When Earth Awakened, I Became a Sword Saintess

Chapter 7 : Shock

7: Shock

In the early morning lanes of Lingdu, most of the demonic spirits and strange shadows had dispersed.

Yuyin had gotten up an hour early. As it was her first time actively putting on a school uniform for girls, it indeed required a bit more time.

Lingdu was, after all, an international metropolis, and the uniform of No. 21 High School was quite neat and good-looking. Walking on the small path where electric bikes hurried back and forth, Yuyin, in her white shirt and black skirt, went to school with the other students on the street. However, the skirt seemed a bit short, and the shirt, perhaps, was a little tight. Yuyin was a bit worried about the quality of the button on her chest...

But the students of Lingdu were under a lot of pressure and also rather shy, so they didn't keep saying "Good morning" to their classmates along the way.

First thing in the morning was P.E. class, which showed how much this world revered martial arts.

"Yuyin, why aren't you wearing your tennis uniform?" In the lobby of the school building, Xu Weiwei, who was wearing a track tank top and shorts and stretching her limbs, came over to say hello. Her boyish short hair made her look quite capable.

"Didn't we agree that you were going to teach everyone how to play tennis today?" Xu Weiwei continued.

"Huh?"

Tennis?

Yuyin had already looked up a lot of information on her phone, joined the class group chat, and also learned that she was the city's high school women's tennis singles champion. No wonder her physique was so good.

But, the current her didn't know how to play tennis... Would she be exposed?

Just as she was about to make an excuse to decline, she saw by the shoe cabinet, Yingluo, dressed in a white tennis T-shirt and skirt, with a purple headband and holding a purple racket, standing there seriously and expectantly.

"Tennis is an excellent sport for training coordination and stamina. According to statistics, girls who are good at tennis have a 60% higher chance of becoming a Source Martial Practitioner than the average." Meeting Yuyin's gaze, Yingluo seemed to be explaining.

It seemed she could not get out of it.

However, when Yuyin touched the tennis racket, the memory from her body immediately awakened.

"Thwack, smack, thwack."

In the morning on the school campus, on the tennis court, Yuyin, although wearing her school uniform, ran back and forth swiftly, swung her racket freely, hit the ball with power, and placed it in tricky spots. She was actually holding her own against the male P.E. teacher, drawing waves of cheers from the watching male and female students.

Let alone the girls in the class, even the boys couldn't match her. This P.E. teacher was a former second-tier city badminton team member.

Yuyin's stamina was excellent. She even made the thirty-year-old P.E. teacher breathless. At this moment, Yuyin had a feeling of releasing herself. So this was how exhilarating intense exercise could be. This was the feeling of relying on skill and strength to defeat an opponent, making them run ragged.

It was tiring, but incredibly refreshing.

Her self before her rebirth had been too frail and not good at sports. She had never experienced the excitement and fulfillment of such intense exercise.

The sunlight, the wind smelling of grass, seemed like gifts from the world. She felt that there seemed to be some kind of power contained within them.

After the tennis "exhibition match" ended, Yuyin was also warm all over, her fragrant sweat dripping. She was like a moving flowerbed; wherever she passed, she would leave behind a faint, enchanting fragrance that made people slightly narrow their eyes.

Seeing that she was in such a good state and not affected by her family's troubles, her classmates naturally didn't mention it anymore. The Student Council President, Xia Yuyin, was also the center of attention in P.E. class.

Among the girls, Yingluo seemed to be quietly breathing harder. Could it be that she didn't want to miss the scent that the President was wasting in the air?

"President..."

"What's wrong?" Seeing Yingluo come over with a somewhat nervous expression, Yuyin, both physically and mentally, of course, didn't feel repulsed and asked very naturally.

But Yingluo seemed to be in a difficult position. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in Yuyin's ear, "You're not wearing safety shorts..."

"Huh?"

Yuyin didn't react to this question for a moment, but her female body instinctively felt a burst of heat. Had her movements been too big just now?

"Don't worry, from the angle just now, no one else should have seen." Yingluo quietly added.

"Uh..." Did this mean she had seen?

Next, the girls began their track and field training, while the boys played soccer with another class.

Yuyin made a special trip to the women's tennis club behind the tennis court to change into a pair of track pants.

By coaxing the P.E. teacher a little, she confirmed that she was a member of the women's tennis club, more accurately, the captain, and had her own locker.

However, inside there were only the previously worn track shorts that she hadn't had time to take back to wash. They were a little wrinkled, but they were hers, so she put them on. Once certain fuller parts of her body filled them out, they weren't wrinkled anymore.

Wearing track pants was much more comfortable. After all, Yuyin had no experience with the natural techniques for preventing wardrobe malfunctions, and could only rely on the occasional reflexes of her body.

So Yuyin was doing warm-up exercises by the side of the track. Now it was better. Even if she bent down to touch the ground with her palms, she didn't have to worry about exposing herself.

"Whump!"

A soccer ball flew over from the field and hit Yuyin directly on the buttocks.

The soccer ball was kicked with considerable force. Yuyin was unprepared and nearly fell over.

"Hahahahaha!"

This actually drew malicious laughter from a few of the boys playing on the field. The one laughing the most unrestrainedly was Zhang Biaoyang.

It was he who "accidentally" kicked that ball just now.

If it were an accident, it would be nothing. Although the ball was kicked hard, she was fine. But these people were actually laughing, without any shred of guilt.

Yuyin's face darkened.

"Demon, your foot is too accurate! On such a big field, you could kick anywhere, but you kicked there, at our President!" A stout, chubby boy from the next class with a "peach" haircut came over and patted Zhang Biaoyang.

"What are you talking about? It wasn't on purpose. How would I know I could kick so accurately? Right, President?"

"Don't be like that. If you make her cry, you should apologize quickly."

"Apologize? I don't have the habit of apologizing. How about this, we find a place later, and I'll apologize to you alone. How about that? Xia Yuyin?" Zhang Biaoyang was clearly proud of and showing off his kick.

Yuyin's chest heaved deeply. She turned and walked away, not wanting to bother with these scoundrels.

"Hey, help us get the ball!" A slightly stout boy from the next class said.

"President, help us get the ball, thanks."

"The President is angry, hahaha."

"Do you have to be like this, Xia Yuyin? If you're angry at me, just say it. Don't make me lose face in front of all these brothers, okay?" Zhang Biaoyang said deliberately loudly.

A chorus of boos came from the boys on the field.

"Yuyin..." Not far away, Yingluo watched all of this.

The girls and boys from Class 1 all stopped. Their faces darkened one by one.

"Damn it, bullying our class..." Xiao Huohuo couldn't resist starting a fight but was held back by his classmates. "Do you have a death wish? That's Zhang Biaoyang..."

Amid the boos, Yuyin stopped, turned around, her towering chest swaying with her proud turn.

This drew even more boos and gasps of admiration.

Yuyin walked towards the soccer ball.

"Don't get the wrong one, it's the ball on the ground."

"Huh?"

"Isn't she already carrying two of her own?"

This crude joke drew another burst of laughter from Class 2, while the students of Class 1 looked livid, but they didn't dare to speak out. In this school, no one dared to provoke Zhang Biaoyang, and the teacher had just gone to the storeroom to get equipment.

Yuyin stood firm, a few steps from the ball, seemingly looking at the goal, her long legs subconsciously adjusting the distance.

Her posture looked like she was about to kick the ball.

"Hey? President, you're not serious, are you? This is a soccer ball, not a rubber ball."

"Are... are you going to take a corner kick?"

Indeed, the ball's position was near the baseline but on the track outside the field, over twenty meters from the goal.

"Xia Yuyin, this isn't something for girls to play with. Be careful not to twist your ankle. I would feel bad!" Zhang Biaoyang shouted, laughing, showing a row of white teeth with one missing.

This drew a wave of laughter.

In the midst of the laughter, Yuyin started.

She didn't know why she was doing this, but at this moment, scenes of those world-famous stars taking corner kicks on screens flashed through her mind. Her body, before she had even made a decision, naturally acted, feeling out those movements.

"If you can kick it past the halfway line, I'll eat my shoes!" Zhang Biaoyang ad-libbed.

She took a few running steps, her right foot pushing off the track, her left foot lifting.

"Whump!"

The soccer ball, spinning, flew out at an unexpected speed, drawing a high, far arc in the air.

At this moment, everyone was stunned. Their eyes all followed the ball's trajectory. Only Zhang Biaoyang was confidently winking at his girlfriend Chen Yan by the side of the goal.

The ball drew a banana-like arc in the air, not only flying past the halfway line but also seeming to fly towards the far corner of the goal.

Even the goalkeeper was stunned.

But the ball was a bit wobbly and ended up a few meters wide, sailing past the goal.

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Whump!"

The soccer ball hit Zhang Biaoyang, who had just turned his head, right in the face and bounced into the goal.

"..."

For a moment, everyone was stunned. Both Class 1 and Class 2 were silent.

The teacher, holding a hurdle frame, unconsciously let it fall to the ground.

Zhang Biaoyang sat down on the ground, with a large ball-shaped mark on his face. He looked pitifully at the soccer ball that had rolled into the goal.

That was his own team's goal.

Suddenly, a chime that no one else on the field seemed to hear seemed to directly enter Yuyin's consciousness.

"Ding! Successfully shocked everyone, gained 2 Soul Charm Points. Successfully broke Zhang Biaoyang's assertion, gained 3 Soul Charm Points."