The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 147 I Go to 8 AM
Monday, physical education class.

The cold November wind blew through the ginkgo leaves by the playground, but the basketball court was bustling with activity.

Zhang Muchen was wearing black athletic pants, his jacket was thrown off the court, leaving him only in a white jersey.

He had a black sports headband tied around his forehead, and a few strands of sweaty hair were blown upwards by the wind.

Despite it being winter, his movements were fluid. Facing an approaching defense, he feinted, shifting his weight slightly.

He then deftly swerved to the right, before abruptly changing direction to break through on the left flank.

The opponent's body was jolted to the side by the fake. He had already skillfully broken through the defense, leaped under the basket, and casually tossed his wrist.

The basketball was lifted into the air, arced through the air, and landed precisely in the basket.

"Shh."

The ball swished through the net, its crisp sound echoing loudly on the winter playground.

"Holy crap, awesome, awesome."

Off the field, Liu Ziyang excitedly slapped his thigh and applauded.

The boys next to him immediately turned to look at him, their voices low and gloomy: "Liu Ziyang, why are you clapping for Class 9? We didn't see you this happy when Class 7 scored a goal."

"Uh..." Liu Ziyang awkwardly touched his nose.

"Our class has fallen behind by 15 points, and we can't catch up."

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously turned his gaze to the other side of the basketball court—a group of Class 9 girls cheering together.

The most eye-catching one was Wang Shishi.

Whenever her class scores a goal, she jumps up and cheers, leading the girls from Class 9 in a joyful celebration.

The girls cheered even louder when Zhang Muchen scored.

Then look at your own class
Liu Ziyang glanced around and fell silent instantly.

Most of the girls in Class 7 were chatting and playing badminton on the side of the playground.

Can this kind of class cohesion compare to Class 9?

On the basketball court, Zhang Muchen completed another beautiful three-step layup. His feet landed, and the net tightened with a "whoosh," making a crisp sound.

Zhang Muchen ran back with a smile, his breathing slightly rapid, white breath exhaling from his mouth and rising into the cold air.

His workout clothes were soaked with sweat, outlining his taut muscle lines.

A cold wind blew, and hot sweat steamed on his body, like white vapor rising in the sunlight.

The score gap between the two classes widened, and cheers rose and fell from the sidelines.

The continuous high-intensity running and physical contact quickly depleted Zhang Muchen's stamina.

He rested his left hand on his knee to adjust himself, and beads of sweat slid down his temples.

At this moment, the advisor got the ball.

Zhang Muchen stood outside the three-point line and gave the advisor a look: Pass it to me.

The basketball was passed accurately, and he took a step to receive it and quickly cut into the paint.

However, just as he approached the basket, his left calf muscle felt as if it were being gripped tightly by something sharp, and it tightened abruptly.

"hiss--"

A sharp pain shot through Zhang Muchen's nerves like an electric current, his eyes widened, and he lost control of his steps.

The body leaned forward abruptly due to the momentum of the sprint.

boom!
The next second, he slid heavily to his knees, his knees hitting the hard ground with a dull thud.

The basketball slipped from his fingers and rolled out of bounds, instantly silencing the once bustling and noisy court.

"Dude?!"

On the sidelines, Wang Shishi unconsciously stood up, her smile vanishing.

Chu Jiuli, standing to the side, was also slightly taken aback, her coat slipping halfway down her back. Her gaze was fixed on the figure that had fallen in the center of the field.

On the field, the advisor was the first to rush forward.

"Brother Chen, are you alright?"

He half-squatted down, carefully supporting Zhang Muchen's shoulders, and helped him up little by little.

Zhang Muchen gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead: "Damn it... I got a cramp."

He glanced down at his knees; his sweatpants were worn through, and a burning pain emanated from them.

He forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

"Brother Chen, I reckon your knees are all scraped up." The advisor frowned as he looked at him: "Go to the infirmary and put some medicine on them, don't push yourself."

Just as Zhang Muchen was about to respond, he suddenly saw a familiar figure running towards him against the wind.

"Master, are you okay?"

Liu Ziyang ran while panting, his face full of worry.

"Yangza, I'm really fine." Zhang Muchen waved his hand. "Help me up, I'll go to the infirmary to get some medicine."

As he spoke, he glanced back at the paused court, his eyes lingering on the scoreboard.

"Master, go back and keep playing. With this momentum, our class is sure to win."

The advisor patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Don't worry, watch me chop them to pieces and get another ten points."

"Tsk, if you can't get a 10-point discount, you'll have to treat me to dinner."

"Then cut it by two points."

Zhang Muchen chuckled and hopped off the court on one leg.

At this moment, several girls gathered around.

Wang Shishi rushed over quickly, looking anxious: "Dude, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Zhang Muchen waved his hand at her. "It's normal to get a little injured when playing ball."

Chu Jiuli, who was standing to the side, did not speak, but her gaze fell on his torn trouser leg.

Her gaze paused slightly, lingering for a second on the wound, where she saw the seeping blood.

"Let's go to the infirmary," she said softly.

Zhang Muchen turned to look at her, grinned, and said, "Haha, deskmate, we're thinking the same thing."

"Dude, you're still laughing." Wang Shishi pouted. "It looks like it hurts terribly."

"Bro, laughter is a painkiller. Especially when you're with a girl."

Uh ~
Several girls on the sidelines burst into ambiguous laughter, their eyes darting back and forth between Zhang Muchen and Wang Shishi.

"Are you two together or not?" a bold girl asked, her eyes sparkling.

"No, no, I told you we're good buddies."

"Oh, my good buddy."

The girls exchanged knowing glances and smiled meaningfully.

Chu Jiuli stood aside, quietly watching this scene.

She didn't join in the commotion, nor did her expression change; she simply glanced at them calmly.

"Go get some medicine, otherwise it's easy to get an infection."

She suddenly spoke, her cool voice interrupting the laughter and chatter.

"Hey, you guys take a break, let me go apply the medicine."

Wang Shishi waved her hand and shooed the girls aside.

Everyone makes way.

Liu Ziyang helped Zhang Muchen walk toward the infirmary with a limp.

After walking a few steps, Liu Ziyang lowered his voice and leaned closer, complaining softly, "Master, sometimes I feel superfluous standing next to you. Why are you always surrounded by so many girls?"

Zhang Muchen turned her head and smiled, then gently patted his shoulder.

"Master, do you mean I need to have broad shoulders like you to attract girls?"

Zhang Muchen shook his head: "What I mean is—you can leave now."

"?"

Zhang Muchen pouted: "If a girl is following me, I'll ask her to help me."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Wang Shishi, who was jogging over.

"Bro, hold me up. Yangza's shoulders are too hard, they're making me uncomfortable."

Wang Shishi smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead and giggled.

"Okay."

Liu Ziyang: I work from 8 am!

(End of this chapter)