You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

In the following few balls, no matter how Jiang Che spiked, the opposing team simply blocked them with their height advantage.

Whenever Jiang Che had the slightest thought of jumping and dunking, the three burly men would simultaneously fix their gaze on his position, their six arms forming an impenetrable wall that blocked all his paths of attack.

If Jiang Che changes his attack from a jump spike to a pass over the net, his offensive power is greatly reduced. The opponents are all good at basic skills and can easily catch such passes.

The score was quickly tied.

The score was tied at 24-24, leading to overtime.

Wang Kai was sweating profusely, his clothes already soaked through. He turned to Jiang Che, panting heavily, "Brother Che, what do we do? We can't possibly win this! This is too unfair!"

The sports committee member also looked desperate, saying, "These three people standing there are like a city wall; even a fly can't get through."

Watching this scene from the sidelines, Lin Wanwan felt a faint sense of pleasure rising within her.

Jiang Che, aren't you arrogant?

Didn't you ignore me?

Now you're getting your comeuppance, aren't you?

She crossed her arms, a cold smile playing on her lips, waiting to see Jiang Che make a fool of himself.

Zhang Yang was even more arrogant than before. He pointed at Jiang Che and shouted, "Jiang Che, aren't you so great? If you're so capable, then smash through this wall!"

"Stop struggling, just admit defeat and kowtow. Maybe if I'm in a better mood, I can get them to go easy on you a little."

"Hahahaha—" His group of followers behind him laughed so hard they were doubled over.

Wang Kai was trembling with anger, glaring at the burly men through the volleyball net, but he was completely helpless.

"Referee, is this really not against the rules?"

The sports committee member wiped the sweat from his face, turned around and shouted desperately at the referee.

The referee also looked helpless. He had checked the rules online during the brief pause in the argument and confirmed that Class 7 had not committed any fouls. In the end, he could only shake his head.

"They haven't broken any rules, continue."

The whistle blew, and overtime began.

In volleyball, a player needs a two-point lead after a 24-24 tie to win.

But by now, the momentum of Class One had been completely crushed by the "human wall" on the other side.

It was the turn of the opposing center, Da Long, to serve.

This guy doesn't have any skill, just pure strength. He just swings his arm wide and smashes it directly onto the volleyball—

"Bang!"

The ball flew over the net at high speed and then slammed straight towards the back row.

"I'll do it!"

One group of free agents gritted their teeth and rushed forward, throwing themselves to the ground and barely managing to prop up the ball.

The ball flies towards the net.

"Brother Che!"

Wang Kai roared. Although he was unsure of himself, he had no other options but to trust Jiang Che.

He spotted the ball's landing point and flicked his wrist, steadily passing it to position four, which was Jiang Che's position.

Jiang Che stared intently at the volleyball that was rapidly falling through the air, and took his run-up and jumped at the right moment.

His body remained as taut as a fully drawn bow, and the height he soared into the air was still beyond the reach of most.

But the three burly men opposite him were like robots with a pre-programmed sequence of actions; when Jiang Che jumped, the three of them jumped along with him.

Six large, dark hands completely sealed off the space in front of Jiang Che, so tightly that not even a fly could get through.

Jiang Che, suspended in mid-air, looked at the perfectly sealed wall in front of him and frowned slightly.

Forcing it won't work.

If you hit it, the ball will bounce back into your own territory, and you won't be able to save it.

In a flash, Jiang Che twisted his wrist, changing the buckle to a hanging loop.

Gently rub the bottom of the ball with your fingers.

The volleyball passed over the fingertips of those six large hands and wobbled as it fell behind the net.

"How naive!" Zhang Yang sneered from the sidelines upon seeing this.

Someone in the back row on the opposite side had been anticipating this move. The burly man named A-Qiang rolled on the ground, stretched out his long arm, and actually managed to save the ball.

"Fight back! Kill them!"

Zhang Yang excitedly slapped his thigh, accidentally aggravating his injured wrist. Even though he grimaced in pain, he still cried out.

Those three big guys didn't hold back either. Relying on their height advantage, they still didn't use any tactics and directly smashed the ball at close range in front of the net.

"Thump!"

Wang Kai lunged forward, but he was too late. The ball grazed his palm and landed, then bounced far away.

24:25.

Class 7 has reached match point.

"Grass!"

Wang Kai kicked the air hard. This usually composed man was now red-eyed with rage. "What the hell are we even fighting for?!"

This is pure bullying. No matter how good your skills are, they seem to be completely useless in the face of absolute physical talent.

The girls on the sidelines stopped screaming and looked at each other, their expressions quite unpleasant.

It's obvious to everyone that this is unfair.

But there was nothing anyone could do.

Standing in the crowd, Lin Wanwan looked at Jiang Che's back, which was soaked with sweat, and the twisted pleasure in her heart intensified.

Deserve it.

Let you pretend.

Without me, Jiang Che, you're just an ordinary person who can be trampled on at will.

"Jiang Che, if you can't take it, just admit defeat."

Lin Wanwan didn't know what she was thinking, but she suddenly blurted out something out of the blue.

No one was speaking at that moment, so in the quiet environment, everyone's attention was immediately drawn to Lin Wanwan's shout.

She raised her chin, adopting a condescending attitude as if she were doing Jiang Che a favor, and said, "Apologize to Zhang Yang, and this matter will be over. Don't keep making a scene and embarrass yourself."

Several girls around couldn't stand it anymore and were about to say something back, but they were glared at by Lin Wanwan's two delinquent best friends.

Although they didn't want to take care of Lin Wanwan, they had no choice. After all, they had to follow Lin Wanwan around and eat and drink for free, so even if it was disgusting, they had to treat her well.

Jiang Che reached up and wiped the sweat from his chin with the hem of his shirt, not even turning his head, completely ignoring Lin Wanwan.

"Wang Kai," Jiang Che called out.

Wang Kai was picking at his fingers dejectedly when he heard the shout. He paused for a moment, then looked up.

"What? Maybe we should just call it quits, Che-ge..."

Even Wang Kai, who always had a strong sense of self-respect, was having second thoughts at this moment. "There's really no way to win. All the students here have seen it. The other side is cheating. It's not shameful for us to lose."

"Who said it's impossible to fight?"

Jiang Che smiled mysteriously, then hooked his arm around Wang Kai's shoulder and walked to the net, glancing through the net at the three big guys on the other side who were still high-fiving each other.

"Haven't you noticed? These three idiots are all height and no brains."

"what?"

Wang Kai was stunned, thinking to himself, "Brother, what time is it and you're still cursing people?"

Jiang Che lowered his voice and pointed to the three people opposite him, saying, "They only ever jump for the ball and completely ignore the players."

After so many rounds of competition, Jiang Che had completely figured out the defensive positions of those three people; they were all dead.

As soon as the ball leaves their hands, these three players jump up to block the net as if by conditioned reflex, without even looking at the trajectory or whether the ball is real or fake.

This is purely a problem caused by playing too much basketball; it's become a habit of blocking shots.

"So what? We still can't get past it." The sports committee member chimed in from the side, looking equally dejected.

"Who says you have to dunk it to win?"

Jiang Che patted the volleyball in his hand. Since brute force couldn't break through this wall, he might as well make good use of it.