Chapter 36 Chapter 36
The basketball game on Thursday morning happened to be the Chinese teacher's class. The beautiful Chinese teacher naturally would not miss this opportunity to cheer for the class. She personally led everyone to the basketball court to cheer for Class 17.
Although it was a preliminaries match, the basketball court was packed with people half an hour in advance because Wen Shuo was playing today. Ren Ligang, following Zhang Xintong, had just managed to squeeze into the front row when she was startled by the girls across from her, wearing basketball uniforms with Wen Shuo's signature number and holding posters.
"Is it that exaggerated?" She turned and looked at Zhang Xintong.
Zhang Xintong: "That's nothing. You haven't seen Wen Shuo in his freshman and sophomore years of high school. The scenes back then were much more exaggerated than they are now."
Ren Li shook her head, indicating she didn't understand, and turned to look at the basketball court. Soon, cheers rang out from all around. It was the players from Class 17 coming out to warm up.
Wen Shuo stood beneath the basketball hoop, chatting with his teammates. He was wearing a sports jacket, and a corner of his white jersey peeked out from under the hem.
Ren Li turned her head to look at the other side. The people from Class 20 arrived very quickly. Unfortunately, she saw Lin Jiacheng in the team.
Zhang Xintong, enjoying the excitement, said, "Lili, the lineup today is quite high. Wen Shuo versus Lin Jiacheng. Tsk tsk, no wonder there are so many people here today."
Ren Li laughed at herself, "Yeah, considering all those rumors, today is definitely something to watch."
Zhang Xintong looked at Ren Li, admiring her positive attitude. He added, "But on the bright side, you can at least experience what it's like to be a top star on campus today."
The referee blew the whistle, the warm-up was over, and when Wen Shuo took off his jacket when he came on the court, the girls in the audience screamed again.
The game began. Ren Li, who had learned some basic basketball knowledge in physical education class and gradually understood the scoring rules, was captivated by the atmosphere. Her gaze gradually followed Wen Shuo, and her heart began to tense as the players on the court passed the ball.
Ren Li admitted that Wen Shuo's basketball skills were better than those of the other players in Class 20. His movements were so smooth that he became the main scorer and core focus of Class 17. However, Class 20 was also quite strong, with a much better defensive and offensive coordination than Class 17. This was especially true after Lin Jiacheng grabbed a few rebounds, which pushed the atmosphere on the court to a climax.
During the first intermission, the scores between the two classes were still very close. Fortunately, Class 17 had a slight advantage and temporarily took the lead with a three-point advantage.
Wen Shuo went to the sidelines to rest. He took a towel, walked straight across the basketball court and headed towards Ren Li.
Zhang Xintong nudged Ren Li with his elbow, and Ren Li suddenly became nervous and unconsciously clenched the mineral water bottle in her hand.
Wen Shuo walked over to Ren Li and stopped: "Did you bring water?"
Ren Li said "oh" and nervously handed the mineral water in her hand over. Wen Shuo took it naturally, tilted his head back and drank a few sips, then handed the bottle to Ren Li.
Of course, Ren Li didn't bring this bottle of water on her own initiative. On the school bus that morning, Wen Shuo said he didn't have the habit of bringing water with him when he played games, so he asked Ren Li to bring him a bottle. So Ren Li went out to buy some water during break.
She originally wanted to give it to Wen Shuo in the classroom, but Wen Shuo didn't come back for the whole class, so she brought it here.
After drinking the water, Wen Shuo did not go back directly, but turned back to look at the team of Class 17. Even across half the basketball court, Ren Li could still see the slightly serious expression on Lin Jiacheng's face.
Some people around started to make a noise, and even the Chinese teacher looked over. The scene was a little awkward for a moment. Ren Li looked at Wen Shuo's sweaty face and finally squeezed out a dry sentence after a long while: "Keep going."
"Don't worry, he can't win."
After hearing this, Zhang Xintong couldn't help but give Wen Shuo a thumbs up: "Awesome."
Ren Li didn't want to listen to her teasing, thinking that Wen Shuo must have come to her on purpose. But what was his purpose in doing this? Ren Li couldn't figure it out. Besides making herself more embarrassed, it also added new material to the rumors.
The second half was even more intense. Within five minutes, Wen Shuo was being targeted. He finally dribbled past the defense, got under the basket, and took a leaping shot. As he was coming down, someone deliberately tripped him.
Fortunately, Wen Shuo reacted in time and landed a few centimeters off course, avoiding a broken ankle. He turned around, saw Lin Jiacheng, and dropped the ball on the spot.
Zhou Qi, who witnessed the whole process, was already furious at being constantly defended in the first half. When he saw Wen Shuo injured, he immediately grabbed Lin Jiacheng and greeted his entire family: "Fuck your uncle, Lin Jiacheng, you play basketball so dirty..."
Everyone had already disliked each other, and with the conflict over the venue yesterday, a shoving match ensued. It was Wen Shuo who started the fight, and then chaos ensued.
Ren Li was too far away to understand what was happening. Eventually, the PE teacher and referee arrived and took a long time to separate the two teams. The PE teacher, still pointing and cursing at the other team, was finally restrained by the PE teacher.
Wen Shuo's ankle was swollen when he left the court, and his gait was a little distorted. Lin Jiacheng wasn't much better, and even had injuries. The match was forced to end, everyone went to the infirmary, and the crowd gradually dispersed.
Soon, the explosive news that "Wen Shuo and Lin Jiacheng had a fight during a basketball game" spread throughout No. 4 Middle School.
Ren Li was very worried about Wen Shuo and the other members of the Class 17 basketball team who had brought honor to the class, but she had no way of knowing their situation directly, so she could only go back to the classroom with everyone.
She spent the entire class listening to everyone's messages. Later, the rest of the basketball team returned, but Wen Shuo was nowhere to be seen. After class, she grabbed her phone and immediately sent a message to Wen Shuo, but received no reply.
Later, she tried to find some useful information in the campus forum, but when she opened the forum, most of the posts in the front row were talking about herself. Ren Li didn't want to read those bad comments, so she reluctantly flipped through two pages and didn't have the courage to read any further.
In the infirmary, Wen Shuo sat on the bed in the dressing room, his ankle still swollen after being iced. He Guang separated the others from the others, feeling both angry and distressed: "It was just a competition, why did they start fighting?"
Wen Shuo didn't even raise his eyes: "Nothing, I just don't like him."
He Guang: "It was wrong for Lin Jiacheng to step on someone first, but you can't be the first to do it. You've become unreasonable now."
Wen Shuo: "I don't need to be right. I just want to beat him up and feel good."
He Guang continued to ramble: "What can I say about you? Anyway, fighting is wrong."
Wen Shuo: "Okay, I'll take responsibility for my mistake. I was the first to start the fight. It has nothing to do with Zhou Qi and the others."
He Guang: "You kid. Tell me honestly, your conflict with Lin Jiacheng wasn't just because of the ball game, right? I heard from Teacher Zhao that Ren Li..."
Wen Shuo didn't want to drag Ren Li into this, so he interrupted him, "You're overthinking it. I've already said that he's a terrible person. I simply don't like him."
Wen Shuo denied it, and He Guang didn't know what to say. He lowered his head and checked Wen Shuo's ankle again: "Don't be so impulsive in the future. I took a look, and fortunately, it's not a big problem. Reduce your activities for the next two days, apply cold compresses more often, and switch to hot compresses after 24 hours. It will be fine in a few days. If it still doesn't work, go to the hospital to see a doctor, so as not to leave any root causes. Don't participate in the next basketball game, let Zhou Qi and the others go."
After a pause, He Guang continued, "This matter has become so serious that even the school leaders have been alarmed. We can't just let it go. I just discussed it with the leaders. They said that you are all good students, young and full of vigor, so friction is inevitable. The leaders mean that the demerit will be waived, but self-reflection is still necessary. After the next monthly exam, you and Lin Jiacheng will take turns to make self-reflections at the flag-raising ceremony."
Wen Shuo: "Okay, got it."
He Guang gave him some more instructions and went back to class. Wen Shuo removed the ice pack. After playing basketball for so long, he had a good idea of the severity of his injury. He was lucky this time; there were no torn ligaments or broken bones, and he would be fine after two days of rest at home. He didn't want to go back to class, so he took out his phone to call Jiang Lan and ask her to send a leave message to Lao He, but then he saw Ren Li's message.
Her tone seemed very worried. To reassure her, Wen Shuo gave up the idea of going home and sent a message back.
W【I'm fine, I just sprained my ankle】
The last class was math, and Wen Shuo limped in from the back door. He Guang glanced at him and continued the class without saying anything.
While he was writing on the blackboard, everyone in the classroom turned around to look. Zhou Qi stretched his neck and leaned over to ask quietly, "Boss, what's going on?"
Wen Shuo shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and his eyes remained on Ren Li.
After class, Zhou Qi, Jin Mingze, and the others quickly gathered around, chattering profusely, each one trying to defend Wen Shuo and discussing picking a fight with the others from Class 20. Wen Shuo had already agreed with Old He to take responsibility for the situation, and since this was originally between him and Lin Jiacheng, he didn't let them mess around.
However, since they had already forged a grudge with the students from Class 20, the atmosphere would inevitably be tense when they met again. Because of the fight on the field, the results of this competition were invalidated, but Class 17 still had several tough matches to play against other classes. Wen Shuo didn't want to waste time, so he asked Zhou Qi to lead everyone to training as planned.
During lunch break, Zhou Qi was about to leave, still a little reluctant: "Boss, I'm leaving. I'll bring you whatever you want to eat later."
Wen Shuo replied: "No, I asked someone to bring it to me."
Although Zhou Qi didn't know who it was, he nodded and said, "Okay, if you need anything, just call me."
Everyone left, and Wen Shuo sat at his desk, waiting for Ren Li to come find him.
Sure enough, after a few minutes, Ren Li reluctantly stood up from the table and walked over.
She knew Zhang Xintong was looking at her right now, and she also knew that she didn't have many minutes left, so she went straight to the point: "How is it? Does it hurt?"
Wen Shuo: "It's okay."
To reassure her, he even showed it to Ren Li. Although Ren Li only saw his lifted trouser legs, she felt relieved seeing his nonchalant expression.
Ren Li: "Zhang Xintong and I will go to the convenience store later. I can bring you whatever you want for lunch."
Wen Shuo knew she would ask, and although he appeared indifferent, he was actually quite happy in his heart: "It's all right."
Ren Li thought for a moment and said, "How about rice balls? I'll bring you a few more."
She still likes to buy rice balls as before.
Wen Shuo didn’t like eating rice balls before, but now he doesn’t care what he eats, as long as Ren Li brings it.
He nodded. Ren Li went out, and when she came back, she brought back four triangular rice balls of different flavors.
She specially put it in a gift bag, handed the bag to Wen Shuo and hurried away.
Wen Shuo opened the bag, and the rice balls inside were still slightly warm. Ren Li had even specially put a note on each one:
Wen Shuo picked up a rice ball with "Get well soon^^" labeled on it. Seeing the familiar handwriting, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
Although I sprained my ankle, it was all worth it.
At least, Ren Li was on his side.
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