Chapter 3 Loss of Points "Go back and practice some more, you chicken princess."...
In the afternoon, we played tennis during PE class.
Qin Man was changing clothes in the dressing room.
Pei Shiyu, who was next to her, had already changed and was applying sunscreen in front of the mirror.
Pei Shiyu looked at Qin Man through the mirror and saw her applying large amounts of expensive sunscreen to her body.
The school-issued sportswear was very eye-catching on Qin Man.
She has a great figure, fair and radiant skin, a classic oval face, delicate features, and particularly bright and charming eyes that can captivate most people at first glance.
When Pei Shiyi first entered high school, she thought Qin Man was the kind of obedient girl who was easy to bully. After a few encounters, she discovered that Qin Man was the kind of person she hated the most.
She is willful, spoiled by her family, arrogant, and extremely hypocritical.
However, Qin Man's family was extremely wealthy, and she was excessively beautiful, making her a popular figure at school. Pei Shiyu naturally became friendly with her, basking in Qin Man's fame.
Because she couldn't stand Qin Man, Pei Shiyu naturally paid more attention to her every day.
She was aware of Qin Man's subtle emotional changes.
Pei Shiyu put down the sunscreen in her hand, turned to Qin Man and said, "Let me help you with the areas on your back that I can't reach."
Qin Man limped along her arm for a long time but couldn't get the smear evenly. She glanced at Pei Shiyu and uttered two words: "No need."
She's starting to feel a bit resistant to Pei Shiyu.
"Qin Man, what's wrong?" Pei Shiyu put on an innocent expression. "What did I do to offend you? You've hardly spoken to me lately."
Qin Man paused in her oiling motion; in the past, she would have been able to face someone like Pei Shiyu with composure.
But now she doesn't want to have too much contact with them.
"no."
Qin Man uttered two words and then fell silent.
Pei Shiyu didn't get an explanation from her, picked up her keys and stood up, "Fine, then you can apply it yourself slowly."
After Pei Shiyu left, Qin Man was left alone in the locker room.
She walked to the dressing mirror and looked at herself again, noticing a pimple on her forehead, probably from not sleeping well lately.
Qin Man pulled her sun hat down to cover the pimple, then pushed open the door and went out.
The sun was shining brightly, and Qin Man spotted Jiang Xuchi at a glance.
He was already standing in the center of the field, warming up.
Under the blazing sun, he wore a white striped short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and the baseball cap seemed to be embedded in his forehead, pressing down the stray hairs on his forehead and covering his narrow eyes.
His exposed forearms and calves had smooth muscle lines, and his skin was so good that it seemed to glow in the sunlight. He looked like a professionally retouched advertisement just by standing there.
Qin Man finally understood: a noble air does indeed have a beneficial effect on one's appearance.
She stood as far away from Jiang Xuchi as she warmed up, carrying her racket, until the coach told them to disperse and practice on their own.
Almost all the students gathered around Jiang Xuchi, wanting to invite him to be their friend.
In just half a day, Jiang Xuchi completely integrated into the class and even became a hot commodity.
Qin Man was idly scrolling through her phone in the corner, holding her racket. When the coach looked over, she didn't try to hide.
Seeing her so blatantly playing on her phone, the coach came over and reprimanded her: "Aren't you practicing? Why are you playing on your phone here? Put it in the locker!"
"Coach, I don't have anyone with me." Qin Man pointed to Jiang Xuchi, who was surrounded by layers of people. "Everyone's over there."
The coach then noticed the chaos over there, and his eyes widened in disbelief. "What kind of behavior is this?!"
He walked over and told everyone to disperse, then looked at Jiang Xuchi and said, "Young man, you look familiar."
After he finished speaking, the coach noticed the student ID on his chest, "...Jiang Xuchi, the recent tennis champion?"
Jiang Xuchi nodded, "Yes."
Qin Man glanced at him with surprise.
The coach smiled and said, "That's perfect. I had a former student who was also a youth tennis champion, Qin Man. She'll play a match against Jiang Xuchi. I'll call Pei Shiyu over for a mixed match."
Qin Man did not want to accept this arrangement.
She lowered her eyes and said, "Coach, I don't want to play."
To be precise, he didn't want to fight Jiang Xuchi, feeling that it would end badly.
The coach glared at her: "Your brother won three championships back in the day."
Qin Chen is a three-time champion of the youth tennis tournament, and he was also a student of this coach. It's just unexpected that after Qin Chen graduated, it's Jiang Xuchi's turn now.
Qin Man: "..."
"Why is the tennis princess getting stage fright?" Pei Shiyu laughed, fanning the flames from the side.
Upon hearing this title, even Jiang Xuchi glanced at Pei Shiyu.
"Tennis Princess" is the title given to Qin Man by the other students in her class. Qin Man is beautiful and plays tennis very well. Although she hasn't reached the level of a professional player, she already has few rivals in the class.
Pei Shiyu's words put her in a high position, making it difficult for her to back down.
Qin Man's face flushed, and she picked up her racket and walked onto the court.
Because of the coach's sudden decision, the whole class gathered around to watch the four of them play.
Qin Man suddenly felt that the tennis racket in her hand had become heavy.
She comforted herself, thinking there was nothing to be nervous about, after all, she had been abused and beaten by Qin Chen since she was a child.
Just another tennis tournament championship.
Qin Man walked to this side of the net and looked at Jiang Xuchi on the other side through the net.
Her palms immediately became sweaty.
It was simply because Jiang Xuchi's sharp gaze was impossible to ignore.
From the moment she stepped onto the court—no, from the moment she pushed open the locker room door and walked onto the court—that faint, yet persistent gaze had been fixed on her.
She looked up and caught his undisguised gaze.
Jiang Xuchi kept his eyes on her the whole time.
Like a hunter watching its prey, waiting to see when she will fall into the trap.
The tennis courts in Xilai are large and beautiful. Each court is separated by wire mesh, surrounded by a red plastic running track, and the outermost edge is planted with sycamore trees, making it stylish and attractive.
Students gathered outside the barbed wire fence, some out of curiosity about the new student, and others specifically to see Qin Man's antics.
Jiang Xuchi quickly served the ball.
Qin Man caught it with great difficulty. She had regained her touch in an instant and had a vague feeling that Jiang Xuchi was definitely targeting her in this match.
Intuition is always right.
Every ball Jiang Xuchi hit was aimed at her.
The speed was very fast, and each shot was hit at a tricky angle, yet it was an angle that Qin Man could reach with just a little effort.
If his skill level is far superior to Qin Man's, then Qin Man can simply lie down and let herself be mocked, regardless of whether she can handle it or not.
But to his surprise, Qin Man was able to catch the ball every time he hit it.
After a while, Qin Man started to get the feeling that his skill level was just so-so.
She would naturally give it her all, running all over the field to catch a ball.
Qin Man kept her eyes glued to the ball's movement, thinking it would fly to the right.
However, she misjudged the situation, and the ball flew to the other side before even the coach could react.
We lost points.
The moment the ball bounced off the ground, she saw Jiang Xuchi's expression under the brim of his hat.
He handled it with ease, as if he were watching a play.
Whistles rang out from the sidelines, and some students were loudly jeering.
After repeating this routine several times, Qin Man gradually figured out how to use it.
She was played for a fool by Jiang Xuchi.
Just like fishing, you can't reel in the line all at once. You have to give the fish time to escape, then slowly reel it in, then let it out again, and finally scoop it up with a handful.
Jiang Xuchi first played a kite-flying game with her to exhaust her energy until she was completely worn out, and then used a finishing shot to make her catch the air.
How shameless!
Qin Man gritted her teeth; this person's ball control was simply astonishing.
The score was 7-1 in the end, with one point coming from a shot the coach couldn't bear to save.
All the students could see clearly that Qin Man, who was once known as the tennis princess, was utterly humiliated by Jiang Xuchi.
Qin Man was so angry that she threw her tennis racket and went back to the locker room.
After Qin Man changed her clothes, washed her face, and re-tied her hair, she came out and saw Pei Shiyu standing at the door.
"Here, the coach asked if you want to participate." She held up a form and handed it to Qin Man.
Qin Man glanced at it and saw it was the registration form for the Youth Tennis Tournament.
She had just been thoroughly humiliated by Jiang Xuchi, and now she's being given this competition qualification.
Qin Man's expression immediately turned sour. "What does the coach mean?"
"The coach saw that you and Jiang Xuchi were going evenly matched and praised you for having a good foundation. He wants you to participate in mixed martial arts matches with Jiang Xuchi," Pei Shiyu said.
The fight was evenly matched.
Where do you see that she had a back-and-forth battle? Wasn't it just a one-sided stomp on the weak?
When Pei Shiyu saw that Qin Man didn't answer, she asked her, "You really don't want to participate?"
"In no mood."
“Alright then,” Pei Shiyu folded the registration form and put it in her pocket, then suddenly asked, “Do you know Jiang Xuchi?”
All the students could see how much Jiang Xuchi was targeting her on the field.
Qin Man did not answer.
"When he's playing basketball, he doesn't even notice anyone else." Pei Shiyu asked curiously, "Did you offend him before?"
Qin Man wasn't in the mood for idle chatter. "Just take it as that."
After Qin Man left, Pei Shiyu returned to the sidelines. All the other students had already gone back to their classrooms, and the coach was standing there chatting with Jiang Xuchi.
Seeing Pei Shiyu return alone, the coach understood: "She still refuses to participate?"
Pei Shiyu nodded.
"And what about you?" the coach asked. "In the next tennis tournament, you and Jiang Xuchi will participate in the mixed doubles."
Pei Shiyu didn't agree immediately; she glanced at Jiang Xuchi.
Jiang Xuchi was facing away from her, tilting his head back to drink water.
Putting aside the new classmate's impressive background, he was incredibly handsome.
His features were striking and defined beneath the brim of his hat. The veins on his forearms, bulging from the game, hadn't faded yet, and a glimpse of his abs was faintly visible. His physique was simply exceptional among his peers. No wonder the girls outside the fence were screaming for him.
Pei Shiyu told the coach, "I'll participate."
Qin Man is such a fool, ignoring such a great opportunity to feast her eyes.
After filling out the form, she handed the pen to Jiang Xuchi and gave him a sweet smile, "New classmate, want to add each other on WeChat?"
After saying that, she thoughtfully handed the phone to the other person.
Jiang Xuchi tightened the bottle cap, the heat emanating from his body still making his blood boil. He hadn't felt this excited in a long time, and his nerves still lingered with pleasure. Hearing the girl next to him call him, he lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the QR code handed to him.
Afraid he would refuse, Pei Shiyu called out, "Teammate?"
Jiang Xu didn't refuse her request and added her as a friend without saying a word.
After Pei Shiyu accepted the request, she continued, "Then I'll add you to the class group chat."
Jiang Xuchi had already packed away his tennis racket, slung it over his back, and raised an eyebrow at her, "Whatever."
After he left, Pei Shiyu remained standing in the same spot.
Over the years, she's dated so many boyfriends, but suddenly meeting this exciting one almost made her feel like she was back in her naive teenage years.
She was reluctant to admit it, but her heart was pounding after just two sentences from Jiang Xuchi.
...
Qin Man had just sat down in the classroom when Jiang Xuchi returned shortly after.
He had a bag slung over one shoulder, his hands in his pockets, and a group of laughing and joking boys and girls following behind him, all chatting about the tennis match that had just taken place.
Qin Man didn't want to listen, but when Xi Yue mentioned that even the tennis princess was defeated, she couldn't help but look over.
Xi Yue noticed Qin Man looking at him, whistled, and teased, "Hey, tennis princess, how does it feel to lose?"
Qin Man rolled her eyes at him.
Xi Yue was the most mischievous boy in the class, with a wicked personality to the core, so she couldn't be bothered with him.
Xi Yue seemed to enjoy it, and bumped Jiang Xuchi's shoulder, "Look, she's been bullied so badly by you that her eyes are red."
Jiang Xuchi, with his hands in his pockets, smiled upon hearing this.
The feeling was very subtle.
Jiang Xuchi seems to have perfectly become a member of the group, while Qin Man is slowly being squeezed out by them.
Since that encounter at the convenience store, Jiang Xuchi hasn't said a single word to her.
But every time I look at him, his eyes are filled with the same disdain, which infuriates me.
So just as he was about to brush past her shoulder and walk away, Qin Man suddenly called out to him: "Jiang Xuchi, are you having fun torturing me?"
Jiang Xuchi stopped and turned to look at her.
Qin Man sat there, looking up to see his sharp Adam's apple and his jet-black eyes under the brim of his hat.
For a moment, she felt a pang of regret.
He replied in a low voice, "You're so bad, it's no fun playing."
"You—" Qin Man was stunned by his arrogance.
Jiang Xuchi curled his lips, a faint sneer on his face, "Go back and practice some more, you chicken princess."
After he finished speaking, Xi Yue burst into laughter behind him.
I simply can't stand this feeling.
She grew up surrounded by admirers and always treated others with arrogance.
Now that her halo is fading, she is afraid that others will discover that she is already rotten and hollow inside. Some things can be covered up by bluffing, but she can't bear this humiliation right now.
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