My Sister is a Superstar - Chapter 18
Chapter 18: Spread to the School’s Forum
Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
After hearing Zhang Mingyu’s bet, Qin Ze’s first reaction was not anger like Zhao Baliang and the rest, but this: ‘I fell into his trap.’
Zhang Mingyu’s presence at the court was not strange and could only be considered as a coincidence. However, from the start where he asked him to give up the space and later the smashing incident… it could only spell trouble when he thought of the incident where he humiliated Zhang Mingyu in public a few days ago.
Concluding everything, Zhang Mingyu and his friends came to play basketball happily and coincidentally met his enemy, Qin Ze, who humiliated him. Hence, they came up with a plan; and a few words could be used to explain the happenings: ‘I want to cause havoc!’
This was revenge from the school prince.
Qin Ze was never afraid of judging people most negatively.
As the arrow was on the bowstring, it had to be shot; since things had already arrived at this step, one could not back away.
Qin Ze thought for a while before turning to look at his partners.
“I have no issue.” Zhao Baliang was very loyal.
“I treat life and death lightly, but I’ll act upon indignance.” This was the gaming addict, Liu Ziqiang’s reply.
Old Wang thought for a while and muttered, “F*ck, we can’t even back out even if we wanted to. If not, we can never get girls at University. We can only change from our left hand to our right hand.”
Li Liang said, “Actually, I’m scared, but I can’t lose face.”
Someone from 304 Dormitory hesitated, “They’re all from the basketball team. The emperor that started our country said we should never fight a battle we’re not prepared for…”
Old Wang glared. “Spring Chicken, shut your trap. Your shooting is decent; you must go on court.” He understood the carrot and stick approach very well. “If you go on court, you don’t have to pay me back for the 200 dollars you owe me, no matter if we win or lose.”
Old Wang really knew how to be nice. This way, 303 Dormitory’s impression of him was over the roof.
The fellow called Spring Chicken patted his chest. “Not to mention calling Grandpa, even if it’s calling Great Grandpa, I’ll do it.”
Just like that, the members were quickly decided: Qin Ze, Zhao Baliang, Liu Ziqiang, Old Wang, and Spring Chicken.
Qin Ze stared straight at Zhang Mingyu. “Let’s rest for five minutes.”
“Okay!” Zhang Mingyu nodded in agreement.
The spectators erupted into small discussions. Zhang Mingyu was famous in the school; everyone knew him. Some people even took out their phones and posted on the school’s forum: ‘Zhang Mingyu’s Battle on the Court; the One who Loses Needs to Call the Other Party Grandpa’
He even attached a few photographs which were the scenes of Qin Ze confronting Zhang Mingyu.
This post was placed right at the top by the forum manager. Within a few minutes, the number of views and replies shot up like a rocket.
“There are pictures to back him up. I believe this.”
“It’s the basketball court, right? I’ll be right there.”
“The old drive is going for a drag race. Destination: basketball court.”
“Di, student pass.”
“Di, social security card.”
“Di, elderly card.”
“Zhang Mingyu is causing so much trouble nowadays. A few days ago, he was just slapped in the face; and now he wants to compete with others.”
“Sit and wait for Zhang Mingyu to fail at the thing he’s good at.”
“Impossible. Look, the people around him are all on the basketball team. His opponents are of various sizes, and one look at them tells me that they’re terrible. Only the schoolmate in the middle has a decent stance.”
“Hey, am I the only one who thinks that back view is familiar?”
“I reckon. I think it looks familiar, too.”
“Me, too.”
“Me, too.”
“Me, too multiplied by 10086.”
“That… that… is that Qin Ze? Qin Ze, the King of Slaps?”
Someone replied in uncertainty and then added the back view of Qin Ze writing on the blackboard.
When this picture was posted, it instantly caused the popularity of the post to rise to another level.
“My God, it really is him.”
“Aiyo, hey, is this fella against Zhang Mingyu?”
“Slightly. I respect him.”
“My wish is for world peace… my ass. Again, my wish is to slap Zhang Mingyu’s face.”
“I’m Qin Ze, and I brought salt for myself.”
“Fellow students, let’s all go to the basketball court.”
“F*ck, I’m outside school and can’t make it back on time. Please broadcast it live.”
“I think I smell a scheme. Original Poster, what’s going on?”
The original poster was elated that his post was put at the top and had temporarily become the most popular post in the school. He happily replied, “I’m at the basketball court, but they haven’t started competing. You can walk by and pass by but don’t go by. Come and join the fun. You’ve asked the right person.
“I was playing basketball on one side and witnessed the entire process. Both parties started arguing because of basketball, and it almost turned to a brawl. Luckily, they’re more logical now and didn’t fight. If not, they would definitely be punished and might even be expelled. However, as things had escalated to this stage, neither party was willing to back down so they decided to use basketball to decide on the winner. The loser needs to admit their fault and apologize, as well as yell ‘Grandpa, Grandson was wrong’.”
The people on the forum were agitated.
“Did Original Poster say things on purpose? Are you sure?”
“It’s really true. I saw it with my own eyes.” The post owner sent an ‘I swear on my morals’ picture.
“So this means that Zhang Mingyu purposely caused trouble for him. He’s taking revenge against Qin Ze for slapping his face.”
“Heck, Zhang Mingyu is really sinister and narrow-minded.”
“He doesn’t have tolerance. Wealthy people are all evil.”
“Why do you only allow the state official to set fire and not let the commoners light a fire? Qin Ze insulted our Mingyu, why isn’t he allowed to retaliate?”
“That’s right, that’s right! It’s all a bunch of rich-hating homebodies up there. They deserve to not have a girlfriend.”
“Zhang Mingyu, you’re doing good. Long live Zhang Mingyu.”
The forum was bombarded with quarrels and erupted into chaos.
Qin Ze and the rest sat below the basket and drank their drinks to recuperate and build up strength. Their faces were calm, but their conversation revealed the anxiety in their hearts. Zhao Baliang surveyed the surroundings and whispered, “Why do I feel that there are more people?”
“I don’t think so.” Li Liang scratched the back of his head and grimaced.
“Let’s take a look at the school forum.” Old Wang passed the phone to Zhao Baliang.
The few of them passed the phone around and took a look at the forum. Zhao Baliang was dumbfounded. “What the heck, who was the evil person that published the post?”
“This is akin to putting us on a rack and burning us alive. If we lose, our reputations would be ruined; and we can’t lift our heads up anymore,” Liu Ziqiang said sadly.
The people surrounding them increased, causing it to be so squeezy until water could not enter. Following the passing of time, the number of people still increased.
Spring Chicken was fearless. “Whatever is yours will be yours. What are you afraid of?”
“Of course, it’s okay for you; you’re just a nameless nobody. It’s okay if you lose face; who knows you?” Old Wang rolled his eyes. “The most humiliated one is Qin Ze; he’s the main character of this incident. If he’s really forced to yell ‘Grandpa’, it’ll be much worse than being slapped in class.”
Everyone looked at Qin Ze.
Qin Ze did not have much of an expression, and his gaze swept past the excited audience and the fierce-looking Zhang Mingyu’s gang. Finally, he looked at his partner’s faces. At this moment, he suddenly felt a surge of emotions in his heart. Unwittingly, he engrossed himself in his feelings and sang:
“Run forward and welcome all the sneers and mockery.
“How can one feel the broadness of life without suffering?
“Destiny can’t make us kneel down and beg for mercy.
“Even if blood is spurted all over our arms,
“Continue to run forward with pride.”
This was the song he heard from Points Mall and felt inspired by it at this point.
Walk forward, walk forward, welcome all the sneers and mockery… while ignoring the setbacks and sufferings.
No one was born to be weak. Small characters have their own roars and growls.
Zhao Baliang suddenly felt his blood surge up. He clenched his fists tightly, and his veins were popping as he let out a roar.
“Run forward and welcome all the sneers and mockery.” Old Wang suddenly stood up.
“I want to be legendary.” Liu Ziqiang punched the basketball frame.
Spring Chicken said, “Heck, what’s the big deal of being on the basketball team? What’s the big deal of being a school prince? In front of 200 dollars, everything is worth nothing.”
Competition start!
