Chapter 163


    Tristan and Arabe shared a knowing nce before they turned on their heels and strolled back to


    their cluster of ssmates, the boys who''d chosen to participate in the game.


    However, the mood in ss Eighteen was quite somber.


    Logan frowned as he looked at the boys in his ss, frustration evident in his voice. "Guys, are you


    really that scared? We''re a ss of over twenty boys, and only Oberon and I have the guts to step up?"


    Counting Percival, they were still short of two yers.


    "Well... we''re afraid of losing..." A boy mumbled weakly. "We aren''t exactly known for our skills in


    basketball. If we lose, Mr. Ellington and Ms. Vivienne would have to kneel down to that jerk in public."


    After he finished speaking, he shot nervous nces at Percival and Vivienne.


    "We can''t just lose without even trying!" Oberon was nearly livid with the cowardice disyed by his


    ssmates.


    Where had the spirit of ss Eighteen gone?


    But the boys just looked at each other, still hesitant to step forward.


    "Fine, I''ll do it."


    The students of ss Eighteen turned to look in surprise as a girl with short hair and a rather


    unremarkable appearance stepped forward. She was wearing a loose-fitting sports uniform and


    sporting silver-rimmed sses. She addressed Percival amid the surprised stares of her ssmates.


    "Mr. Ellington, can girls y too?"


    "Do you know how to y basketball?" Percival asked, eyeing her doubtfully.


    Vivienne gave the girl a once-over. She remembered her name was Anna. An average-looking girl with


    middling grades. Anna was practically invisible in ss Eighteen.


    The only thing that made her stand out was her height. She was at least 5''8'''' and was always seated at


    the back of the ss, often tucked away in the shadows whenever Vivienne visited.


    Vivienne hardly had any impression of her.


    So when Anna stepped forward, it took everyone by surprise. The entire ss looked at her with


    doubtful eyes, questioning whether she could actually y basketball.


    Instead of responding, Anna picked up a basketball from the nearby basket and dribbled it all the way


    to the three-point line. She jumped up, took a shot, and scored. All in one smooth motion.


    The basketball swished through the, causing a stir among the students of ss Eighteen, who all


    looked at Anna in amazement.


    "Is that okay?" Anna asked Percival.


    "You''re great." Percival nodded in approval, having noticed that Anna''s basketball skills were top-notch.


    "We''re still missing one more person though." Logan pointed out, his expression a mix of awe and


    frustration as he red at the boys of ss Eighteen. "Are you guys really going to let a girl show you


    up?"


    The boys of ss Eighteen remained silent.


    "Guess I''ll have to do it then." Vivienne said with her hands tucked into her pockets.


    Everyone turned to look at her in surprise.


    "Ms. Vivienne, are you sure you can handle it?" Oberon looked at her skeptically, the same doubt he


    had for Anna reflected in his gaze.


    Vivienne picked up a basketball and spun it on her finger, cocking her head to look at Oberon. "You


    don''t think I can?"


    For some reason, even though Vivienne was smiling, Oberon saw a glint of challenge in her eyes.


    "No, no, that''s not what I meant." He quickly waved his hands, not daring to voice any objections.


    "So, Ms. Vivienne, what position will you y?" Logan asked cautiously.


    "How about point guard?" Vivienne suggested with a smile.


    A point guard was the organizer of the team''s offense. They didn''t need to be particrly tall, but they


    did need to have excellent control over the game and timing of passes. It was a critical position.


    Logan and Oberon were skeptical but didn''t voice their doubts. Anna seemed indifferent.


    Percival, being fond of Vivienne, wouldn''t have objected even if she wanted to y center andpete


    for rebounds.


    So they decided on the positions. Percival was the small forward, Logan was the power forward,


    Oberon was the center, Anna was the shooting guard, and Vivienne was the point guard, forming an


    unconventional team.


    When Tristan from ss One walked onto the court with his four-man team and saw the lineup of


    ss Eighteen, they all looked taken aback.


    "Percival, are all the boys in your ss a bunch of wimps?" Tristan couldn''t help but scoff. "You even


    have two girls on your team? And isn''t Vivienne a teacher? Is that even allowed?"


    "Ms. Vivienne is our homeroom teacher, so she can definitely represent us." Logan retorted defiantly.


    "We just thought it would be too easy to beat you guys, so we put two girls on our team to give you a


    fighting chance."


    "Sure, keep talking tough." Tristan sneered, then turned to his own team. "If you guys lose to a team


    with two girls, don''t ever tell anyone you know how to y basketball."


    His teammates exchanged nces. Theirpetitive spirits were ignited.


    Truth be told, they had all seen Tristan deliberately injure Coral. They were already displeased with this


    new PE teacher who had suddenly appeared. Initially, they thought of throwing the game in ss


    Eighteen''s favor.


    But now, after what Tristan had said, how could they lose dignity by losing to ss Eighteen? After all,


    they genuinely loved basketball.


    The game quickly began. A senior PE teacher who happened to be around was serving as the referee


    to ensure fairness.


    The whistle blew, signaling the start of the game.


    Percival jumped for the ball and sessfully batted it to his team''s side before Tristan could.


    The students from ss One rushed to intercept, but Vivienne had already effortlessly scooped up the


    ball.


    Logan and Oberon immediately rushed back to defend.


    Vivienne looked at the five eager members of ss One before her, gripping the basketball in her right


    hand. A yful smile adorned her face as she raised a single finger, signaling to her four teammates.


    "Let''s score the first basket."


    No sooner had the words left her mouth than she moved like the wind. A fake charge forward had her


    opponents scrambling.


    By the time they reacted, she had spun around them, dribbling the ball past three of them.


    As she bolted past the mid-court, Tristan came forward to intercept her. However, with a swift flick of


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    her wrist, she tossed the ball into the air.


    "Darn it!" Tristan cursed and spun around.


    The basketball was already in Percival''s hands. He weaved around the boys of ss One, moving the


    ball towards the basket. With three swift steps and a leap, the ball dropped into the.


    Two points for their team.