Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yin Shaojie smiled and pulled her over. In a tyrannical voice, he said, âItâs enough for you to support me. You donât have to do it for him.â
âHey! You canât do that!â Song Shijun expressed his grievance.
Mu Xiaoxiao said accommodatingly, âOkay, Iâll only give you my support. As for Shijun⦠letâs get Qiqing to give him support!â
âThat will do tooâ¦â Song Shijun looked around after speaking, but asked, puzzled, âWhere is Qiqing? I was counting on her for support, but sheâs not around!â
âThatâs right, where is Qiqing? She was here a moment ago.â Mu Xiaoxiao then realized that Han Qiqing wasnât by her side.
Song Shijun said unhappily, âHow could she do this and disappear right at this critical moment? Sheâs so disloyal!â
Mu Xiaoxiao said, âMaybe thereâs an emergency. She was here just now. Qiqing is not disloyal.â
According to what she knew of Qiqing, she would not abandon them at such a time.
She looked around again and saw Han Qiqing squeeze in from the side.
âIâm back, Iâm back!â
Han Qiqing was holding a large bag of something as she ran over, panting. âPhew, Iâm so tired!â
âWhere did you go? What the heck is inside?â Before Mu Xiaoxiao could speak, Song Shijun already beat her to it, complaining, even tugging at the thing in Han Qiqingâs hands.
âWhat do you mean by âwhat the heck?ââHan Qiqing rolled her eyes at him and slapped his hand away. âItâs not for you!â
âDid you buy something for me?â Upon understanding this, Song Shijunâs attitude changed immediately and he spoke nicely to her. âOkay, okay, okay, I was wrong. What did you buy? Something nice? Hurry up and let me see!â
Han Qiqing placed the large bag onto the chair beside them before taking out the item.
âHere, this is for you!â She handed it to Song Shijun.
Song Shijun took it and inspected it. âWhat is this?â
Han Qiqing said exasperatedly, âItâs a wrist guard for playing basketball! You donât even know that?â
âWhy would I need this?â Song Shijun looked disappointed. He thought she had bought something nice.
Han Qiqing looked at him as she said, âAre you an idiot! Itâs to protect your wrist! And I bought the best one too! The person who sold it said that it can help you score shots.â
Song Shijun pretended to sigh and look at her helplessly as he said, âHan Qiqing, youâre the idiotic one. Did you really believe what they said? Youâre really too easy to trick.â
âAre you going to wear it or not?â Han Qiqing was done talking nonsense with him.
Song Shijun coughed and said, âYes, yes, yes, of course Iâll wear it! Itâs true, wearing a wrist guard will be safer since the match is going to be intense.â
âWhat else is in that big bag of yours?â Mu Xiaoxiao was curious.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Han Qiqing passed another wrist guard to the Student Union boy on their team before opening the bag to show Mu Xiaoxiao. âThereâs food and drinks. Itâs almost dinnertime, right? I was afraid youâd be hungry. Oh yeah, thereâs also some medicine. Some Yunnan Baiyao spray just in case you get injured later.
Song Shijun rolled his eyes at her. âAre you trying to curse us? Now itâs guaranteed that someone will get hurt.â
âI said just in case! Do you understand Mandarin? Han Qiqing rolled her eyes back at him.
Song Shijun pointed to the food and said, âThen, whoâs going to eat those in the middle of the match?â
Han Qiqing harrumphed. âDid I say these were for you? I bought them for Xiaoxiao and I.â
Song Shijun was speechless.