My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome-Chapter 196 - 195: Yundu Literary Academy (Vote Please)

Chapter 196: Chapter 195: Yundu Literary Academy (Vote Please)

At 8:10 in the morning, Bald Qiang parked the old shuttle bus of Su City University in front of the old gymnasium in the downtown area.

According to the organizers’ arrangement, the preliminary competitions were not held at the main venue of the opening ceremony, which was reserved for the semi-finals and finals.

Having the entire competition at the main venue would not only be costly to maintain, but the damaged grounds couldn’t possibly be repaired in time, which would cause significant trouble for the matches.

Therefore, all teams were allocated to different venues; some were older gymnasiums from years past, while others were rented private training grounds.

Upon opening the door, Shao Zifeng and the others stepped down, instinctively hunching their necks against the chill of the early morning breeze: “Looks like today’s opponent isn’t very strong.”

“How do you know that?” asked Hu Shiwu, a croissant he had snagged from the hotel in his mouth, his words muffled.

Shao Zifeng grinned at him: “If they were a strong team, the entrance of this gym wouldn’t be this deserted.”

“That’s right.”

Bald Qiang, who had just had a hearty meal, looked much better. Parking the bus, he joined the group: “Today our opponent is Yundu Literary College, a local university from Yundu City. This university has a higher ratio of female students, and the school administration doesn’t focus on practical combat, so their rankings haven’t been very high in previous competitions.”

After finishing his words, Bald Qiang, holding a file bag, looked up at the rust-stained semi-circular gymnasium with a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

Back in the day, he and Yu Hong, both young and reckless, also sweated it out here…

Sigh, Yu Hong was so innocent and shy back then, barely agreeing to do sports here after being coaxed and cajoled by him.

But now…

Bald Qiang shivered as he thought about the experiences of the last few days.

His waist began to ache faintly again.

“That’s it?”

The indifferent voice of Shao Zifeng pulled Bald Qiang back from his memories, and he turned his head in confusion: “What else could there be?”

“Don’t you have any specific information on the opponents?”

Bald Qiang scratched his head, revealing an honest smile.

Shao Zifeng: …

Indeed, one couldn’t hold any hope for him.

Then, without paying him any more attention, Shao Zifeng walked towards the main entrance of the gymnasium.

…

As soon as he entered the main entrance, Shao Zifeng smelled the musty, decaying scent of the hall.

The gymnasium’s interior facilities were quite old, the walls inside were yellowed, and from the faded dark red lettering it was clear that this was a style from the last century.

Walking down the short corridor, what came into view was a rocky field half the size of a soccer pitch.

The field was obviously temporarily refitted for the preliminaries, with a thick layer of rock directly laid over the entire field – an approach that was both carefree and cost-effective, and also… durable.

High spectator stands surrounded the field; attendance for the matches between two low-profile schools wasn’t high, so the stands were rather empty.

No!

It would be more accurate to say the stands supporting Su City University were emptier.

On the other side of the stands, dozens of female students were seated, holding banners and chanting slogans in unison under the leader’s command.

They were all there in support of Yundu Literary College; after all, this was their home ground. Regardless of their performance, the college had to show some presence.

“You guys go to the preparation area and rest for a bit; I’ll go register with the management here,” said Bald Qiang, leaving this message behind as he hurriedly ran off to the office of the preliminary round official in the gymnasium.

…

On the other side of the field, the girls from Yundu City’s Literature Institute had relaxed significantly after shouting their slogans. Some slumped in their chairs, taking a nap with their eyes closed, while others bowed their heads, engrossed in their phones. Many of them had been brought here against their will to support the team, harboring a bit of dissatisfaction in their hearts.

“Hey, hey, have you found it yet? Has anyone announced the time and venue for Su City University’s match?”

A somewhat chubby girl who seemed quite sensitive to the cold had shrunk into her down jacket, only her cute little head poking out. She furrowed her shallow brows, constantly urging her companion.

Due to the limited competition venues, each college participating in the preliminaries was scheduled for different time slots, with teams only needing to arrive at the venue half an hour before their match.

This approach was more convenient for cleaning up after matches and allowed spectators time to move on to the next venue after watching a game.

Usually, this kind of competition information was internally arranged and then left up to the competing teams to decide whether or not to disclose it.

Of course, only the higher-ranking colleges would use this tactic to increase their popularity, as lower-ranking ones wouldn’t attract spectators even if they did announce it.

Over time, lower-ranking colleges couldn’t be bothered to disclose their match details, especially since losing a match wasn’t a good look.

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As for Shao Zifeng and his team, there was no need to mention them; they usually only found out who their opponent was after arriving at the venue. Hu Shiwu definitely wouldn’t stay put if he knew the competition details in advance.

“Stop rushing me. Lots of sisters are asking on the forum, but most of the information is false, leading to wasted trips,” said a demure girl, fiddling with her phone, clad in a black down jacket. She wore her hair in a high ponytail and occasionally warmed her reddened hands with her breath.

She and her companion were both late-stage “face-connoisseurs” whose personal tastes followed their visual preferences.

Ever since they saw Shao Zifeng and the others in a video, their agitated girl’s hearts hadn’t quieted down.

They had initially planned to join forces with the “Su City University Handsomeness Support Squad” sisters to sweep all the venues in hopes of catching their ‘husbands’ matches.

But fate wasn’t on their side, as they were dragged out early in the morning to cheer for the girls from their own school.

The quiet girl glanced at the school’s team down below and pursed her lips.

What’s so great about girls?

Aren’t the young men more appealing?

Just then, Shao Zifeng and his team entered the gym and headed toward the outer area of the venue, preparing for battle. The chubby girl with her neck buried in her down jacket had her eyes wide open with excitement, no longer caring about the cold as she reached out and grabbed her companion’s sleeve, her face glowing red.

“Stop it…” The quiet girl nudged her best friend with her shoulder, still intently staring at the phone screen.

The chubby friend reached out her other hand, grabbing her best friend’s arm and shaking it vigorously: “Susu…”

“Geez, I told you to stop it, and you’re even calling my name,” said the girl known as Susu, looking up with impatience, but her expression froze when she saw her friend’s appearance.

She then followed her friend’s gaze.

“Ahhh!!! Zifeng!!! Mommy loves you!!!”

The ecstatic girl couldn’t contain her excitement and screamed at the top of her lungs, her shrill voice echoing throughout the desolate gymnasium.

At the sound, Shao Zifeng paused mid-step, turning to look at the red-faced girl who kept jumping and waving at him, his mouth twitching.

He suddenly no longer envied Qiuqiu.

Are the young ladies nowadays so keen on being someone else’s mother?

“At least there’s no ‘male mom’ here…”

“Zifeng!!! Where’s Zifeng? Mommy is here!!”

Before he could finish his thought, a familiar-looking hulk stood up from among the young ladies opposite. His sizable muscles puffed out the down jacket, and his rough voice persisted in the gym.

Shao Zifeng’s face stiffened, suddenly feeling the urge to smack himself.