When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 99 - 0: Thoroughly Defeating the Neighboring Vocational High School
Microcomputer class ended as expected in a fizzle, but hardly anyone in Class Six stayed behind in the classroom for self-study.
Several boys, faces alight with excitement, headed out together, discussing the basketball tournament that was in full swing.
Rong City had some light rain these days, so the match was arranged indoors, in the gymnasium.
Tang Xing had been restless for a while, hugging her arms and shaking them coquettishly, "Yaoyao, let’s just go take a look. I heard it’s really intense at the scene, and I’ve hardly seen a few basketball games in my life, let alone today’s match against the vocational high school next door. Don’t you feel a bit excited?"
Saying she wasn’t excited would be a lie, as a part of Yunzhong, naturally, she hoped the home team would win.
Jiang Shuyao remembered what Pei Yan had told her that day. She could tell, that jerk really wanted her to go.
As for the reason, it might be simple, he just wanted her to see him showing off on the court.
"Yaoyao?"
Seeing her staring into space, Tang Xing waved her hand in front of her eyes.
"Don’t hesitate anymore, if we don’t go now, there won’t even be a spot to stand in the gym. Hurry up and pack up, quick, quick, quick."
That girl then quickly helped her pack up her draft book and papers, stuffed them into the drawer, and dragged her outside.
Jiang Shuyao, resigned, glanced back at the classroom unintentionally and suddenly met the thoughtful gaze of her new deskmate, causing her brain to space out for a second.
They arrived at the entrance of the gym and found it packed with students.
To describe it as packed like sardines would not be an exaggeration—the stands were full, and there were even people hanging on the railings on both sides of the spectator seats.
The weather in November was so cold that no one wanted to put their hands out.
Yet the boys on the basketball court, wearing their lightweight jerseys, ran wildly, sweating profusely.
Yunzhong was the home team this time, with the inherent advantage. The students surrounding the stands roared with all their might: "Yunzhong, let’s go!"
"Yunzhong, victory is ours!"
Tang Xing covered one ear and led Jiang Shuyao through the stands toward the inside, "Xingxing, it’s even more crowded in the middle, let’s just find a place on the edge to settle down."
Along the way, the cheers were like rolling waves, causing a brain-racking pain.
Jiang Shuyao stumbled along, her amplified voice eventually drowned out by the sea of people.
The leading Tang Xing was going full throttle, aiming to surge straight to the prime viewing area of the gym, Area B.
Because that was the highest point of the whole game, also where the cheerleaders and players rest between games—the view was clear, and one could see the score updates immediately.
Against all odds, they finally made it to Area B.
But it was a completely different scene here.
Screams rose and fell in waves, with almost a quarter of the cheering coming from the high-pitched voices of the female students.
Most of the girls didn’t really understand basketball, only knowing that a goal meant scoring, and throughout the first half, Yunzhong had already opened a significant lead over the vocational high school next door.
The credit naturally went to the school basketball team, especially to the owner of that black jersey.
"Ah, Yunzhong scored again!"
"Pei Yan is so cool ahh!"
When Jiang Shuyao heard someone’s name, she subconsciously turned her head to peek through the crowd at the court.
The young man, in a black jersey, had a cold profile, smoothly passing and dribbling the ball.
Among the boys, Pei Yan stood out the most with his height. Once he opened up and went on the offensive, no opponent could withstand him.
Tang Xing was already out of control, her throat all but ready to crack, her face flushed with excitement.
"Yaoyao, your childhood friend is really amazing, completely dominating those weaklings from the vocational high school, hahaha."
Everyone else was in awe of Pei Yan.
But for Tang Xing, it turned into Yaoyao’s childhood friend.
Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but laugh and cry, feeling that ever since that afternoon before the monthly exam, this girl had followed He Qingzhou and the others to the supermarket, and ever since her behavior had been traitorous.
Pretending to come and cheer for Chen Jin, her focus during the entire game was actually centered on Pei Yan.
Not only that, the kids who hated the school bullies so much were now on the irreversible path of becoming their fans.
In the midst of her trance, the court suddenly fell silent, only to erupt into an even more frenzied roar.
"Oh my God, to make a three-pointer like that, that’s just incredible."
"Yaoyao, don’t space out, the shot taken by Boss Pei just now was simply too cool. You missed it, what a pity."
She looked at the girl in surprise.
How could she have energy to observe whether she was distracted while watching the game?
Jiang Shuyao silently turned her head back, reminding herself to watch the game below as attentively as Tang Xing.
At this moment, the scores of the two schools were a stark contrast between heaven and hell.
The vocational high school was disoriented by the beating, and with the lack of alumni support, they started to show signs of defeat in their morale.
Only the last two minutes remained before the end of the first half.
The vocational high school side made a substitution with their main player, bringing on Liang Zixiao.
Liang Zixiao was also well-known among several schools and was inevitably considered one of Boss Pei’s top rivals.
The last two minutes would be interesting to watch.
On the court, the figures in black and white dodging and striking were particularly eye-catching.
The ball was fiercely contested between the two, with an atmosphere so tense it could snap.
Jiang Shuyao watched calmly, certain in her heart that Pei Yan would score the final point.
The youth, with his jet-black hair and sharp features, had a wild look in his eyes and brows.
He dunked the ball, the referee’s whistle blew, and the stands erupted in a thunderous scream.
Sweat slid down his chiseled face, soaking his jersey, but he stood in the center of the court, indifferent, looking around without a hint of a smile.
Pei Yan walked with long strides to the rest area, took the water and towel handed to him by the support staff, and casually wiped the sweat from his face.
The Yunzhong students had won the first half score, and logically everyone should have been happy.
But with Boss Pei looking so cold, his teammates wanted to smile but didn’t dare.
It was clear to anyone with eyes that the Demon King was not pleased.
At such times, it was best not to provoke him, or a moment of joy could quickly turn into disaster.
"Brother Yan, your phone rang several times just now."
Unaware of the situation, Xu Kanfeng came over with the phone; it was his turn to play in the second half, and he had been warming up all along.
Pei Yan sat on the bench drinking water, glanced at the lit screen, and saw the missed calls were from Uncle Li.
His eyes turned cold as he took the phone and stood up, walking towards the gym’s back door.
"Hey, Brother Yan, are you playing in the second half or not?" Chen Jin hurriedly shouted after him.
Pei Yan’s hand tightened slightly around the phone.
Lin Zhen’s flight had landed at eight in the morning.
He had finished paying respects at the grave by ten.
By now, he should be on his way back to the hotel, or perhaps making a trip to Yunzhong.
Uncle Li calling could only mean one possibility.
Pei Yan walked and suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
In the dim emergency corridor, his cold, stiff silhouette stood still, and a mocking chill slowly spread across his lips.
Damn it.
The phone flew violently from his hand, smashing against the door with a loud bang, startling the teammates in the rest area.
He Qingzhou was the first to appear.
Seeing the remains of the phone on the ground by the door, he felt a chill crawl up his scalp.
