Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
An Xiaxia went back home, feeling rather depressed.
Papa An had set the table for dinner and was waiting for her with a smile.
“Go wash your hands. Dinner’s ready.”
“Oh…” An Xiaxia went absentmindedly into the bathroom and almost bumped into the wall on her way. Luckily, Chi Yuanfeng came down at that moment and caught her in time. He asked happily, “Xiaxia, are you practicing cheerleading today? Let me help you! Let me!”
An Xiaxia looked even sadder at the mention of that and moaned and sighed when she went to wash her hands, which baffled Chi Yuanfeng.
“What’s gotten into her?”
“Periodic psychosis. You know, that time of the month.” An Yibei offered his dry sarcasm.
An Xiaxia didn’t talk back, which was rather rare for her, and only ate in silence.
Sheng Yize darted her a glance and frowned.
“Weren’t you at the game?” he asked.
“I was… we were slaughtered by Shengyin,” said An Xiaxia indignantly. “That Gu Zichen of Shengyin was so annoying! So what if he’s handsome! Did he have to beat us like that? And that Qi Yanxi! He ditched us at the last minute and didn’t show up for such an important game…”
Sheng Yize chuckled at the familiar name. “You think Qi Yanxi is enough to beat him?”
“Huh?” An Xiaxia was surprised. “Do you know each other?”
“We’ve met, you could say that,” Sheng Yize replied mildly. Seeing the crestfallen look on An Xiaxia’s face, he felt sorry for her. “Do you want to win that much?”
“Of course! Everybody wants their own team to win!!”
Sheng Yize gracefully ate his dinner, but the eyebrow he raised revealed what he was thinking.
“So, can we win if you and Qi Yanxi are both on the team?” An Xiaxia turned her expectant gaze to Sheng Yize.
Sheng Yize snorted. “I’m not going to be his teammate.”
” Sigh , I know. With you wounded and Qi Yanxi absent, how can we possibly win?” An Xiaxia put down her chopsticks hopelessly and drifted toward her room like a ghost.
“We will.” Sheng Yize’s voice rang out behind her. An Xiaxia looked back in bewilderment and heard Sheng Yize repeat what he said. “We’ll win, I promise.”
Despite his quiet voice, there was something very convincing about it.
An Xiaxia was shaken for two seconds before she pouted. “You don’t have to comfort me, sob … I need my Rong Che oppa to cure me…”
Sheng Yize shook his head with resignation.
However, He Jiayu caught what he was implying and frowned. “You’re not playing, are you? Hey, Sheng Yize, this is no laughing matter! Your leg can’t take that much strain…”
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The following day, the school canteen.
An Xiaxia had just gotten her food when Su Xiaomo went up to her happily, dragging Mu Li behind her. “Xiaxia, our fanfiction is finished! I’ve put it up online for pre-orders and we sold hundreds of them just overnight! Hahaha! We’re gonna be rich!”
“Yippee! My pockets will be full again!” An Xiaxia immediately recovered from her gloomy mood from yesterday and smiled widely.
Mu Li barely lifted the corner of her mouth and sat down to have lunch.
They chatted as they ate and the subject naturally turned to the basketball game.
“That bastard Qi Yanxi! I hate him! How could he go AFK at this point!” An Xiaxia jabbed her chopsticks angrily into her rice.
“Exactly! He’d better stay away from me or I’ll push my chopsticks right up his nose!” Su Xiaomo’s bellow sounded murderous.
Mu Li said anxiously, “It’s not what you think. His – his leg was injured… it was really bad…”
“What?”