Chapter 288
Xia Yan didn't take the childish provocations seriously, but what was infuriating was that Jiang You didn't reject or avoid their closeness.
"Sister, you can't skip eating vegetables."
Jiang You's face contorted instantly upon hearing this, but Qu Xing remained unmoved and placed some vegetables into her bowl.
The girl reluctantly ate half of it, and then secretly gave the other half to Su Qingbai when Qu Xing wasn't looking.
Su Qingbai ate it in one big, quick bite.
Did Qu Xing really not notice?
If you have to finish a food you hate, and suddenly someone can take half of it from you, all by themselves.
Then you won't care so much about the food you eat that you dislike.
Xia Yan's smile was so faint it was almost invisible, and by the end of the meal, she was practically expressionless.
Jiang You didn't see it, and even if she had, she wouldn't have cared.
The next day is Saturday.
Su Qingbai and Qu Xing were worried about Jiang You being alone at home facing Xia Yan, so they took Jiang You with them to the gymnasium training ground.
Xia Yan seemed to lack emotional intelligence, and insisted on going along.
"The older sister you knew before, and this... her friend, Xia Yan."
Qu Xing placed his arm on Jiang You's head and explained to the boys in front of him.
Xia Yan walked over, lazily brushed the hand off Jiang You's head, and greeted him indifferently, "Hello."
Qu Xing Xiaobai: "......"
This person is shameless. No matter how much they target him, he just ignores them and doesn't care.
It felt like punching a pillow—light and unpleasant.
Sensing the increasingly strange atmosphere, the volleyball team members looked at the alluring and beautiful Xia Yan, then at Jiang You who was covered up tightly, and then at Su Qingbai and Qu Xing.
They greeted us warmly: "Welcome, welcome!!"
At this moment, the coach blew his whistle, signaling Qu Xing Xiaobai to go to the assembly point.
Jiang You watched their departing figures go by.
"They're almost eighteen, right?" Xia Yan's tone didn't reveal much emotion. "Eighteen is a turning point. Their explosive power and reaction speed should be at their peak. If they can't squeeze into the top echelon by then, it will only get harder later."
Sports rely heavily on talent and age; Xia Yan had played ball with her friends.
In the sports industry, to put it nicely, it's about the spirit of relentless struggle and the passion of challenging limits; to put it bluntly, it's a stage built for the rich.
The chips wagered at the gambling table; the operation of capital.
"Capital and sponsors want to see the ultimate spectacle of the underdog winning against the strong, or a crushing victory; no one cares about a hard-working athlete."
Xia Yan's casual comments were practically a direct criticism that Su Qingbai and Qu Xing lacked talent.
He thought that saying this would lessen Jiang You's fondness for them.
After all, people admire the strong.
Xia Yan has tried very hard to understand Youyou's thoughts, but they are not on the same social class, so he will never be able to truly understand her.
Jiang You didn't know if Su Qingbai had any talent. She only saw that his knees were covered in plasters, that his wrists were swollen like steamed buns but he still wrapped them in thick wristbands and continued to practice, and that when his legs trembled from jumping and he could only stand by holding onto the net pole, he looked up at her and smiled brightly.
After losing a match, facing her worried eyes, Su Qingbai smiled and said, "I don't need to compare myself with others. As long as I am better than myself in each training session, as long as I can still jump and touch the ball, it doesn't count as a loss."
Jiang You sat on the steps and looked at Su Qingbai through his sunglasses.
He leaped high into the air, the wisps of hair at the back of his head tracing a clean arc in the air.
The hem of her tracksuit was lifted by the airflow, revealing a slender, fair waist.
His waistline is sharp and taut, and the force of his jump creates smooth muscle lines, exuding a youthful freshness while concealing explosive resilience.
The days and nights soaked in sweat, the moments of gritting your teeth and persevering—these are precious enough, worthwhile enough, and are all heartwarming moments.
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