CHAPTER 432: 124. SPENCER, ARE YOU GOING TO RUIN THE CLUB BATTLE?!_2

"Even after being pulled out, the gap remains; even if it heals later, I’m afraid it will still leave a scar."

Sakuragi Hitomi pursed her lips, saying nothing, but Nara went on to say,

"Who doesn’t pay a price for their mistakes? How could there be such good fortune in the world? And as it stands now, it’s much better than Yan Huan hating you, right?"

"But..."

"Isn’t it just starting over? This time starting from scratch, isn’t it more genuine and solid than the falsely constructed affections before?"

Nara took a deep breath and closed his eyes,

"What is it about him that attracts you, what does he like, think about it well, then change for each other, blend with each other...

"There are still two and a half years of high school left; the remaining time is so long, there is no need to rush."

Sakuragi Hitomi cradled the phone and looked outside, silent.

"More than that, miss, your health is getting worse. Once I dodge this limelight, I’ll come back and properly help you recuperate."

"Alright... Okay, take care of yourself."

"Okie dokie."

Sakuragi Hitomi hung up the phone and finally perked up.

Standing up, she looked out to a noisy scene.

"Supplemental medicine!!"

"Damn it!!"

That direction...

Is it toward the Hentai Club?

...

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"Spencer, the last throw... throwing distance, 23 meters? Is that correct?!"

On the athletic field, the judging panel froze when they received the performance report from a fellow student nearby.

He pushed his glasses up, looking at Spencer, who casually flung the 7.26-kg shot put over 20 meters with ease, and was completely overwhelmed.

You should know that the Taekwondo Club President next to him is a muscle-bound giant of a man standing at 1.9 meters tall, and even after exhausting all his strength, he only managed to throw it 16 meters.

Is this some kind of joke?!

"Is that all?"

Spencer dusted off her hands, and in the midst of the astonished looks of several Hentai Club members behind her, she exhaled a puff of warm air and smirked.

The Taekwondo Club President, who was originally throwing with a red-faced effort, when he saw her annoying smirk, was struck with anger.

With a despondent look on his face, he propped himself up with his hands on the ground and muttered in disbelief,

"How... how could this be possible, you..."

But Spencer also did not look too pleased.

The first club to come to challenge was the Taekwondo Club, and the event drawn was shot put.

Since it was a team competition, the minimum number of 4 participants in the club would be chosen to compete, and the final result would be determined by the average performance of the two clubs.

Including An Le and the other small shrimps behind her, it would be good enough if they could throw a few meters, so it was all up to Spencer to take on four people alone.

She faced four players, and each scoring throw required six attempts, which meant Spencer had to repeat the strenuous task of throwing a 7.25-kg shot put a total of 24 times!

Now that the throwing was done, she was already feeling a soreness in her right hand and her heartbeat was speeding up.

"President, let’s go and let the other clubs..."

Therefore, the next second, watching the Taekwondo Club members trying to take their devastated President away, Spencer suddenly spoke up,

"Hold up a sec..."

"What... what do you want?"

Spencer rubbed her own right hand, looking at the dumbfounded President who had raised his head, and said,

"I fought you four alone, and after this, I’ll take on the other clubs in turn. It wouldn’t be fair if you guys just leave like this, right? You must leave me something as a trophy."

"You..."

Spencer’s blond hair suddenly shone a bit brighter, her eyes narrowing as she looked towards the black belt worn by the President and said,

"That belt of yours looks pretty nice..."

The President’s face turned pale, he hurriedly covered his stomach and the belt on it, shouting loudly,

"This is my fourth-dan black belt, you can’t..."

"Hand it over!"

"Snap!"

With just a light flick, the belt that the Taekwondo Club President had always tied tightly seemed to fall on its own in the breeze, now held in her palm.

The soul of the Taekwondo Club President seemed to have been sucked away by Spencer, the entire person collapsed into the arms of the club members, and was carried away from the scene.

"Hentai Club, gains one point! Taekwondo Club loses one starting point!"

The referee raised the flag, delivering the verdict.

And holding that snatched treasure, Spencer’s hair began to shimmer with golden light.

A wave of power filled her body, sweeping away tiredness and causing an even more mischievous smile to curl on her lips.

Sure enough, her prediction was correct!

Fighting sustains you, always taking others’ belongings, and you will never feel tired.

Thinking like this, could it be that I’ve invented the Perpetual Motion Machine!!

Spencer’s azure eyes lit up slightly, sparkled with a wise glow.

Then, she lifted her gaze once more and addressed the other clubs watching,

"Who’s next? Bring it on!"

"I’ll take you on!!"

Just at that moment, a bald head emerged from the crowd.

As he appeared, the surrounding spectators began to shout eagerly,

"Thank goodness, it’s Senior Li from the Martial Arts Club!! We’re saved!"

"Show her what for with the Dragon Country Kung Fu!"

Spencer and the bald-headed Senior Li stood in front of the referee, drawing the next competition event.

Both looked at the event drawing program written by Yahashiki, and the words on it clearly read,

"Wrestling"

Senior Li was slightly startled, turned his head and looked at Spencer.

But he saw her squeezing her fist, grinning fiercely at him,

"Wrestling, huh?"

"Yes... yes."

He couldn’t help but swallow, feeling an ominous premonition.

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