It’s Bai Zhiye!
Bai Zhiye had already rushed to the sidelines without anyone noticing! At the moment when the No. 2 Middle School substitute bumped into Ye Qingliu and his body leaned forward due to the reaction force, Bai Zhiye stretched out his foot accurately and lightly hooked his ankle seemingly casually!
"Ah!" The player tripped and fell face first into the mud! He screamed miserably! He struggled to get up, his ankle in great pain, clearly sprained.
Bai Zhiye immediately supported Ye Qingliu's arm, his face full of anxious concern: "Qingliu! How are you? Where are you hurt?"
Her voice was still gentle, as if it wasn't her who had the sharp eyes and ruthless actions just now.
Ye Qingliu stood firm, looked at Bai Zhiye's worried face, and shook his head: "It's okay."
He glanced at the players wailing on the ground, then looked at Bai Zhiye, a hint of understanding and warmth flashing across his gray-blue eyes.
The referee rushed over and without hesitation gave the No. 2 Middle School substitute a power grab foul (expulsion) for maliciously injuring the opponent! The game completely lost its suspense.
"Well done!" Hua Jinyue jumped up and cheered.
Ye Fanshuang looked at Bai Zhiye holding Ye Qingliu's arm with a complicated look in his eyes. He snorted coldly and sat back.
Ning Xiwan saw it clearly and couldn't help but burst out laughing. She whispered to Duan Shuce, "Did you see that? Don't mess with my daughter-in-law. She looks gentle, but she's really ruthless!"
Duan Shuce was also amused: "He's a tough guy!"
The final whistle blows! 89:70! No. 1 Middle School wins big and takes the championship!
The stadium transformed into a boiling blue ocean! The cheers were deafening! The players excitedly hugged each other and threw their coach high into the air!
Ye Qingliu was surrounded by his excited teammates, and a relieved, youthful smile appeared on his usually cold face.
Sweat soaked his forehead hair, which stuck to his smooth forehead. His gray-blue eyes were surprisingly bright in the noise of victory.
While dealing with hugs and pats from his teammates, his gaze penetrated the revelry crowd and was cast accurately at the audience.
He saw his sister Hua Jinyue, whose face was flushed with excitement and who was waving her hands desperately.
He saw Bai Zhiye standing on the sidelines, looking at him with a gentle and proud smile.
He saw Ye Fanshuang sitting in the VIP seat diagonally opposite, with his arms folded, a complicated look in his eyes, but he finally nodded slightly.
Finally, his gaze fell on Ning Xiwan.
Across the noisy crowd and bright lights, Ning Xiwan was smiling and waving at him vigorously. Her maple-red sweater was particularly eye-catching, and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with pure joy, pride, and a hint of... the satisfaction of an old mother.
The smile on Ye Qingliu's face seemed to deepen for a moment, and he nodded to her very slightly.
At this moment, a big hand covered in sweat and heat suddenly reached out and firmly grasped Ning Xiwan's wrist.
"Wanwan, let's go!" Duan Shuce's voice rang in his ears, with unquestionable dominance, "Son, you've finished your work, it's time to go home with Dad! If you keep watching, I'm afraid someone will be so jealous that they'll overturn the Pacific Ocean!"
Without saying anything, he pulled Ning Xiwan, who was still immersed in the mood of "my son is awesome", and squeezed towards the exit against the flow of revelers.
Ning Xiwan was dragged away, feeling both amused and helpless. She turned back to take one last look at the field. Ye Qingliu had been hoisted high on the shoulders of his excited teammates.
There was a glow of victory on his face, and his eyes seemed to follow the direction they left. His gray-blue eyes reflected the bright lights in the hall, as well as the backs of her and Duan Shuce as they left.
The noisy voices gradually faded behind me, and outside the gymnasium, the crisp air of early winter hit me in the face.
Duan Shuce held her hand, clasping his fingers tightly together, his palms burning hot.
"Hey, Duan Shuce, you're so jealous!" Ning Xiwan complained with a smile, but let him lead her.
Duan Shuce turned around, and the halo of the street lamp outlined his handsome profile and the corners of his mouth with a naughty smile.
"Nonsense," he said confidently, his voice warm in the night, "Who made you my girlfriend? Even my son is not allowed!"
The gentle night stretched the figures of the young man and girl side by side. In the gym behind them, the youthful victories roared with passion; and on the road ahead, they shared a longer and more leisurely time.
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