238: You wouldn't happen to be a die-hard fan of Lei Jun, would you?

Everyone was physically and mentally exhausted and needed to return to a familiar environment to rest.

Moreover, after everything they had experienced, looking at Sanya's sunny beaches made their feelings much more complicated; it was better to go home.

No one had any objections to this decision.

The following afternoon, the group arrived at Sanya Airport and boarded the private plane for the return journey.

This time, Lei Jun did not enter the cockpit.

She handed the controls over to Zhao Ya.

“Zhao Ya, you fly this time.”

She also wanted to see the skills of this former Special Operations Brigade driving ace.

A spark flashed in Zhao Ya's eyes, and she nodded seriously: “Yes, Miss Lei.”

She sat in the driver's seat, fastened her seatbelt, and her expression immediately became focused and calm.

Checking the instruments, communicating with the tower, requesting clearance, starting the engine... a series of operations were skilled and smooth, displaying a clear military style.

Precise, sharp, and meticulous.

The plane smoothly taxied onto the runway, accelerated, lifted its nose, took off, and climbed.

The entire takeoff process was so smooth that the turbulence was barely noticeable.

In the cabin, everyone fastened their seatbelts and watched the city and coastline gradually shrink outside the window.

After the plane reached cruising altitude, Zhao Ya informed everyone via the intercom system that they could unfasten their seatbelts and move around freely.

Qin Yu stretched his shoulders, looked at the clouds steadily passing outside the window, and exclaimed, “Sister Zhao Ya flies so smoothly.”

Lin Xiaoya also nodded in agreement: “Mhm, it feels especially reliable. Sister Zhao Ya trained in the military after all; it's definitely different.”

Although Zhao Ya flew very well, there was still a big difference compared to Lei Jun, which they could all feel.

After all, Lei Jun had saved them in such extreme weather... Upon returning to Modu.

Everyone returned to their respective daily routines, and Lei Jun also returned to her campus life at Shanghai University.

Before long, Shanghai University's annual sports meet was about to commence.

Posters were plastered across the campus, and all classes were mobilizing students to sign up.

The Finance Department, where Lei Jun was, was no exception.

During the class meeting, the Sports Committee Member held the registration form and asked everyone individually about their intentions.

When he asked Lei Jun, she was looking down at her phone, not paying much attention to the sports meet.

The Sports Committee Member knew Lei Jun had an unusual background, but seeing that her usual performance in P.E. class was decent, he tentatively asked, “Student Lei Jun, which events are you planning to register for in the sports meet? Our class is a bit short on female participants...”

Lei Jun raised her head and thought for a moment.

She wasn't very interested in ordinary track and field events.

Her gaze swept across the registration form and landed on the “Table Tennis” column.

She thought she had recently drawn a God-tier Table Tennis Technique, so this was a good chance to try it out.

“Table Tennis, then.”

“Great!” The Sports Committee Member happily wrote it down.

Lei Jun registering would at least guarantee good looks and buzz, which was good for class publicity.

The news of Lei Jun registering quickly spread throughout the class and the department.

During the break, several students gathered together to chat about the sports meet, and naturally, they brought up Lei Jun.

“Did you hear? Lei Jun signed up for Table Tennis,” a boy said, his tone filled with curiosity.

“Table Tennis? She plays Table Tennis?” another girl asked, somewhat surprised. “She's usually so quiet; I thought she wasn't into sports.”

“She's pretty and has great temperament, so it's not surprising if she plays Table Tennis, right? Maybe she's even pretty good,” said a boy who had a favorable impression of Lei Jun.

“Come on.”

A boy nearby, wearing glasses and paying close attention to campus sports events, pushed up his spectacles and spoke with an analytical tone.

“Our school is full of hidden talents, especially in Table Tennis, with many specialized sports students. Who was last year's champion for the women's Table Tennis group? It was Zhao Xue! She's a National Second-Level Athlete and won top three in the municipal youth competition in junior high.”

“No matter how good Lei Jun is, she's probably just an amateur, right? It's fine for fun, but getting a ranking will be tough.”

“Exactly!”

Another girl chimed in, seemingly very jealous of Lei Jun's overly dazzling presence.

“Playing Table Tennis isn't a beauty pageant; just being good-looking is useless. Technique, experience, and physical fitness are all essential. I think Lei Jun will be lucky to pass the first round; winning the championship is definitely out of the question.”

Their discussion was overheard by Lin Xiaoya, who was passing by.

As Sister Lei Jun's Follower, Lin Xiaoya immediately became displeased.

She squeezed into the crowd, put her hands on her hips, and her small face was full of indignation: “What are you talking about! Why are you saying Sister Lei can't win the championship? Sister Lei is amazing! You guys have no idea!”

The boy with glasses saw Lin Xiaoya, knew she was Lei Jun's Sidekick, smiled, and spoke with a hint of superiority.

“Student Lin Xiaoya, we are analyzing this rationally. The favorite to win the Table Tennis women's group is definitely Zhao Xue; there's almost no suspense. Zhao Xue is a National Second-Level Athlete, won third place in the City Youth Table Tennis Championship Women's Singles in her second year of junior high, and was also the high school team's main player, having received professional training.”

“Student Lei Jun is excellent, but every profession has its specialization. In Table Tennis, the gap compared to Zhao Xue is still very obvious.”

Lin Xiaoya didn't care about National Second-Level Athletes or competition experience!

In her heart, Lei Jun was omnipotent!

Flying a plane through a thunderstorm, bungee jumping without batting an eye, counteracting criminals while diving, having ridiculously good fighting skills, and possessing Photographic Memory... What's the big deal if a Sister Lei like that wins a Table Tennis championship?

Isn't that just natural?

“What obvious or not obvious! That's because you don't understand Sister Lei!” Lin Xiaoya said angrily, “If Sister Lei wants to do something, she can definitely do it! I believe Sister Lei will definitely win the championship!”

As soon as she said that, several girls around couldn't help but laugh, carrying a hint of mockery.

“Oh my, Lin Xiaoya, you really have a blind adoration for Lei Jun!” a short-haired girl said with a laugh. “She's amazing, but she's not an Omnipotent God!”

“Exactly,” another long-haired girl interjected. “If it were a beauty pageant, Lei Jun would definitely be the champion; we admit that. But Table Tennis? Forget it. Never mind the championship, I'd think it was luck if she made it into the top eight.”

“Lin Xiaoya, you couldn't possibly be Lei Jun's 'Brain-Dead Fan', could you? Why are you speaking so absolutely?” another girl teased.

Lin Xiaoya's face turned red from their laughter, both from anger and anxiety. “You... are you all speaking so absolutely? Aren't you afraid that my Sister Lei will actually win the championship and slap you in the face?”

“Slap us in the face?” The short-haired girl laughed even harder. “Fine, if Lei Jun really wins the women's Table Tennis championship, I... I'll eat the table in front of me!”

The long-haired girl also got excited: “Then I'll eat the chair!”

They simply didn't believe Lei Jun could win the championship.

Lin Xiaoya looked at their confident expressions, furious, her small chest heaving: “Fine! You said it! Don't go back on your word when the time comes!”