Zheng Yi hadn't actually discovered his ex-girlfriend.

But as Ji Qingqian arrived, Qiao Sinian took his seat, and Pan Pan and the others gathered over there.

Zheng Yi couldn't help but glance over there a couple of times.

And so, through the gap between the two-hundred-pound boy, he saw that familiar face.

Zheng Yi was stunned for a moment, then gave a cold laugh.

More than a month has passed since he broke up with Ma Jiaojiao.

He was still somewhat dazed when Ma Jiaojiao suddenly deleted him that day.

Zheng Yi has known Ma Jiaojiao for quite some time and has a good understanding of her personality.

He originally thought he could easily control it, and even adopted a very precise strategy of giving a big stick followed by a sweet treat...

When Ma Jiaojiao first came to apologize to him because of the barbecue restaurant incident, he initially gave her the silent treatment.

After Ma Jiaojiao sent him milk tea for several days without success, he finally met with her one day, giving her the illusion that "maybe we can make up," and then subjected her to cold violence for no reason.

Zheng Yi believed that after repeating this process, he could break the girl's mind and make her obey him completely.

However, this plan was actually implemented quite successfully.

But for some reason, something went wrong halfway through—to this day, Zheng Yi still doesn't understand what happened back then.

"What a coincidence..."

Zheng Yi murmured to himself, "I never expected to run into her here."

So, she must have come to cheer on her roommate, Ji Qingqian's boyfriend.

It's really quite funny...

Zheng Yi twitched his lips and couldn't help but laugh, "It's really ridiculous. Some people travel all the way from Jiangda University to cheer for others, but they can't even get to play—"

He emphasized the volume of the last sentence.

Although not everyone here heard it clearly, those closest to Wen Yuan, Hao Zhangwen, and others did hear it.

Wen Yuan tugged at his boss's sleeve.

Pan Pan: ...?

Wen Yuan: "Someone over there is calling you an idiot."

Pan Pan: ! ?

Wen Yuan had barely finished speaking.

After a timeout was called on the court, then:

"Request a replacement!"

Lu Yibei tightened his shoelaces, stood up, put his hands inside his athletic shorts, and walked onto the court.

He smiled at the former number 7 point guard:

"Thanks for your hard work."

The point guard smiled wearily and said, "Brother Bei, it's up to you now."

"Try your best."

As Lu Yibei walked towards his half of the field, Zheng Yi in the audience narrowed his eyes slightly, then gave a cold smile.

Substitute... Ha.

Before he could even sneer inwardly, a burst of hearty laughter rang out from Ma Jiaojiao's end:

"Hahahaha! There's a saying that good food is worth waiting for. Some people are destined to only eat pre-cooked meals their whole lives!"

The laughter was quite pleasant to read, but the words that followed were forceful and resounding.

Zheng Yi: !?

He looked over and saw that it was that short guy from the anime club with whom he had a previous feud speaking.

He didn't look in his direction, but instead asked the fat man beside him who was almost blocking Ma Jiaojiao's view:

"Do you understand, Fatty?"

The fat man didn't speak, so Wen Yuan chimed in:

"Nonsense!"

Zhao Sun: ?

He had never been acquainted with anyone from the Ancient Style Society, and he didn't know why this guy was responding to him.

"Maybe people are eating shit," Wen Yuan said.

Zhao Sun: ...

Even he was taken aback when he heard those words.

Wen Yuan asked in a low voice:

Who is that guy?

Zhao Xun asked, somewhat puzzled, "...You don't recognize him?"

Why would someone who doesn't even know someone speak up for them?

Are all the members of the Ancient Style Society this loyal and righteous?

"I don't know him."

Wen Yuan shook his head: "But it seems he's discovered a secret about our Ancient Style Society..."

Ma Jiaojiao was initially somewhat uneasy while listening to Zheng Yi speak, but after hearing Wen Yuan's words, she couldn't help but ask:

"What secret?"

Wen Yuan spoke softly but seriously:

"Actually, the president of our Ancient Style Society is a bit questionable—hey hey hey."

"—Wen Yuan!!"

Wen Yuan's Achilles' heel—his ears—was seized by the little bread-loving senior student beside him!

Zheng Yi clicked his tongue and continued looking at the field.

The guy who just came on was actually guarding number 4!

Zheng Yi plays basketball occasionally; his skills are average, but he can still understand the situation on the court.

Number 4 is the captain and the core of the entire team.

For the first five minutes, it was basically a battle of wits between player number 4 and player number 11 from the Computer Science basketball team.

Hey, beat him to a pulp!

Zheng Yi thought viciously to himself, his eyebrows raised in mockery and disdain.

…

"I'll guard him."

Lu Yibei patted Qiu Cifeng on the back.

Qiu Cifeng glanced at him:

"Difficult to defend against."

"That's why I'm here to defend," Lu Yibei said.

Qiu Cifeng and Lu Yibei locked eyes again:

"If you can't defend against it, it's my turn."

Rather than discussing tactics, this guy was issuing an ultimatum to Lu Yibei.

—If you can't defend, then it'll be my turn to defend.

Lu Yibei smiled and nodded.

Although they hadn't spent much time together and didn't know each other well, Lu Yibei felt that the kid's agreement to switch shifts must have genuinely taken his physical condition into consideration.

The substitution has ended.

The game has restarted.

He Lin dribbled the ball to the top of the arc, watching Lu Yibei, who had bent his knees and lowered his center of gravity, standing in front of him:

"They changed the person?"

"right."

"I haven't seen you much."

"Not famous."

Be careful.

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