a powerful shot, a beautiful crescent-moon curve. Zuo Xiaoduo's round body traced an elegant arc through the air, like an antelope hanging by its horns, leaving no trace to follow. In short, he flew off brimming with the resonance of the Dao.
Fifty zhang away, with a thump, the Zuo Xiaoduo-brand football landed precisely inside an empty trash can.
With a soft clack, the trash can's lid flipped over as well, covering the opening.
"Encore!"
Wan Lixiu and the others applauded wildly. "Beautiful! In off the backboard! One more!"
Qin Fangyang flicked his sleeve. "What nonsense are you spouting? School's out, school's out! Get lost, all of you! Don't forget to work hard on your own tonight. Cultivation is like rowing upstream: if you don't advance, you fall back!"
Zuo Xiaoduo climbed out of the trash can, his head swimming, and immediately spotted the five figures already about to vanish into the distance.
How would Long Yusheng and the others dare stay here and wait for Zuo Xiaoduo's revenge? Naturally, they scattered in a rush, running like the wind!
"Teacher Qin..."
Zuo Xiaoduo stood all alone before the trash can, threw his head back, and let out