Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1691 - 922: The Genuine Tool

The wager had been formally sealed, with Wang Longlong as the witness.

Arms folded across his chest, Yang Sheng remained still, his cropped hair unruffled without a breeze, radiating a calm allure.

Hands clasped behind him, Gong Jin displayed innate elegance, holding his head high with an exceptional bearing.

Losing didn't concern him at all. For regular students, differences in badminton technique weren't huge. Physical condition mattered far more than pure skill.

Singles badminton boiled down to endurance and stamina in the end. Once your body was strong enough, every action turned into expert technique.

Moments earlier, he'd figured out the background of this so-called Senior Brother Ouyang. As a key member of the school basketball squad, the guy's fitness level was top-notch.

Towering over six feet, he could overpower average girls easily, and with this game deciding the pursuit of love, Ouyang would pull out all stops to claim victory.

Thus, defeat was impossible for Gong Jin.

Down in the plaza below, Senior Brother Ouyang gripped his racket, eyes fixed on Yun Tingting over the net. Bathed in sunlight, she appeared elegant and captivating, light dancing beautifully across her form.

"Tingting, since you want to compete with me, of course, I’ll agree," Senior Brother Ouyang spoke in a gentle tone, like the perfect neighborly older brother.

"His smile is so bright!" Wang Yanyan gushed, utterly smitten.

Liu Chuandao remarked: "Tsk tsk, in your eyes, handsome people are always bright no matter what, right?"

"Oh oh! I’m getting drunk!" Pang Jiaoti held her plump cheeks.

Cui Yu teased: "Get drunk quick, tumble into Shen Xinli’s arms! Xinli, your new admirer’s arrived!"

Shen Xinli from Class 9 turned away quietly toward his classroom, his gloominess condensing into real shadows that trailed meters behind.

Gong Jin found it hard to fathom; he'd never witnessed anyone so darkly brooding reach such a frightful extreme. What horrors had that guy endured?

Gazing at Ouyang opposite her, Yun Tingting warned, "You better not hold back, none of that pretending to lose to try and move me nonsense."

Senior Brother Ouyang paused in surprise. He'd actually considered it—throwing the game to capture her heart.

Yun Tingting stressed, "I only like guys stronger than me."

Chai Wei chuckled slyly: "Tough lady."

Hu Jun said steadily: "She’s got a point with that stubbornness."

Lu Qiqi wrinkled her nose: "You guys are so lecherous."

Hu Jun gave her a pitying glance.

Upon hearing Yun Tingting’s bold statement, Gong Jin felt his tension ease, his assurance jumping from 95% to a solid 99% in a flash.

The ‘Love Badminton Singles Match’ kicked off officially.

Yang Sheng observed Yun Tingting’s ready stance, her frame lightly crouched, weight balanced perfectly on her toes for swift reactions.

Liu Chuandao and his crew ogled Yun Tingting’s form hungrily, mesmerized by her subtle bend and the alluring sway of her hips.

Ouyang served first, lofting the shuttle high before unleashing a powerful smash that rang out with a sharp "bang".

The instant Ouyang lifted his arm, Yang Sheng whispered: "Start stepping."

Like a lynx pouncing in the wilds, Yun Tingting exploded into motion without delay.

Yun Tingting barely tried, merely flicking the shuttle back with ease.

Noticing the feeble return, Ouyang smashed again, hoping to rattle her, yet she stepped lightly and countered with a smooth backhand.

Ouyang started to falter instead, trapped in Yun Tingting’s tempo. After exchanging a few high lobs, she sealed it with a sharp backhand half-smash.

Rooted in place, Ouyang looked utterly stunned.

"Ouyang, you’re no good!"

"So weak, useless!"

Guys from the second and third floors banded together at once, hurling icy taunts without mercy, putting male solidarity—and rivalry—on full display.

"Hmm, that’s strange!" Chen Siyu, having watched every second, wondered: "Yun Tingting seemed as gentle as a husband taking home a dinner invitation, so how did she win?"

Nearby, Hu Jun and Cui Yu nearly doubted their ears, staring in confusion and disbelief.

A sports expert, Yang Sheng broke it down: "Yun Tingting stayed loose in her footwork and positioning throughout, but look closer—her strikes are ruthlessly sharp and aggressive."

"So, actually, Yun Tingting’s skills are quite good." Yang Sheng summed up.

Chen Siyu asked: "How does she compare to you?"

With a casual grin, Yang Sheng brushed it off, staying silent.

True to Yang Sheng’s forecast, Yun Tingting cruised to victory in the following games, toying with lobs and drops effortlessly.

Ouyang, once hailed as a star in basketball, displayed nothing but stiffness and awkwardness on the badminton court, suffering a humiliating defeat against Yun Tingting.

Gripping her racket, Yun Tingting gazed at the dazed Ouyang and uttered: "Sorry."

Ouyang's face twisted in discomfort. Since clinching his assured spot at Nanda, his mood had soared sky-high.

He'd planned to confess his feelings to third-year senior Yan Chuchen, yet she was sharp-witted and influential, making her tough to get near, so he set his sights on the celebrated second-year Yun Tingting instead. Winning her over would spark envy from countless others.

In the end, though, he came up short.

Senior Brother Ouyang mustered a strained smile: "If I beat you at badminton, would you give it a thought?"

Chen Siyu sighed: "The babble of a defeated pup is just the whine of someone watching their crush get snatched away..."

Cui Yu: "Why'd you go quiet?"

Chen Siyu slapped a hand over her mouth: "Ah, I just recalled something urgent."