Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Feng Tianqi ran around the court and back to Mu Xiaoxiao.
âDid you see that! I scored another goal! Ainât I cool!â
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him and replied without humor, âYeah, cool is cool. But can you stop running over to me?â
What was wrong with this guy!
What did him scoring a goal have to do with her?
Feng Tianqi placed his hands on his hips smugly. âIt seems like like this guy isnât good at everything. Thatâs just too bad! Iâve already scored two goals in less than ten minutes. If this goes on until the period ends, I could probably score ten goals, hm? Xiaoxiao, what do you think?â
âI donât know. Donât ask me.â Mu Xiaoxiao waved him away, trying to get him to stop annoying her.
She walked past him and stared at Jun Zeye with a strange expression.
The girls spectating all looked down, and someone even cried out indignantly, âFeng Tianqi! Are you not aware that Jun Zeye doesnât want to play at all? He let you win! What are you so proud for?â
âWhat do you mean, âhe let meâ? Say that again!â Feng Tianqi moved forward to look for the speaker.
The girl stood up and argued, âThatâs the truth! Look at Jun Zeye. Heâs not even running!â
Feng Tianqi paused. Turning back to look at Jun Zeye, he found that he was still standing near his original spot, looking as though he had never left.
F*ck!
Feng Tianqi cursed silently and walked over unhappily. âWhat are you doing? Who asked you to let me win?â
Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned. She suddenly understood what Jun Zeyeâs âmmâ meant.
So he was listening to her and trying to lose to Feng Tianqi on purpose so that he would not bother her with any more matches in the future.
Feng Tianqi was furious and reached out to push Jun Zeye.
However, Jun Zeye blocked him dexterously.
Feng Tianqi became even more angry and balled his fist to throw a punch.
Mu Xiaoxiao saw that they were about to fight and rushed over. âDonât fight! Feng Tianqi, what are you doing!â
âHe went overboard!â Feng Tianqi pointed at Jun Zeye, his tone accusing.
âYes, yes, he shouldnât have behaved so passively in a match,â Mu Xiaoxiao said, her tone as if she were trying to coax a kid.
She could understand his anger. Feng Tianqi had been over the moon when he scored those goals. Now that he was told that Jun Zeye had let him do it on purpose, anyone would be angry.
âXiaoxiao, move away!â Feng Tianqi gritted his teeth. His hands were still moving, and he wanted to go behind Xiaoxiao to get at Jun Zeye.
Mu Xiaoxiao was tired of blocking him. Feng Tianqi pushed her and because her foot was a little swollen, she wasnât standing stably and fell backwards.
Jun Zeye caught her in time.
Mu Xiaoxiao crashed against his body, and her elbow landed against his chest.
Jun Zeye frowned slightly, but he soon smoothed it away without a trace.
He pulled Mu Xiaoxiao up, made sure that she could stand, and disengaged her from his chest.
âDonât touch her.â He looked at Feng Tianqi coldly.
Feng Tianqi also realized that he shouldnât have pushed Xiaoxiao. Worriedly, he asked, âAre you okay?â
Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head. âIâm okay. Feng Tianqi, can you please not fight with him for my sake?â
Feng Tianqi pursed his lips. âAlright, I wonât.â
Jun Zeye said nothing and turned to leave abruptly.
âJun Zeye?â Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him in puzzlement.
Jun Zeye was walking really briskly and walked out of the court in just a short while.
He looked down and gazed at his chest. His black T-shirt was concealing a little patch of blood.
Luckily, it wasnât noticeable.