Exquisite carving
Upon entering, Xiang Zhixing immediately spotted Shen Muwei.
There were quite a few people watching the badminton matches today, but the men's basketball preliminaries were being held next door, and the venue there was bustling with activity, making the badminton courts seem rather desolate.
However, compared to other sports, badminton matches already attract a relatively large number of spectators.
The competition hadn't started yet, and many people hadn't even taken their seats, when new spectators came in looking for seats.
Despite the many people around him, he stared intently at Shen Muwei and walked towards her step by step.
Qian Eryun coughed softly: "Ahem, your sparring partner is here. How come I never noticed before that this kid is actually quite handsome?"
Zhao Ranzhu: "Huh? That's strange, it seems so. I remember he looked lifeless and weak before, when did he become so strong? His complexion also seems much better."
Shen Muwei raised her chin slightly and said, "Yes, I'm amazing, right? I trained him. It hasn't been long, but the training results are remarkable. With just a little exercise, he looks quite different."
She was proud of her achievement, looking at him as if he were a carefully sculpted work of art.
It was quite hot inside the venue, whether from the temperature or from Shen Muwei's intense gaze. In any case, it got hotter the further they went in, and even their cheeks gradually flushed.
Without realizing it, his right hand rolled up the long sleeve of his left shirt, and his left hand did the same.
Shen Muwei was also surprised by the muscle definition on his arms. How come she hadn't noticed it before?
When the man approached, he immediately exuded a masculine aura. Qian Eryun was short, a few millimeters short of 1.6 meters. She tilted her head to the side, and the man's height made her feel intimidated.
Silently slipped away from Zhao Ranzhu and stood next to her, secretly relieved.
Shen Muwei pinched his arm; it was quite hard.
"When did you develop such well-developed muscles?"
Xiang Zhixing almost answered, "Every moment you treated me like a dog, running me around the field."
"Just for this period of time," he answered honestly.
"See that? See that? It's all thanks to me!" she excitedly boasted to her roommate.
Zhao Ranzhu looked helpless and could only nod in agreement.
Without much small talk, the competition was about to begin. Qian Eryun chose to stay behind and, during the break, handed Shen Muwei water and wiped her sweat. Zhao Ranzhu and Xiang Zhixing were invited to the audience seats.
Xiang Zhixing belatedly realized that he had inexplicably ended up sitting in the same row as Zhao Ranzhu watching the game, but it seemed that he couldn't leave now that he was already seated.
Shen Muwei has an upright posture, clean and powerful movements, and her body bounces lightly when she catches the ball, with tight and smooth leg muscle lines.
A powerful physique is currently sweating it out on the field.
She took the initiative right from the start without any doubt.
In the audience, Zhao Ranzhu sat with her arms crossed, leaning back in her chair, while Xiang Zhixing leaned forward slightly, sitting casually yet somewhat formally. Zhao Ranzhu could tell he was a little nervous.
Zhao Ranzhu had been observing Xiang Zhixing for a long time. She would not interfere in the affairs between the two of them without permission. Although she was not very satisfied with Xiang Zhixing, she had gradually developed an appreciation for him over time.
While Shen Muwei was unaware, she had been scrutinizing Xiang Zhixing, so naturally she saw things more clearly than Shen Muwei.
She noticed that Xiang Zhixing was actually depraved, but Shen Muwei's appearance brought him back to life.
She has always been very observant, especially since she always looks worried, which is a stark contrast to the carefree person on the field.
Even so, she still felt disgusted by his deceitful behavior.
Zhao Ranzhu sat up straighter. The competition venue was very quiet, with only the sound of sports shoes rubbing against the court and the hollow sound of rackets hitting badminton shuttlecocks echoing throughout the grand venue.
I couldn't resist moving forward a bit, ending up at the same level as Xiang Zhixing.
"Do you think she can win?" There's no doubt about that. Although the opponent played well and the score was close, even someone who doesn't know much about the game could see that Shen Muwei was much stronger.
Xiang Zhixing chuckled softly and asked her in return, "You don't trust her?"
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Zhao Ranzhu, his eyes revealing an easily exposed pride.
How could she not believe her? Of course, she believed her the most. But being questioned by Xiang Zhixing like this, she felt as if he had kicked her in the knee, leaving her speechless.
She didn't speak, and after a moment of silence, she whispered, "Then when will you tell her what's going on?"
Xiang Zhixing felt as if his heart had been suddenly gripped, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
The two looked at each other silently, their eyes filled with disdain.
Cheers erupted on the court as Shen Muwei scored 21 points, and the game entered a break.
The cheers pulled the two back to reality and gave Xiang Zhixing a moment to catch his breath. He took the opportunity to turn and look at Shen Muwei.
Shen Muwei jogged to the side and was talking to Qian Eryun.
Perhaps because she was praised, she smiled, nodded, and tilted her head back to drink water.
When she looked up, she didn't forget to look for Xiang Zhixing and Zhao Ranzhu in the audience.
After finishing her water, she whispered something to Qian Eryun, and both of them looked up at her. Shen Muwei raised her hand and waved to them, a carefree smile on her face.
He took a deep breath, momentarily stunned. Zhao Ranzhu, standing beside him, smiled at Shen Muwei and waved back. She didn't open her mouth wide, but whispered, "Wave."
Xiang Zhixing then came to his senses and joined in the waving.
The break was short, and the game resumed quickly.
The opposing team was clearly exhausted, making repeated mistakes and becoming increasingly anxious and frustrated as the game progressed. The outcome of the match was no longer in doubt.
Xiang Zhixing watched her leaping and swinging racket, his heart still unsettled. The lights in the stadium seemed familiar, yet they also stirred his blood. The cheers for Shen Muwei made his heart pound erratically.
Dry mouth and throat.
He turned to Zhao Ranzhu and said, "It seems there's no suspense anymore. I'm going to buy some water."
After saying that, he got up and walked towards the exit.
Zhao Ranzhu's gaze fell to the bottle of purified water that he had just drunk from next to his seat. He had only drunk half of the water, leaving half of it. Why did he buy water?
Xiang Zhixing felt increasingly breathless, and with one hand he gripped the cold doorknob and opened it forcefully.
Contrary to his expectations, the sun was not shining brightly. The sky had darkened at some point, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, it started to rain. There were wet footprints and water droplets on the corridor floor.
When he saw the transparent rain lines outside the window, he inhaled the dampness in the air, and his heart began to ache as well.
He stood at the door for a while. Someone bought a drink and wanted to go in. Seeing him blocking the doorway, the person called out to him hesitantly. Only then did he come to his senses and make way for the person.
There were always people walking in the corridor.
Just then, someone came out of the basketball court next door. The moment the door opened, Xiang Zhixing heard the sound of sneakers rubbing against the ground and the cheers of the crowd coming from inside.
The sound was different from that of a badminton court; it was clearly more exciting.
He swallowed hard, watching the two boys slowly walk towards him, commenting on the highlights of the game they had just played.
He vaguely remembered why he had come out: he was going to buy water.
Walking a little further, there was a vending machine. He stared blankly at the colorfully packaged snacks and drinks inside the white vending machine, and suddenly lost his composure.
He didn't know how much time had passed when someone slowly approached, but he was oblivious, staring blankly at the machine in front of him.
"Um... are you going to buy it or not? I want to buy it."
I'm spacing out again...
Xiang Zhixing glanced at the other person, who was wearing a basketball uniform, black and white, the school team's uniform, which he recognized.
He bent down, squatted down, took four bottles of drinks, and prepared to leave.
To everyone's surprise, number 16 suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?" and then said, "You look so familiar..."
Xiang Zhixing stopped and turned around. The man narrowed his eyes in surprise and said, "You're Xiang Zhixing, aren't you!"
“Yes,” he replied, then asked, “Is there something you need?”
"You're the one! I know you, you, you, why didn't you play basketball anymore?"
On the 16th, I dug out information about Xiang Zhixing from the depths of my memory, but perhaps I was too shocked to see him in person. For a moment, I forgot that I was stammering and only managed to throw out the key questions.
Why don't you play ball anymore?
Xiang Zhixing ran away as if fleeing, as if the number 16 and the vending machine behind him were devouring him.
Shen Muwei is 18.
Shen Muwei is going to win this round again.
This time, he didn't choose to return to his seat in the stands, but instead stood quietly a little further back, watching Shen Muwei swing his racket.
Not long after, Shen Muwei scored another 21 points.
There's no need to continue. According to the rules, it's best two out of three. Shen Muwei scored 21 points in both games, so she has already won.
This was within Shen Muwei's expectations. Without that kind of arrogant joy, she shook hands with her opponent and slowly walked over to Qian Eryun.
Xiang Zhixing slowly walked forward and handed her the sports drink he had just bought.
"Have this."
Shen Muwei was sweating profusely, her cheeks glowing with healthy color, and her lips, red like cherries, were frequently licked from thirst.
She took it, thanked him, unscrewed the cap, and tilted her head back to drink.
Qian Eryun seemed unhappy that this person had stolen her thunder. She secretly pouted, turned her head to the side, rolled her eyes silently, and cursed him in her heart as a show-off.
Unexpectedly, he handed her another bottle of Assam. Seeing that Qian Eryun was looking up at the sky, down at the ground, and at Chen Muwei without looking at him, he moved the bottle forward and touched her hand with the bottle.
Qian Eryun pointed to his nose in surprise: "Give it to me?"
Xiang Zhixing nodded.
Qian Eryun instantly felt like she had found her original place. She looked the other person up and down and took the drink.
Okay, okay, at least they have some conscience and know how to bribe us.
Zhao Ranzhu also came down from the audience seats and casually took the drink that Xiang Zhixing handed her.
The group stood there chatting for a while.
The referee over there was directing the students to pack up their things, and then came over to talk to Shen Muwei.
Qian Eryun silently stepped aside. This teacher was her volleyball elective teacher. She was uncoordinated and not good at sports. The teacher had put in a lot of effort to teach her so that she could pass, giving her extra help in every class. As a result, Qian Eryun now gets PTSD whenever she sees volleyball or this teacher.
"Teacher Hu," Shen Muwei greeted him.
Hu Zhiyong chuckled: "You've got no suspense here. I said you'd definitely win today even before the match started. You played beautifully just now, very easily, right?"
"Thank you, Teacher Hu. I think I performed as expected."
"Alright, then I won't disturb your conversation."
As Hu Zhiyong was about to leave after speaking, he saw Qian Eryun hiding behind Zhao Ranzhu and called out, "Qian Eryun?"
Knowing he couldn't avoid it, Qian Eryun's mournful face quickly changed, first showing surprise: "Oh? Teacher Hu, you're here too?"
Then she laughed: "Oh my god, I didn't even realize it was you. I was watching my roommate's game the whole time."
She had actually noticed him a long time ago, but she was pretending not to see him.
Hu Zhiyong didn't expose her, but smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries with her, telling her to pay attention to her health, before going to the office next door.
A while ago, Xiang Zhixing accompanied Shen Muwei to practice, and after each session, he would clean out Shen Muwei's racket bag.
At first, Shen Muwei was polite to him, but after realizing that he did this every time, she couldn't be bothered to care anymore.
While the three of them were talking, Xiang Zhixing had already silently taken the racket from Shen Muwei and went to the side to help her pack her things.
He quickly walked over with his bag on his back: "What do you want to eat tonight? It's on me, let's celebrate."
He said this with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, looking at Shen Muwei.
During this time, they developed a magical tacit understanding, which was sometimes unconscious, at least for Shen Muwei.
For example, when Shen Muwei is looking at her phone, she will unconsciously hand something to the side. At this time, Xiang Zhixing will usually take it and do whatever she needs, whether it's tearing open a package, twisting a bottle cap, repackaging the package, or tightening the cap. Shen Muwei doesn't need to say anything; he will do it to her satisfaction.
Shen Muwei didn't find it strange. But her roommates didn't often spend time with the two of them, and this was the first time they had seen such a scene. The two girls next to her had their mouths wide open.
Shen Muwei casually replied, "Okay, but I might need to go back and take a shower first."
"Okay, what would you like to eat? I'll go to the restaurant first and wait for you to order."
Finally, the four of them went to eat braised pot together at a very popular restaurant outside the school.
After Xiang Zhixing left first, Zhao Ranzhu grabbed Shen Muwei and asked, "What's the situation between you two now?"
Shen Muwei was full of questions: "What?"
"So... are you two talking?"
Shen Muwei vaguely guessed what the other party meant by "talk," but she wasn't sure and asked in alarm, "What? What? Talk about what?"
After a brief silence among the three, Shen Muwei's heart skipped a beat.
"Wow, don't scare me, saying things like that is really terrifying."
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