83: Chapter 83 Childhood Sweetheart Arrives, But Purely for Playing Ball Arrives

The sensation from that moment seemed to have a memory of its own.

Even though Su Muxue had retreated to the sidelines, the palm of Huang Mao's hand seemed to still retain that breathtaking softness.

That feeling raced along his nerve endings, surging straight to his crown.

Huang Mao stood in place and took several deep breaths, trying to suppress that wicked fire.

"Calm down, calm down."

He silently recited the mantra for clearing his heart in his mind.

If he really got a reaction during PE class because of this, he would become the laughingstock of the whole school.

Fortunately, his self-control had always been good.

Plus, the smell of the surrounding boys drenched in sweat was really overwhelming, so that romantic thought was quickly washed away by reality.

Adjusting his state, Huang Mao plunged back into the "battle".

Of course, the so-called battle, for him, was just changing places to stand like a post.

The accident just now didn't change his slacking strategy; instead, it made him more determined to "never exert himself".

After all, moving around recklessly would lead to trouble.

Thus, a strange scene appeared on the basketball court.

The offense and defense on both sides switched incredibly fast, only Huang Mao was like an old man who had wandered into a battlefield, strolling slowly between the two halves.

Occasionally stretching out his hand, the action was so perfunctory that it wasn't even as good as the aunties doing square dancing.

This kind of extreme slacking behavior brought quick retribution.

Originally, their setup wasn't good, relying entirely on the Sports Representative to hold on by himself.

Now, with the addition of Huang Mao, an existence who not only didn't output but couldn't even be counted as a defensive tower, the situation collapsed instantly.

"Swish—"

Someone on the opposite side with agile movements made another three-pointer.

The score reached a miserable 32 to 6.

The Sports Representative supported his knees with both hands, sweat dripping down his chin, looking at that bright red scoreboard, his eyes full of despair.

"Brother Mao... I beg you."

The Sports Representative panted, his face devoid of any love for life.

"Could you at least run two steps? Could you at least interfere a little?"

"If we keep playing like this, we're going to get skunked!"

The surrounding teammates were also crestfallen, their original excitement long since crushed.

Who enjoys being played like a monkey?

Huang Mao shrugged, his face indifferent.

"Oh, winning and losing are common in military affairs."

He unscrewed the mineral water in his hand and took a sip, his tone so relaxed it made people want to hit him.

"This is PE class, mainly for physical fitness; winning and losing are just floating clouds."

Hearing this, the Sports Representative almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

What the hell, floating clouds!

Just when these boys' morale was at rock bottom and they were ready to give up completely.

At the entrance of the playground, a figure with a high ponytail was striding over.

Wearing a professional school team training uniform, which outlined tight and smooth muscle lines.

Those long legs seemed to shine in the sunlight, full of explosive power.

It was An Ran, who had just finished morning training.

She was originally heading straight to the basketball court, but a glance from the corner of her eye made her first see Leng Qingxuan sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree.

No way, School Beauty Leng's aura was too strong; even sitting still, she was like a luminous body.

An Ran paused, then turned and walked over.

"Yo, isn't this our School Beauty Leng?"

An Ran looked down at Leng Qingxuan, a seemingly caring but actually teasing smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

"Why are you sitting here alone like a wife waiting for her husband?"

"I see everyone else is playing, why aren't you going?"

Leng Qingxuan was rubbing her sore thigh muscles, and upon hearing this voice, she didn't even lift her eyelids.

Enemies often cross paths.

She sighed in her heart, but on the surface, she still maintained that cold and aloof appearance.

"Sprained my ankle."

Leng Qingxuan spat out the three words lightly, concise and comprehensive.

"Sprained?"

Upon hearing this, An Ran almost laughed out loud.

She looked up and down at Leng Qingxuan, her eyes full of the superiority of a Sports Student.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I told you long ago to exercise more."

"Look at your physique, so frail, you fall apart after moving a little."

"In the future, if you really encounter anything, I'm afraid you won't even be able to run."

An Ran's words had hidden meanings, making Leng Qingxuan frown slightly.

The most annoying thing was that she really couldn't refute it.

After all, the facts of last night proved that her physical stamina was indeed a big problem.

She didn't even make it to the final begging stage before she was about to completely crash.

This was simply a great humiliation.

Watching Leng Qingxuan get deflated and stay silent, An Ran felt so good inside.

In this round, the Sports Student won completely!

Having beaten her nemesis, An Ran was in a great mood and turned to look for that familiar figure.

"Where is that guy?"

An Ran looked around.

Leng Qingxuan didn't speak, just lifted her chin and pointed towards the very corner of the basketball court.

An Ran followed her gaze.

At a glance, she saw Huang Mao, who was near the baseline with his hands in his pockets, looking completely "it has nothing to do with me".

Then she looked at that miserable scoreboard.

An Ran's eyebrows shot up instantly.

Good heavens.

This is too miserable, right?

This is being rubbed on the floor by others.

However...

An Ran's eyes rolled around, and a brilliant idea instantly popped into her head.

Isn't this a god-given opportunity?

The current Huang Mao is like a down-and-out prince waiting to be rescued.

And she, An Ran, as the childhood sweetheart with explosive combat power, can just descend from the sky!

As long as she goes on the court to turn the tide and pull the score back.

Then everyone will see her heroic posture.

What will everyone think?

"Wow, this girl is amazing!"

"She went on the court specifically for Huang Mao, right?"

"Is this the legendary hero saving the beauty... no, beauty saving the hero!?"

By then, her name and Huang Mao's will be tightly bound together.

This is even more exciting than confessing directly!

She can both show her core advantages and declare sovereignty.

Killing two birds with one stone!

Thinking of this, An Ran felt her whole body's blood boiling.

She took a deep breath and shouted towards the center of the court:

"Huang Mao! You are too bad!"

This shout was full of energy and had strong penetrating power.

Everyone on the basketball court was shocked and turned their heads to look over in unison.

Huang Mao was daydreaming, and was startled by this shout.

Before he could react, he saw An Ran rush into the court like a little whirlwind.

She snatched the basketball from the Sports Representative's hand and spun it coolly on her fingertips twice.

"I really can't watch it anymore."

An Ran walked to Huang Mao's side and slapped him hard on the back.

"With this way of playing, you are simply insulting basketball."

"This young lady really can't stand it anymore, I'll reluctantly help you get your dignity back!"

The Sports Representative looked at this beautiful girl who suddenly appeared, and the whole person was a bit confused.

"Brother Mao... who is this?"

The Sports Representative asked in a low voice.

"A friend?"

Huang Mao rubbed his back, which was patted in pain, with a helpless look.

"Oh, more or less."

The words just fell.

"More or less?"

An Ran's willow eyebrows stood up, and she gave Huang Mao an elbow without hesitation.

"What do you mean more or less? We grew up wearing the same pair of pants!"

This elbow hit him solidly in the waist, making Huang Mao gasp in pain.

This guy, she doesn't know how to control her strength.

"Fine, fine, fine, childhood sweetheart, okay?"

Huang Mao raised his hands to surrender.

The Sports Representative's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing the four words "childhood sweetheart".

Looking at An Ran's professional equipment and confident eyes, it was as if he saw a savior.

"Welcome, welcome! Very welcome!"

"Since you are Brother Mao's childhood sweetheart, then you are one of our own!"

"It just so happens we are missing a main player, girl, you came at just the right time!"

The boys on the opposite side had no objections.

It was originally a beat-down game, and they were almost falling asleep playing.

Now that such a pretty girl suddenly arrived, shouldn't they hurry up and show off?

"Sure, add one."

"Beauty, come on, we will definitely go easy on you."

Hearing this, An Ran sneered and retied her hair.

"Go easy on me?"

"Just don't cry and look for your mommy later."

The game continued.

The originally one-sided situation, because of An Ran's joining, instantly underwent a earth-shaking change.

Facts have proven that there is indeed an insurmountable gap between professionals and amateurs.

An Ran was like a cheetah breaking into a flock of sheep.

Dribbling, breaking through, stop-and-jump shots.

The movements were smooth, clean, and neat.

"Swish!"

Hollow net shot.

"Good shot!"

Thunderous applause erupted from the sidelines.

Not only the boys, but even many girls who were originally playing with their phones were attracted.

After all, this kind of heroic and cool athletic beauty has a lethality that kills both men and women.

An Ran played better and better, completely taking over the game.

Steal! Fast break!

She swept across the court like a gust of wind, scoring with a layup.

The score started to chase closely.

And what about our Huang Mao?

He completely became a background board.

Even more marginalized than before.

Because the ball control was basically in An Ran's hands, he didn't even have to do symbolic passing.

He just stood with his hands in his pockets, standing outside the three-point line, looking at An Ran's solo performance with a peaceful face.

However...

This is simply the scene he dreamed of!

No running, no jumping, and still winning.

Is this the joy of winning while lying down?

Every time An Ran made a goal, she would deliberately turn her head and raise her eyebrows at Huang Mao.

The look in her eyes was full of pride:

"How is it? Amazing, right?"

"Quick, praise me! Quickly worship me!"

This feeling of killing it in front of her sweetheart made An Ran feel extremely good.

Especially seeing Huang Mao's "salted fish" look, her desire to protect and conquer was bursting.

Hmph, sure enough, you can't do it without me, right?

In the future, just hide behind me obediently, this young lady will take you to fly!

Facing An Ran's fiery, praise-seeking gaze, Huang Mao was also very cooperative.

He raised his hands, like a heartless clapping machine.

"Amazing, amazing, strong, Sister An!"

"This operation is too showy!"

"Awesome, awesome!"

Although the tone was a bit perfunctory, An Ran was clearly very satisfied.

She lifted her chin, like a proud little peacock, and turned to plunge into a new round of attacks.

Just when Huang Mao thought this class would pass so happily.

A faint, elegant fragrance suddenly entered his nose.

This smell is very familiar.

Elegant, gentle, but with a hint of presence that cannot be ignored.

Huang Mao subconsciously turned his head.

Only to see Su Muxue, who didn't know when, had silently come to his side again.

And at this moment, there seemed to be something else in her eyes.

"Master..."

Su Muxue leaned into Huang Mao's ear, her voice as soft as a breeze.

Only the volume that two people can hear.

This sudden address made Huang Mao's back stiffen for a moment.

He subconsciously wanted to move to the side to keep a distance.

After all, this is still on the playground, in public.

However.

Before he could make a move, a soft but powerful little hand had already quietly grabbed his wrist.

Su Muxue's face still wore that docile and harmless smile.

But from an angle invisible to the outside, her fingers were tightly embedded in the gaps between Huang Mao's fingers.

Interlocked fingers.

Cannot be refused.

"It's too noisy here."

Su Muxue looked at An Ran, who was killing it on the field and enjoying the cheers, and a meaningful curve appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I have very important things that I want to report to you alone."

Huang Mao's heart skipped a beat.

Not right, nine out of ten not right.

He subconsciously wanted to find an excuse to refuse.

"That, still in class..."

"The teacher went to the car to sleep, no one will pay attention here."

Su Muxue directly interrupted his excuse.

She used a little force, pulling Huang Mao's arm, and turned to walk towards the corner of the playground.

There is a row of abandoned old equipment rooms, now used for storing sundries.

Usually no one goes there.

It is an absolute blind spot.

"Let's go, Master."

Su Muxue turned her head, and in those deep pool-like eyes, a kind of heart-palpitating persistence flashed.

"Some things can only be told to you quietly."