Yi Ci: “How many questions do you have left?”
Zhong Ziang: “How many do you have left?”
Yi Ci: “You say it first.”
Zhong Ziang: “You say it first.”
Yi Ci: “…Two.”
Zhong Ziang: “Oh.” D*mn! He still had five, six, seven, maybe even eight questions left…
Before long, with Jiang Fuyue’s help, Yi Ci finished his.
Zhong Ziang: “Uh…can I take it back to finish?”
Jiang Fuyue asked, “Do you know how to do it?”
“Ahem…” Zhong Ziang’s face flushed. “N-not really.”
“Then what’s the point of taking it back?”
Zhong Ziang blurted out, “I could ask my uncle!”
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow, recalling Xie Dingyuan’s aloof, detached-from-the-world face. “Are you sure?”
Zhong Ziang: “…” Not sure.
He could already picture Xie Dingyuan glancing at the questions and looking at him as if he were a fool.
Ugh! His scalp tingled, and his toes curled with embarrassment.
Jiang Fuyue pointed to the blank space, “Look at this question first…”
At first, Zhong Ziang was half-hearted, but the girl’s voice was calm and soothing, like a gentle stream flowing by. Before he realized it, he was fully engaged.
As formulas appeared one by one and calculations followed, Zhong Ziang had never felt so capable!
When he completed the last answer and saw Jiang Fuyue nod in confirmation, he suddenly felt that games and TV couldn’t compare to this!
“I got it right? I really got it right?”
“Yes.”
Zhong Ziang was so happy he jumped in place, his figure full of youthful energy in the sunlight.
Yi Ci looked at him in disdain, muttering, “Idiot.”
It was just a correct answer. He’d gotten it right too; what was there to brag about?
That’s what he thought, but his foot tapped against the ground, feeling pleased.
Yeah, he wasn’t proud at all.
If he was, it was just because that fool Zhong Ziang had rubbed off on him.
With a swift kick, he sent the basketball flying into the air, caught it expertly, and spun it on one finger with a flourish. Glancing at them, he said, “Want to play a round?”
Zhong Ziang: “Bring it on! I’ll take you down!”
Both boys looked at Jiang Fuyue.
She shrugged nonchalantly, “Sure.”
She was in her school uniform today. Taking off the jacket, she was left in just a T-shirt. While not as eye-catching as a tank top, her fair arms, long neck, and beautifully shaped collarbone were still visible.
A subtle citrus scent drifted through the air, inevitably reaching Yi Ci, whose face instantly flushed as he looked away, glancing but not daring to look directly.
Zhong Ziang took a quick, sharp breath, his gaze warming with interest but quickly reined in, throwing a sharp glare at Yi Ci—keep looking, and I’ll twist your head off!
Originally avoiding looking, Yi Ci was now provoked and looked even more deliberately.
A slender waist, long legs—everything about her was flawless.
Zhong Ziang couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed the ball from Yi Ci’s hands and threw it straight at him.
Yi Ci snapped out of it, rubbing his sore chest and retaliating with a throw of his own.
Zhong Ziang sidestepped but wasn’t fast enough. The ball grazed his cheek, leaving a burning sensation where it had hit. “D*mn! If you want to fight, just say so!”
He picked up the ball, angrily tossing it back, but Jiang Fuyue intercepted it mid-air with a graceful leap.
With the ball now in her hands, her cool gaze swept over the two of them. “Are you here to play or to fight?”
Yi Ci turned away with a cold huff.
Zhong Ziang also let out a loud grunt.
Jiang Fuyue asked, “Are we playing or not?”
They both replied simultaneously, “Playing!”
What followed was an interesting battle…
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