books44 Chapter 73 You wouldn't actually be dating Chi Yan, would you?
Chapter 73 You wouldn't actually be dating Chi Yan, would you?
Shi Sui doesn't browse forums; it was Xiao Youran, who's a regular internet surfer, who forwarded the post to her.
Xiao Youran: [Sui Sui, you wouldn't actually be dating Chi Yan, would you?]
Shi Sui: [No, I don't like him, and he doesn't like me either.]
Xiao Youran: [Really?]
[It's absolutely true.] Shi Sui suddenly remembered, [I think I heard from someone that Chi Yan likes men.]
Chi Yan sneezed, looked at her deskmate, and found that she was playing on her phone.
His upright posture and the way he plays on his phone are pleasing to the eye.
Xiao Youran: [I think so too. There are quite a few yaoi fans at school who ship Chi Yan and Pei Shuoxun.]
Shi Sui: [Oh, I remember now, I was mistaken. Someone told me that Pei Shuoxun likes men.]
In the next class, Pei Shuoxun sneezed, feeling like someone was slandering him.
Xiao Youran: [Right, right, I also think Pei Shuoxun likes men, even more gay than Chi Yan.]
Xiao Youran: [Although Pei Shuoxun and Shangguan Ying are close, I can tell that Shangguan Ying is just a scapegoat. Poor Shangguan Ying, I'm taking our Yingying away.]
……
Song Xinying also saw the campus forum.
During that one class period, she turned around eighteen times, staring! Staring! Staring intently!
But she didn't notice anything unusual about Shi Sui, not even a whispered conversation.
The girl was focused and attentive, with a fair and pretty small face, almond-shaped eyes, a delicate nose, and a slender, fair neck... She would even smile at her after noticing her peeking.
Song Xinying: Damn it! She won't fall for it. Don't think that just because she's pretty and smiles at her, she'll like her! Dream on!
The fourth period in the morning was a physical education class with Class 2. The boys and girls were taught separately. The boys went to the soccer field and the girls went to the tennis court.
After a simple warm-up, many girls came over to play tennis with Song Xinying, but she only had eyes for one person.
"Shi Sui." She walked over, chin raised, and said, "Want to fight me?"
Shi Sui has just learned how to serve and is practicing against the wall.
She caught the tennis ball, turned around, and saw it was Song Xinying.
During class in the morning, she would always turn around and look at her.
Now they've invited me to play together again.
You want to become good friends, right?
“Okay,” Shi Sui readily agreed.
Song Xinying was wearing a baseball cap and a professional tennis outfit, while Shi Sui on the other side was wearing a simple school uniform with her hair tied in a high ponytail.
"Shi Sui looks like she's just learned to play tennis. She was practicing her serve just now, and her form wasn't quite right."
"Isn't she from the countryside? Where would she have seen a tennis ball before?"
"Didn't Xinying completely crush her?"
"That's not certain."
"Since the outcome is already decided, what's the point of watching?"
"Please, those two are both suitors of Chi Yan. What we want to see is the ball, not the ball."
"..."
Shi Sui had no idea what the group of girls were whispering about. All she knew was that she hadn't served her first ball, which had drawn laughter from the entire audience.
Song Xinying chuckled lightly: "It's my turn to serve."
Shi Sui observed the movements in her hands and quickly learned them in her mind.
Then, she missed the first ball...
This drew laughter from the entire audience.
"Shi Sui really can't do anything."
"Her skill level was better than hers when I first started learning to cook."
"Exactly, with her skill level, she dares to play against Jacqueline Wong. She's really overestimating herself."
"Watching Jacqueline Wong dominate the weaker opponents is really fun."
"..."
Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Shi Sui remained calm, mentally reviewing her tennis techniques. Only Song Xinying frowned.
She felt like she was bullying someone.
Then, in her distraction, she missed a ball.
Shi Sui tilted her head and asked, "Are you distracted? Or does that last ball not count?"
"Fine." Song Xinying gritted her teeth, gripped her racket, and regained her fighting spirit.
She discovered that her opponent's skill level had improved dramatically, and she had to take him seriously.