Chapter 9

The students' ears were assaulted by a loud, piercing sound as the whistle was blown. It served as a reminder to everyone on the school field that it was time for their daily warm-up, which required them to complete two large circuits around the field.

Lessons may have concluded, but it was not yet the conclusion of the school day.

Christian stared off into the distance as he observed the enormous clock set in front of the school building. He was straining to see the two hands on the dial of the clock, not because the clock was too small, but because his eyesight had deteriorated significantly.

Despite this, Christian had never worn glasses. He believed that by doing so, he would confess to himself that he had poor eyesight.

After placing his hands to the side of his head, he pulled slightly to reduce his field of vision and enable him to concentrate. A method he acquired while attempting to see the screen from the back of the classroom.

At 3:30, I still have a great deal of time.

"Get moving, shitbreath, if you don't want my size twelve feet in your posterior!" Mr. Tank exclaimed. Not only did he tower above the students, but he also towered over the other adults.

His surname was a perfect fit for the man he was. Even if that is not his actual surname. If Christian didn't know better, he would have believed that his teacher's Data had been augmented by a gigantic ancient Olympian or something. He was so massive and robust.

To avoid further angering his teacher, he joined the rest of the students at the rear of the class. There, he ran beside his best friend Jordan, who was puffing and huffing.

"Why do I usually get shouted at?" Before uttering the following syllable, he had to take a deep breath after each utterance.

"Did you know that speaking and running at the same time makes it more difficult to breathe?" Christian indicated. He was performing well and could have passed his companion, but he elected to remain at the rear.

Jordan was cognizant of the daily repetition. He was aware that Christian remained behind due to his influence.

Ultimately, Jordan gave up trying to keep up with the rest of the class and began to slow down. "This is improved. According to the internet, you should jog at a rate where you can still carry on a conversation while jogging."

"Year. But I doubt they intended this." They were currently traveling so slowly that they were virtually walking. They imitated the runners in front of them by waving their arms back and forth in an effort to disguise their slowing pace.

Unfortunately, Mr. Tank caught this, and the remaining pupils are currently waiting for them.

He commanded, "Get over here, you idiots!"

After lining up all of the students, Mr. Tank positioned a football just in front of himself. He selected the largest student called Paul from the queue.

He was the class's shining example. The type who was too wonderful to be true and who typically only appeared as the main character in films. However, this was not a film, and he was in front of his classmates.

Paul had tanned skin and perfectly curled brown hair that was wavy and brown. His physique was that of a naturally slim bodybuilder, seemingly suited for athletic success.

Jordan murmured to Christian as he regarded Paul, "They claim that women like their men to have a skill that few others possess." "On Tinder I mean. I have not utilized this application. What's the point when I know that nobody will swipe for me? I use the application to swipe in the opposite direction. Thus, I have rejected them all before they could reject me."

"Didn't you just say that you don't use the app? Also, aren't we too young to use it?"

Looking at his friend and then at himself, Christian felt rather depressed. It wasn't because women must be vying to be Paul's girlfriend if someone like Paul exists. No, it was because individuals like him were the ideal candidates for the position of Celestial Wielder. How could Paul be chosen as long as there were individuals like him in the world?

I will not mince my words. We are all aware that Paul is the best member of our team. The fact that there are hundreds of Paul's on other teams is unfortunate for you. Mr. Tank gave a highly "motivating" speech.

This team lacks an effective defensive line. People capable of tackling. We are looking for tacklers."

Today's training objective was to either A) remove the ball from Paul as he ran towards you, preventing him from crossing the white try line, or B) tackle him to the ground.

After observing a few pupils' attempt and fail, it became evident that the assignment was impossible. Eventually, it was Christian's turn to participate.

Mr. Tank did not have high expectations for Christian, but according to school regulations, everyone was entitled to an equal opportunity.

The referee blew the whistle, and Paul began charging towards him, clutching the ball as if it were a newborn baby.

"Hey, hey, could you take it easy on me?"

The strong grasp on the ball indicates that he is taking this drill very seriously. But Christian knows he can accomplish this; he is superior to what others believe.

He is prepared to make a tackle and finish this opponent out.

Christian charged ahead with the intent to confront Paul. If there was one quality that distinguished Christian from the rest, it would be his lack of fear, which even Mr. Tank had to respect.

As they approached each other, Christian lowered his knees slightly to assume a lower position. Despite the appearance that he was not paying attention to people, Christian had observed several details and routines.

Paul always leads with his right foot when bluffing. This is the side of his body where the extra weight is shifting. Today, the grass is particularly soft, and his feet are sinking deeper than normal. All of this is done so that he can propel himself forward while rotating his body to the right.

Christian, knowing all of this, went along with his bluff and attempted to make the tackle, but stopped at the last moment and went to his own right. All of these minor nuances, just as he had predicted, thwarted Paul's strategy to evade the tackle by spinning around, but Christian knew where Paul would finish up.

Going low, he saw the legs and prepared himself, only to see Paul's huge knee smack into his face and crack him on the nose with such a loud sound that passersby may have heard it.

Instantaneously, blood began to run down, and Christian fell on the chilly grass.

'Shit. So, what if I have determined where he will go? It's not as if I have the physical capacity to do something about it.

Christian was adept at picking up tendencies and anticipating how people's bodies would move because to his years of observing celestial heroes battling crime. He would recognize patterns that the individual may not even be aware of.

Sadly, it was all in vain.

"Dude, I'm so sorry. How are you feeling? Permit me to accompany you to the doctor." As he assisted Christian from the ground, Paul asked if his nose was okay.

As he softly touched his nose, more blood began to flow down his face. "I believe it's broken," Christian repeated to himself.

"Oh, guy, my apologies. Permit me to transport you to my family's clinic. I'll explain what happened so that they don't charge you."

The worst part about Paul, in the views of Christian and Jordan, was that despite being so popular and having seemingly been given everything, he was truly a kind person. In the movies or on television, someone who was this perfect would have a dark side and behave arrogantly, even bullying the class misfit, but this was not the case in real life.

No one disliked Paul; everyone admired his gentleness. Christian and Jordan, who were only envious, were included. The guy has already slept with the school's most attractive females. In numerous aspects, according to the girls, he is unique. Christian and Jordan had witnessed every lady they admired fall in love with him and marry him.

"Don't fret over it. You were not at fault." Christian murmured to himself as he went away to join Jordan on the sidelines. Still, it was my fault for attempting.

As Paul passed by, he heard Christian's words. Christian was the only one who had successfully anticipated his movements out of all those who had attempted to attack him today. Paul desired to inform this student of his evident skill, but he had already left the classroom with Jordan, who was accompanying him to the nurse's office.