485: Chapter 474: Truly a Waste of Talent 485: Chapter 474: Truly a Waste of Talent “This proposal is really not bad, teacher, so what should the boys wear?
It’s not Hanfu too, is it?” the class president asked from below.
“No, the boys will wear Sun Yat-sen suits and match them with a small Republic-style vintage hat, which will bring out the handsomeness and statuesque stature of the boys in our class,” Wang Xuewei said proudly.
“How do you all feel about this proposal?
If it’s approved, each person needs to contribute one hundred yuan for the costume fee.”
“No problem, teacher.
It’s just one hundred yuan.
If we can shine at the sports meet, not to mention one hundred, even two hundred wouldn’t matter.”
“Great, then we now need to decide on the team leader.
Which of you girls is willing to be the team leader during the sports meet procession?” she asked with a smile.
“Well, teacher, I think Liu Ran is a great candidate.
She’s pretty and has a nice figure, but most importantly, she’s very gentle and quiet.
A proper lady from ancient times.
Why don’t we let her be the leader?” a girl suggested.
Once that was suggested, countless people immediately shouted to let Liu Ran be the leader, but Liu Ran shyly said, “I can’t do it.
I’m not suited for such an important task.”
“That’s okay, Xiao Ran.
It’s just about holding a sign at the front of the team,” Wang Xuewei said.
“If you’re shy, you can wear a veil over your face.
This way, it’ll look beautiful and also give a sense of mystery.”
“But…” Liu Ran hadn’t finished speaking when Song Yun gently squeezed her hand under the table.
Liu Ran looked at Song Yun, who smiled and nodded at her, and she had no choice but to take up the task.
“Alright, that concludes our morning meeting for today.
I’ll handle the costume matters.
I promise to have you all looking beautiful on the day,” Wang Xuewei said with a smile.
“To ensure we make a shining entry at the opening ceremony, I’m cancelling all of tomorrow’s classes.
Everyone must go to the field to practice the formation and chant.
Everyone must attend, got it?”
“Understood, teacher.”
“Meeting adjourned,” Wang Xuewei said and then walked out of the classroom.
“Brother Song, why did you just make me agree to it?
I can’t handle being so exposed,” Liu Ran said, her cheeks flushed.
“And to appear in front of the whole school, the thought alone is mortifying.”
“Haha, I believe you can definitely do it.
It’s my intuition, and I trust you.” Song Yun said with a laugh.
“Okay, stop you two lovebirds from getting all cuddly.
Speaking of which, our department’s football match with the English department is about to start.
Do you two want to go watch?” Li Yueyue asked with a hint of jealousy.
“Haha, whose class is next?
Can we skip it without any issues?” Song Yun asked curiously.
“Now that the sports meet is almost here, basically, all classes have turned into self-study sessions.
Students can just go ahead and practice whatever they want,” Li Yueyue explained.
“That’s really nice.
Being a student isn’t so bad after all,” Song Yun remarked.
After that, the three of them headed to the field together.
They had just sat down on a bench beside the football field when the players from both teams arrived.
Contrary to Song Yun’s expectations, the captain of the Chinese Literature department’s football team was the man who had made a bet with Song Yun last time about who would kneel and kowtow three times if they lost.
Watching the man lead his team onto the field, and not forgetting to flirtatiously wave when he saw his own cheer squad, honestly speaking, the man was rather handsome.
But the problem was with his brain.
If he could fix that, he would be more popular.
“Welcome everyone for coming.
I believe that under my leadership, our Chinese Literature department will certainly achieve victory.”
“Yu Feng, Senior Yu Feng, you’re the coolest,” the cheerleaders shouted loudly.
Hearing the man called Yu Feng speak his opening line, Song Yun facepalmed and smiled bitterly.
It seemed they were going to lose today’s match.
If these players were real football players, then it wouldn’t be a problem for the captain to say such a thing.
But these players were merely football enthusiasts, some of them not even semi-amateurs.
And the most terrifying people in the world are those who think too highly of themselves, believing they’re the main force in the team.
Why should you as the captain receive the cheers when I have to pass the ball to you?
Once such a mentality sets in, then the match is considered lost.
After all, football and basketball are team sports; missing one person can weaken the entire team’s strength.
But it can be even more dangerous if people harbored ill will and secretly tried to trip you up.
After a while, the players from both teams were ready, and a PE teacher came up to say a few nonsense phrases about “friendship first, competition second,” and then the match officially began.
By the flip of a coin, the Chinese Literature department had the kickoff.
It was unclear whether Yu Feng wanted quick results or a good opening, but he immediately passed the ball to the centre-forward and then sprinted furiously to take the forward position.
As Song Yun had thought, that centre-forward had no intention of passing to anyone else and dashed straight towards the opponent’s penalty area, only to be stopped by a tackle from the opposing players.
Luckily, another teammate followed behind and snatched the ball from under the opponent’s feet, kicking it beautifully in an arc towards Yu Feng, who caught it perfectly.
Yu Feng controlled the ball well and, like a hero in a TV series, flashed a confident and sunny smile.
Yu Feng’s feet seemed like the wind, constantly pulling off all sorts of tricks.
Seeing the shadows under his feet, Song Yun was even more convinced of his view—this wasn’t a contest but rather a performance circus, focusing on who played more impressively rather than a physical game among men where looking good with the ball was useless.
However, Yu Feng’s moment of pride didn’t last long before the opponent’s centre-forward and forward closed in on him.
Just when they were a few steps away from him, Yu Feng executed a beautiful backheel pass, and the ball beautifully ended up under the feet of the opponent’s forward.
The opponent was clearly surprised that Yu Feng would pass the ball to him, leaving him momentarily stunned.
But since this was a match, the opponent paused briefly and then kicked the ball away.
“Ah, to have Yu Feng’s skills wasted at Sunnan University is really a pity,” Song Yun remarked as he lit a cigarette regretfully.
“Oh?
Didn’t this guy cause you trouble last time?
Why are you still speaking well of him?” Li Yueyue asked, puzzled.
“It’s nothing.
Who lets me be magnanimous?
But there’s a place that’s really suitable for Yu Feng.
If he goes there, I believe that team’s overall strength will definitely improve.”
“What team?”
“The national team.”