Campus Cultivation Master
Chapter 147 - 0147: Ways to Misbehave

Chapter 147: Chapter 0147: Ways to Misbehave

Such a devious move might have concerned Chu Feng if it were against someone else, but against Tie Mu, it was essentially a death wish for the latter.

Tie Mu was trained in martial arts, with a particularly strong lower body.

"Ouch!"

As expected, a cry of agony followed, then the center from Class 1 of the Signal Corps collapsed in pain, while Han Chunsheng caught a pass from Tie Mu.

"Swoosh!"

The ball, in Han Chunsheng’s hands, was passed immediately to Chen Peng, who easily made a layup scoring two points.

As the ball went through the hoop, the players from Class 1 of the Signal Corps were still in shock.

With the referee’s whistle, everyone finally turned their attention to the scheming center.

"This has nothing to do with me, he put his foot under mine," Tie Mu said, spreading his hands.

It was very clear on the spot, even without Tie Mu’s explanation, everyone understood what had happened.

Tie Mu was not familiar with these underhanded basketball tactics, but Chen Peng understood them all too well.

"You are intentionally trying to injure our players!" Chen Peng said with a grim face.

Fan Jun said, "The injured player is one of ours, I think it’s you who intentionally hurt our player."

"Technical fouls on both sides!"

Eventually, the referee stepped in and made the call.

Technical fouls for both sides meant penalty shots for each.

On Chu Feng’s side, it was Chen Peng taking the shot, but he missed. For Class 1 of the Signal Corps, Fan Jun made his shot, and the basketball swished through the net.

The girls from Class 1 of the Signal Corps started cheering like crazy.

"Everyone be careful, they’re playing dirty. Han Chunsheng, you especially need to watch out. They probably won’t dare to touch Tie Mu, so you might be their next target," Chen Peng gathered the team and whispered.

Han Chunsheng nodded, saying, "I’ll be careful."

Fan Jun’s center had to be substituted, and Fan Jun also gathered his team and said, "Ignore the big black guy, focus on the other four."

"Okay!"

The game continued, and Class 1 of the Signal Corps proved why they were strong contenders for the championship. Each player’s offense was highly effective, and their shooting was accurate.

Especially Fan Jun, who was practically undefendable starting with his height advantage, only Tie Mu could match his height.

But Tie Mu was busy guarding the opposing center, and since Fan Jun was a guard playing near the three-point line, it was a complete mismatch, and Fan Jun’s accuracy from the three-point line made it even harder for Chen Peng and his team to defend.

On Chen Peng’s side, besides Tie Mu, all other players were tightly guarded and had to beware of the opponent’s tricks.

At halftime, the score was forty-six to twenty, with Class 1 of the Signal Corps leading by twenty-six points.

Such a score made Class 1 of the Signal Corps jubilant, while Chu Feng’s team appeared quite disheartened.

"It’s okay, it’s just a game. Winning or losing doesn’t matter as long as nobody gets hurt," Chu Feng said, smiling as he comforted his team.

The outcome of the game truly didn’t matter to Chu Feng.

Chen Peng, gritting his teeth, said, "Class 1 of the Signal Corps is really going too far, always playing dirty, making it impossible for us to perform."

Tie Mu, also gritting his teeth, said, "These bastards are really deceitful, planning to win both the game and by hurting people, I almost want to throw down and fight."

Chen Peng said, "Tie Mu, you need to keep your emotions in check. They want to provoke you. If you lose it, we’ll be completely out of options in the fight back. We still need you for the second half. Their center has already committed five fouls, one more and he’s out. That will open up more space for us."

Tie Mu nodded and said, "Okay, I’ll try to take him out early."

"Alright! Everyone, push hard, whether we win or lose, just do your best," Chu Feng said.

The second half of the game began, and the offensive pace was still dominated by Class 1 from the Management Information Systems. Tie Mu’s team was still being severely suppressed, and the score was continuously widening.

"Teacher Xie," just as Chu Feng was watching the game, Xue Yafang, who was standing next to him, suddenly called out.

Chu Feng turned around and saw Xie Mengying, dressed in a professional suit, walking over.

"Teacher Xie!" Chu Feng saw Xie Mengying approaching and called out lightly.

Since the incident last week, it had been over a week since Chu Feng had seen Xie Mengying.

Xie Mengying, hearing Chu Feng address her so formally, couldn’t help but feel a sharp pull in her heart, but she nodded her head in front of the students.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doing?" Just as Chu Feng was about to say something more, a furious roar came from the court — it was Tie Mu.

Chu Feng looked toward the court and saw Han Chunsheng wrestling with Tie Mu, his nose bleeding.

Chu Feng quickly walked over and grabbed Tie Mu by the shoulder, asking, "What happened?"

Tie Mu pointed at Fan Jun, his eyes nearly spitting fire, and said, "This bastard deliberately leaned in with his shoulder and injured Old Han."

Chu Feng looked at Fan Jun, who appeared quite pleased with himself, and calmly said, "I’ve got it. Old Han, you go off and take care of your injury; I’ll stand in for you."

"Class leader..."

Before Chen Peng could say anything more, Chu Feng cut him off coldly, saying, "There’s no need to say anything. If they don’t want to play nice, then I have a way to not play nice either. Let’s continue the game."

Fan Jun looked at Chu Feng, shuddering involuntarily.

However, Fan Jun quickly regained his composure, glaring at Chu Feng with a trace of malevolence in his eyes.

Fan Jun committed a foul and got a technical foul; it was Chu Feng’s team’s turn to take a free throw, and Chen Peng firmly scored the basket.

The score now was seventy to thirty, with the other team leading by forty points.

With Han Chunsheng injured, the task of controlling the game naturally fell to Chen Peng.

Chen Peng was dribbling past the mid-court line, just about to make a break, when suddenly the ball was gone from his hands.

"Damn!"

Chen Peng’s heart sank as he saw Fan Jun brush past him and head straight for the open basket on their side of the court.

Fan Jun was incredibly fast, charging toward the basket, then leaping high under it, ready to perform a dunk.

Just as the girls from the Management Information Systems Class 1 began to scream, Fan Jun suddenly sensed a dark shadow in front of him, completely blocking him.

As Fan Jun was still puzzled and hadn’t yet made out who it was, he suddenly felt the ball being taken from him, and the next moment, the basketball was nowhere to be seen.

"Swoosh!"

The basketball flew directly across the court and landed accurately in Tie Mu’s hands.

Tie Mu immediately took off, ready to dunk.

The opposing center reacted and prepared to pull Tie Mu down, but Tie Mu exerted his strength and lifted him as well.

"Boom!"

The basketball was firmly dunked, and the referee’s whistle blew.

An and-one, the opposing center fouled out of the game.

Fan Jun, in the air, intimidated by the opposition’s momentum, also ended up sitting on the ground.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng landed steadily on the ground and looked coldly at Fan Jun, saying, "I told you, if you don’t want to play fair, then I have ways of not playing fair either."