Chapter 103: The Challenge to the High School Division

The Monday after the competition, during the training session at Jinhua Middle School, the principal warmly congratulated the school team on breaking through the first round. By this time, the high school team had already been eliminated, once again failing to advance beyond the initial stage.

In the school’s online forum, there was unanimous disappointment over the high school team’s dismal performance.

“Can you guys put in some effort like the juniors? Getting knocked out in the first round every year—don’t you feel embarrassed?”

“Never date a senior from the high school division—they have zero ambition.”

Facing the barrage of criticism in the forum, the seniors were quite troubled. Unlike public schools, their private school didn’t recruit specialized athletes, so there was an obvious skill gap. How could they, with their soft hands and focus only on studying, possibly defeat those tough, battle-hardened athletes from public schools?

They could only swallow their bitterness silently. Watching the junior students, all praised for their good looks and excellent basketball skills, they couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

“You can flirt with the junior girls all you want, but why must you take the senior girls away from us?”

Enough was enough! The seniors decided to launch an event to redeem their image.

Lin Feng, the team captain, pondered deeply on how to decisively curb the juniors’ arrogance and simultaneously show the senior brothers’ shining qualities to the school’s female students.

One team member proposed, “Why don’t we challenge them to a match? I don’t believe we’ll lose.”

Lin Feng gave him a sidelong glance. “Are you crazy? Play basketball against them? If we win, everyone will say we bullied the younger guys unfairly. If we lose, then we’re doomed to be lonely forever!”

The team member awkwardly chuckled, “Then what do we do, Lin? I’m clueless about music, chess, calligraphy, painting—no talents to showcase.”

Lin Feng fell into deep thought, searching for a way that could highlight the seniors’ virtues without making the juniors feel bullied.

After intense discussions, the school reached a consensus: they would hold a private, small-scale competition against the ninth-grade juniors.

Lin Feng posted on the school forum: An invitation from your beloved senior brothers.

The post instantly ignited the forum.

“The seniors want to challenge the juniors? How shameless.”

Lin Feng replied: It’s merely a small cultural exchange.

“Go ninth-grade handsome boys, beat the seniors!” the girls cheered in the forum.

Lin Wei responded: Seniors, we’re ready.

Wow! The ninth-grade handsome boys accepted the challenge. Many junior and senior girls were thrilled.

The first round: e-sports.

Lin Feng explained, “Gaming skills rely solely on talent and hand speed, not age. So it’s fair and just!”

“Shameless! Don’t you know the ninth-grade seniors are super busy? Who has time to game?” some ninth-grade girls complained.

“Fine, we accept your challenge!” Lin Shan replied. A gaming enthusiast, he was familiar with popular games like DNF and CF.

The rules: Both sides send five players into the DNF arena for one-on-one matches. The loser is replaced by the next teammate. The team that loses all players first loses the match.

Venue: Blue Dot Internet Café, this Saturday.

This middle and high school showdown excited many, and the school forum’s traffic surged with endless speculation posts.

A week flew by, and the Blue Dot café was packed.

The manager was bewildered. “Students, is this a grade-level reunion? Choosing an internet café for a meetup—very thoughtful!”

Ming Han came to watch. Though not a gaming expert, he occasionally ran DNF dungeons with Da Xu.

At that moment, Da Xu was probably dreaming of all-night sessions at the café—the second home of his middle school years. The manager once joked with Da Xu, “Bro, you come more often than I do.”

Originally, Ming Han planned to call Da Xu to join the match, but Lin Shan snorted, “I can handle this myself. No need to drag in that traitor.”

Lin Shan harbored a grudge against Da Xu for placing bets on the overseas students.

Lin Shan held a Supreme rank in the DNF arena, albeit the lowest level, Supreme 10.

Lin Feng was pleased to see the large turnout today, especially the many adorable girls.

“Ladies, prepare to see the brilliance of your senior brothers!”

Lin Feng called upon a high school boy wearing thick glasses and a uniform to step up first.

The boy’s expression was blank, his eyes somewhat vacant, but he fit the image of a computer prodigy.

He created a room and chose a female fighter.

Lin Wei stepped out first, picking a swordsman, Asura.

The high school boy calmly manipulated his keyboard with flashy movements, landing skill after skill on Lin Wei.

In just three minutes, the match ended. Lin Wei’s Asura’s screen went black.

Defeated!

“Wow, this senior is so strong! His moves are dizzyingly fast.”

The girls, unfamiliar with the game, just thought the female fighter’s style was cool.

Middle school sent out another player, who also lasted less than three minutes before being defeated.

“Senior, you’re amazing! Can you teach me how to play?” someone invited.

Lin Feng looked closely—ugh, it was a burly guy. Gross!

The third player went on and lasted just one more minute before being defeated.

One person knocked out three players; the middle school team was on the brink of defeat.

Lin Shan stepped in, choosing a female mage.

This class was ill-suited for PvP: low health, no melee skills, requiring excellent positioning. However, it had high-damage, wide-area skills.

Sure enough, Lin Shan’s Supreme rank was well-earned. He dodged three enemy skills in a row, including a level 45 ultimate, then unleashed a combo that killed the opponent.

Middle school finally secured a win.

Cheers erupted. A total sweep would have been humiliating.

The high school boy sighed and apologized to Lin Feng, “Sorry, I can’t beat him.”

Lin Feng shrugged, “No worries, he’s Supreme rank—it’s normal to lose. Now, it’s my turn.”

Lin Feng himself was Supreme 8, stronger than Lin Shan. His character was the popular Red-Eyed Berserker.

The two battled fiercely, both showing flashy maneuvers. After six minutes, Lin Feng seized one mistake from Lin Shan and killed him.

Lin Shan hung his head in regret over his earlier error.

“Only one player left. Who’s stepping up?” Lin Feng asked calmly, his tone light as clouds.

This was exactly the result he wanted—to intimidate everyone.

Just imagining the many girls who would secretly admire him afterward made his heart flutter.

No one from middle school volunteered, confirming Lin Feng’s undeniable skill.

“If no one steps up, I’ll take that as a forfeit.”

“Wait…” Ming Han stood up.

Many eyes lit up—Ming Han was well-known and recognized by all.

“Do you play games?” Lin Feng wondered if this was a hidden expert.

Ming Han shook his head. “I’m terrible. But a friend wants to have a chat with you. Wait here—I’ll bring him over.”

Watching Ming Han walk away, Lin Feng smiled, “Alright! Let’s see how many rounds he can last.”