Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
There was a gasp from the audience. Damned, it hurt just watching!
It was only basketball. Why was he playing as though his life depended on it?
âShijun!â Yin Shaojie had a grave expression as he ran over.
Mu Xiaoxiao and Han Qiqing ran over from outside the court as well, worried as they stood around Song Shijun.
âShijun, are you okay? How is it? Did it hit your nose? Is there any bleeding?â
Song Shijun covered his nose, groaning softly.
Han Qiqing wanted to pull his hand away as she said anxiously, âLet us have a look!â
âWait, wait waitâ¦â Song Shijun said in a feeble voice. After a while, he finally looked up at the three of them. Jun Zeye stood behind and watched.
Song Shijun sighed. âPhew, itâs lucky that my nose didnât become crooked.â
Han Qiqing glared at him. âTake your hand away and let me see!â
âThatâs not a good idea, is it?â Song Shijun laughed bitterly.
âLet go!â Han Qiqing said seriously.
Song Shijun didnât know what to do with her, so he removed his hand. Then immediately, two lines of blood dribbled from his nose.
âYouâre bleeding!â Han Qiqing exclaimed, reaching out to help him wipe.
Song Shijun shrunk back. âNo no, Iâll just wipe it myself. You donât have to dirty yourself.â
Han Qiqing rolled her eyes at him and said, âWhy do you care about getting dirty at this point? I donât know what to say. Why would you use your face to block the ball? Do you know how to play? Is your nose alright?â
She was criticizing him at first but showed concern at the end.
Song Shijun shook his head. âI told you, Iâm fine as long as my nose isnât crooked. It just bled a little. Maybe itâs a graze. It hurts just now, but itâs feeling better now.â
Seeing that he was about to get up, Han Qiqing helped him up. âCome here, Iâll help you stop the blood first.â
Han Qiqing frowned as she looked at the blood stains under his nose.
Although everyone had experienced their share of nosebleeds, it was still a bit shocking to see how much he was bleeding.
Feng Shengyang didnât like how it turned out either. He went up to show concern. âDo you want to pause for a few minutes and let him deal with it first?â
Hearing that, as he was being pulled away by Han Qiqing, Song Shijun shouted, âItâll be quick! Iâll be done quickly!â
Han Qiqing couldnât help but wanted to punch him as she glared at him and said, âStop talking! Stop it from bleeding before you start talking.â
Song Shijun obediently went to the courtside and sit down with her.
Fortunately, Han Qiqing had bought a bunch of medicine which really came in handy.
Han Qiqing stopped the bleeding as she continued to roast him. âYouâre really an idiot. Other people play with their hands but you play with your face?â
âAh ah, it hurts!â Song Shijun cried out suddenly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Han Qiqing immediately became gentler. âDoes it hurt? Didnât you just say that it doesnât hurt anymore? Bear with it. It might have been a cut. Weâll need to disinfect it.â
âJust be gentle,â Song Shijun said, looking at her. He was only pretending to be in pain because letting her roast him was too embarrassing.
Then, in the middle of the basketball court.
After Yin Shaojie looked at Jun Zeye, he said to Feng Shengyang, âNo need to wait. Letâs continue.â
Feng Tianqi glared at him. âYou want to play two on three? Arenât you being too arrogant?â
Yin Shaojie showed him an unbridled smile. âWhat? Scared?â
âF*ck! Whoâs scared? Come on! When you lose, donât cry and regret it!â Feng Tianqi couldnât take the taunting.
Feng Shengyang didnât object, but the way that Yin Shaojie and Jun Zeye stood together gave people an indescribable sense of fear.