As Ye Ting stepped onto the Quidditch pitch, screams and cheers erupted around him.
These voices mainly belonged to the girls who had rushed over to cheer him on, despite not having high expectations for Ye Ting, they still gave him their utmost support.
Though mentally mature, Ye Ting couldn't help but feel a bit smug about being treated like a school celebrity, and he was slightly touched by their encouragement.
He waved to the crowds, and the cheers grew louder instantly.
On the training field, Roger approached Ye Ting, carrying two broomsticks.
He threw one to Ye Ting and asked, "How are you feeling? Ready? Need some time to warm up?"
Ye Ting shook his head, declining, "No, let's start the match now."
"Alright then, the match begins now. I'll let you attack first, don't say I'm bullying you later." said Roger with a hint of pride. He mounted his broomstick, picked a random goalpost as his own half, and flew off.
The players around stopped what they were doing. A Chaser tossed the Quaffle towards Ye Ting.
Ye Ting caught it effortlessly, holding the ball firmly without showing any hesitation.
As the players walked off the field, they greeted Ye Ting friendly when passing by.
When it was Cho Chang's turn, she jogged over to Ye Ting in front of everyone, blushed, and whispered in his ear, "Come on, you'll definitely win."
Then she shyly ran away, her slightly innocent charm making Ye Ting's heart flutter.
He seriously doubted whether he'd become a Lolita addict under the temptation of these young witches.
Clearing his mind of distractions, Ye Ting held the Quaffle in one hand and flew to the other goalpost on his broomstick.
He flew around in circles for a bit, getting used to the unfamiliar Broomstick beneath him.
Like Roger's, it was a slightly old "Cleansweep Five" Broomstick. Compared to the Nimbus 2000, the Cleansweep Five wasn't as fast but excelled in its braking system, meaning it was good at speed and direction control.
Soon, Ye Ting became familiar with its capabilities.
Then, he nodded to the referee who had been waiting beside him for some time.
The referee, another Chaser on the team, loudly announced the start of the match.
The two of them flew on their broomsticks, hovering in front of their respective goalposts, staring at each other from afar.
To Roger, Ye Ting seemed too calm, almost unnaturally so.
He thought that Ye Ting, being new to the Quidditch pitch, would be nervous and at a loss like other novices, revealing weaknesses that he could exploit to win easily.
However, the person in front of him was completely unexpected: Instead of being flustered, Ye Ting hovered calmly in front of the goalpost, holding the Quaffle, constantly changing his direction and getting ready to accelerate, as if preparing to attack at any moment.
But the constantly changing trajectory of his broomstick made it impossible for Roger to predict where and in which direction he would go, making it difficult for him to intercept in time.
Impressive, truly a genius.
Roger thought, but he still believed that he could easily win with his experience and skills.
However, the next moment, before Roger could react, Ye Ting suddenly surged forward.
The slowly hovering Ye Ting instantly turned into a lightning bolt, flying towards Roger's goalpost from a bizarre angle.
Based on Roger's experience, he could judge the immense pressure Ye Ting's instant acceleration would put on him, as well as the centrifugal force of the sharp turn, which most young wizards couldn't endure.
What an incredibly talented genius, not only in magic but also in athletic abilities.
He quickly pulled the broomstick handle, turning and accelerating in haste to intercept Ye Ting midway.
But it was too late. Roger could only watch helplessly as Ye Ting soared past him from the top left, rushed into his scoring area, and almost touched the goalpost as he threw the Quaffle into the hoop.
1:0
When the referee announced the score, he couldn't believe it himself.
A newcomer who had never played Quidditch and was riding a Broomstick for only the second time had actually scored a point against their captain.
Were newcomers this strong now?
He doubted his own perceptions of life.
In the stands, all the girls cheered loudly after a moment of silence.
Their male god, Ye Ting, hadn't disappointed them and had actually scored against the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
With this start, even if Ye Ting lost in the end, he would still be honored in defeat.
This single point was enough to prove his talent.
Among them, Hermione and Penelope were especially excited. Even Penelope, usually intellectual and cold, was like a fan, blushing and shouting Ye Ting's name loudly.
Ye Ting's performance was so astonishing that they both felt proud of him.
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