Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 262 - 142. Sports Festival (7)3

"Haha, sorry, sorry."

"About club budgets, I indeed have so thoughts. It should be written on the bulletin published by the News Departnt, and everyone can also wait for the Student Council notification."

"What about the Broadcasting Club? The Broadcasting Club is already so poor! President, look at this microphone—it looks fine now, but if you’re not careful, it could blow out!"

"Tanaka." A voice that seed to be a teacher’s rang out.

"Sorry. Hmm, let’s get back to the sports festival. President, which club do you think will take first place?"

"Hmm—I’m not very familiar with the various clubs yet, but probably the Soccer Club. Don’t bla if I guess wrong, okay?"

"After all, it’s a soccer shooting competition. Guessing the Soccer Club will win is pretty normal. Ah, it looks like the competition has started. Let’s look at the big screen! Wow—so cool, as expected of Mr. Dubian!"

"Yes, indeed very handso. Then I’ll bet on the Human Observation Departnt to win~"

"President, what are you doing, President, this is a sports event!"

"Ahaha, sorry, sorry, I really like Mr. Dubian’s looks~ Such a pity I heard he has a girlfriend. Mr. Dubian, co to the Student Council office if you need anything~"

On the big screen, Dubian Che focused on juggling the ball with his feet.

The students participating in this entertaining match were all in sportswear due to other events, except for him in uniform, standing out as very different.

"Okay, the competition has started. The first club to challenge is the Math Departnt. Their slogan is: Scoring is a matter of probability; repeated experints can find ways to increase the probability."

"Isn’t that just another way of saying practice more?"

"Should be, right? Let’s see the distance they’re challenging from... one ter? Really, one ter?!"

"Ah, I see. Increasing the probability isn’t just about practicing more; minimizing variables is also a way~"

"President! That’s not the point you should be comnting on!"

"Hehe~"

"Okay, the Math Departnt representative is in position, takes a deep breath, shoots! Good, it went in. As expected of the Math Departnt!"

"Mhm mhm, very strong, although it was a bit short~"

"Next up is the Manga Research Departnt. Their competition slogan is: ’Do you think I’ve scored many goals in manga?!’"

"Experienced!" The words were accompanied by confident clapping.

"...As expected of the Student Council President, even better at talking nonsense than we are."

"Ah, the Broadcasting Club’s funding..."

"Ah—I didn’t say anything just now!"

"Haha, forgiven~"

"Whew—scared to death. Alright, the Broadcasting Club has smoothly overco the crisis, let’s continue with the match. The Manga Research Departnt representative... eh? Isn’t this Senior Cheng, who was reported by the News Departnt for selling adult publications at the Cultural Festival and got punished by the school?"

"That’s terrible~"

"Mhm mhm, so terrible, but he’s challenging from fifty ters!"

"That’s amazing... but still terrible."

"Fifty ters is a very impressive distance! Let’s look forward to it! Okay, terrible Senior Cheng is ready, shoots, the ball flies in the air... wait, what’s this... the ball stopped at ten ters away?!"

"Oh my, looks like soone’s got weak legs, that won’t do~"

"President—! H, stop!"

The field erupted in laughter, everyone clapped vigorously, slapping their thighs.

The terrible Senior Cheng, almost in tears, was comforted and helped back to his seat by mbers of the Manga Research Departnt.

"That was a tragedy. Hopefully, the following clubs are more realistic and recognize their own strength."

"Mhm mhm, everyone needs to exercise more~"

"Coming up next is the Film Research Departnt, their slogan: ’Yuzi, Yuzi, I love you!’"

"Ah, there there~~"

The big screen split into two.

Left side: Dalu Bingsang saying sothing loudly to a Film Research Departnt mber in the distance; right side, cheerleader Yuzi in a short skirt, squatting on the ground with her hands covering her face, immobile.

"Dalu, co on already, get into position!"

The flushed Dalu Bingsang walked to a position ten ters from the goal. Yuzi peeked through a gap between her fingers, secretly watching this way.

"Dalu, Yuzi is watching you~"

On the screen, Yuzi quickly closed her fingers again.

"Cute!" A Broadcasting Club female mber let out a shout like an infatuated fan.

"Mhm mhm~ please be sure to invite to your wedding!"

In the midst of everyone’s teasing, Dalu Bingsang, who just wanted to get it over with, kicked the ball sowhere—certainly not in the goal.

"Too bad. Okay, next up is the championship favorite—the Soccer Club! Their slogan: ’Don’t underestimate soccer, hey!’"

"Don’t underestimate the others, hey!"

"That, Mr. President, are you from the Rakugo Departnt? Your quips are so smooth!"

"Not at all, I just like to watch cody shows~"

"I see."

"How far is the Soccer Club’s shot going to be?"

"Let’s check, fifty ters! The sa as the adult publica— I an Manga Research Departnt!"

"Don’t talk like that about the Manga Research Departnt, it was just Senior Cheng at fault~~"

"Let’s see the professionals in action! Okay, the Soccer Club representative is ready, looking very relaxed. Wow, look at those strong legs! Mr. President, do you think he can score?"

"Ah, I can’t handle guys with too much leg hair."

On the big screen, the Soccer Club mber, taking deep breaths, nearly choked.

That mont, the News Departnt’s photographer zood in on the leg, drawing everyone’s attention to his thick leg hair.

"Hahaha!"

Amidst laughter, the Soccer Club mber gave the ball a hard kick, deciding at the sa mont—ti to shave the leg hair when he gets ho!

"It’s in! My goodness, it’s really in! As expected of a Soccer Club mber!"

Amidst shouts from the Broadcasting Club female mber, astonished cries and applause erupted in the field.