Chapter 262 The Pseudo-Student's Black Moonlight Goddess 12
During the break, Feng Qianqian suddenly walked over to Shen Xinran's desk and said excitedly, "Zixiao, Xin Zeming and the others are playing basketball. Let's go and watch."
While organizing the notes from the previous class, Shen Xinran said, "You go ahead, I haven't finished writing my notes yet."
Seeing this, Feng Qianqian clasped her hands together and made a pleading gesture, "Didn't you always say that boys who play basketball are handsome? Just come with me to see it!"
After Feng Qianqian finished speaking, she didn't care whether Shen Xinran agreed or not. She took Shen Xinran's hand and walked towards the playground.
After the two left, Zhuang Yan raised his head from the table, his eyes following Shen Xinran's back. Are boys who play basketball handsome? But he can't play basketball, what should he do?
The little fat boy had been standing downstairs of the teaching building. After seeing Shen Xinran coming down the stairs, he immediately glanced at Xin Zeming.
When Shen Xinran arrived at the playground, he saw Xin Zeming pick up the basketball, bend his body gracefully, and then stretch it out. The moment the ball went into the basket, he turned around confidently.
Shen Xinran frowned slightly. For some reason, Xin Zeming looked like a peacock courting a mate.
Facts have proved that Shen Xinran's judgment is correct.
Because several people who played basketball with Xin Zeming stood in a row, they held up a banner with the words "Zi Xiao, I like you" written in large letters.
Xin Zeming walked up to her with a smug look on his face and knelt on one knee, "Zixiao, be my girlfriend!"
The students who were watching the excitement around them started to make a noise, clapping their hands and shouting, "Promise him, promise him..."
Although Shen Xinran's face was calm, her heart was already dead and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into immediately.
She took a deep breath and said with a stiff smile, "I'm so sorry, I'm a student now and should focus on my studies."
After saying that, she turned and left without caring about Xin Zeming's reaction. Her role was to play the male lead, Dark Moonlight, not the supporting male lead, White Moonlight. They actually wanted to give her more scenes, but that was a different price!
Xin Zeming glared at the little fat boy and said unhappily, "Didn't you say girls are the most susceptible to this kind of thing?"
The fat boy scratched his head. "Girls think guys who play basketball are super handsome! If you don't believe me, just ask Feng Qianqian."
Feng Qianqian nodded quickly, "Yes, Zixiao told me before that boys look especially handsome when they play basketball seriously."
The little fat boy said thoughtfully, "I see. You must have been too busy trying to look cool while playing basketball."
Xin Zeming raised his fist and punched the fat boy. The fat boy quickly added, "How about you give him a serious fight next time..."
In the classroom, Zhuang Yan had been waiting for Shen Xinran to come back from his seat. But Shen Xinran didn't come back, only a group of female classmates.
All I could hear were the female classmates saying as they walked by: "Did you know that Xin Zeming confessed his love to Qiao Zixiao on the playground?"
"Ah, he's so brave, isn't he afraid of being discovered by the teacher?"
"What's the big deal? Xin Zeming and Qiao Zixiao both come from good families. The teacher won't say anything about them. He might even think they're a perfect match..."
Zhuang Yan's expression suddenly froze. He stood up abruptly, an urge welling up in his heart, wanting to rush out and stop it all, but then he fell into deep confusion. Who was he to stop it?
What can he compare with Xin Zeming? It seems that he has nothing. One is a rich second-generation who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other is an ordinary person from a poor family. Smart people know how to choose.
Qiao Zixiao would probably agree. I should bless her, right? If Qiao Zixiao chose Xin Zeming, it would undoubtedly be a major leap forward in her life, a leap across social classes.
But why was he unwilling to give up? This unwillingness was like a raging fire, burning fiercely in his chest. Zhuang Yan clenched his fists in anger, his nails digging deep into his palms.
He was struggling in his heart, shouting: Qiao Zixiao is his and can only be his, no one can take her away from him!
But his appearance remained calm...
After evening self-study, Shen Xinran and Zhuang Yan left school and walked side by side under the dim street lights, going home together.
In the darkness of the night, Zhuang Yan's eyes would occasionally glance at Shen Xinran. Finally, he mustered up the courage and asked softly, "Do you think boys who play basketball are handsome?"
Shen Xinran didn't notice Zhuang Yan's nervousness. She replied as she walked, "It's just so-so."
Zhuang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He tentatively asked, "So what do you think of boys who play games?"
Shen Xinran noticed something was wrong. She stopped and looked at Zhuang Yan with a smile. Was Zhuang Yan sure he wasn't asking about himself?
Zhuang Yan then realized that his question was too direct, and a faint blush began to appear on his cheeks. "I'm just curious."
Shen Xinran was silent for a moment, "Well... it's okay!"
Zhuang Yan frowned slightly, a sense of loss welling up in his heart. What does "okay" mean? He took a deep breath and continued, "I heard that Xin Zeming confessed to you today?"
Shen Xinran nodded gently, "How do you know?"
"I heard it from my classmates." Zhuang Yan smiled slightly, trying to make himself look calm.
But there was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. "Then do you agree?"
Shen Xinran glanced at Zhuang Yan lightly and replied with a smile: "I am a student now, so I should focus on studying."
Hearing this answer, Zhuang Yan finally felt relieved. He patted Shen Xinran on the shoulder and said in a serious and earnest tone, "Your idea is correct."
Shen Xinran looked at Zhuang Yan with a strange look in his eyes. "Do you want to listen to what you are saying? How can you, an eighteen-year-old, say something that only a forty-year-old veteran can say?"
The next morning, as soon as Zhuang Yan arrived at school, he saw Xin Zeming standing with a boy in a sports jersey downstairs of the teaching building.
Xin Zeming opened his lips slightly, as if whispering something, and then quickly stuffed a handful of banknotes into the boy's hand, with a hint of expectation in his tone: "Remember our agreement."
After saying that, he trotted upstairs like a gust of wind, with an unconcealable joy on his face.
After Xin Zeming left, the boy was about to leave as well. Zhuang Yan called out to him, "You're Ji Da from Class C, right?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Jida's eyes, "Do you know me?"
Zhuang Yan smiled slightly, his tone light and friendly. "Do you know Shitou? He often mentioned you, saying that you are very good at playing games and playing basketball."
Ji Da showed a smug look on his face, and said with a smile: "Oh, so you are Shi Tou's friend, someday we can team up and play a few games together."
"Okay, no problem." Zhuang Yan nodded with a smile.
After he finished speaking, he walked over to Ji Da and asked in a curious tone, "What did Xin Zeming say to you just now?"
Ji Da answered without hesitation, "He said he wanted to pursue the class beauty and wanted us to play a fake match with him during PE class."
Zhuang Yan's eyes flickered, and he asked calmly, "How much did he give you as a reward?"
Ji Da raised two fingers and said, "He promised us this much. He's already given us half as a deposit, and he'll give us the other half after the game..."
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