作者: Filthy 機械翻訳
Qi Ye frowned as he looked at the Little Prince Lu Yilie. He was the same age as Ling Jue, so why was he so different from others?
2He sighed helplessly.
He had to think of a way to get Ling Jue to play tomorrow, or else his head would be separated from his neck.
...
The next day.
Today was the day of the game, and it was also the fifth day of their military training. After today, the class that won the basketball game could take two days off on weekends.
At the school's indoor basketball court, Ling Jue sat in the waiting seat, leaning against the bench with a relaxed expression.
2Behind her was a ladder-like chair, and behind her sat a lot of girls. They were the senior sisters from the other classes.
Lu Yilie poked Ling Jue. "Do you think the girls in our class can win in gymnastics?"
2Ling Jue raised an eyebrow indifferently. "I don't know."
2"Sigh, if it weren't for the instructor drawing lots, I would have gone to watch the girls in our class dance."
2Gymnastics was also a dance. Especially when it was a group of beautiful girls dancing.
2Oh, it was so picturesque.
"..."
Lin Mu, who was beside him, could not help but grumble, "What rank did Instructor Ye get exactly? He couldn't have taken the draw and gone to sleep on the field, right?"
2Ouyang Ye also echoed, "It's possible."
2Lu Yilie frowned. If Uncle Qi Ye was so unreliable, his uncle would have chopped him up a long time ago.
2"Coming, coming."
2They saw a group of instructors walk in, and the most handsome one was Qi Ye.
2Lu Yilie ran up. "Instructor Ye, what rank is our class?"
2He handed him a sign. "The time is written on it. 3-5, 7-9, 2-4, 6-8. Your class is special because of their good grades. After they decide the winner, you can directly fight against the champion team."
2Alright. Actually, he didn't want to admit that there was someone who had let things slide.
2Otherwise, it wouldn't be so unfair. However, for those who didn't do well in their studies, this did seem to make sense.
Those with good grades had special privileges.
Lu Yilie held the sign excitedly. "Wow, that's great. Hahaha, then we'll go watch the girls in our class compete first. I hope they can win first place!"
2Lin Mu was delighted and said excitedly, "Then we'll go to the fitness class first."
2Ouyang Ye put his arm around Lin Mu's shoulder. "Let's go. Let's bring some milk, glucose, or something. They'll definitely have a hard time."
2Lin Mu nodded. "Okay, then let's go buy some."
2The group quickly headed to the supermarket.
Lu Yilie was about to follow them, but he saw that Ling Jue was still sitting in the same spot. Beside him was Mu Chen. Seeing that Mu Chen was asleep, it seemed like he would lean on Lu Yilie's shoulder at any moment.
Lu Yilie sat between them and pushed Mu Chen's head away in disgust. Then, he turned to look at Ling Jue with a smile. "Lord Jue, are you going?"
2Ling Jue said indifferently, "No."
2"...Then I'm not going either." Lu Yilie was a little disappointed. Why wasn't Lord Jue going? It was good to cheer on the girls in the class and cheer them on...
2Ling Jue glanced at him indifferently. Seeing his disappointed look, she stood up. "Let's go."
2Lu Yilie was delighted. He quickly stood up and followed. "Alright!"
2After the two of them left, Mu Chen collapsed on the bench and fell asleep comfortably.
Qi Ye sighed. It was more comfortable on the field. He could still sleep...
2...
When they arrived at the fitness class, it was almost time for their class competition. Ling Jue sat in the last row and watched.
She watched as Lin Mu and the others delivered milk and glucose to the little girls. She rubbed her chin. Was this really a pure friendship?
It was time to fill in the holes. One by one, the riddles were slowly revealed. ..