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"beep--!"

The whistle blew to end the first half.

The referee's hand signal was given.

The game is suspended.

The computer science department's rest area was filled with jubilation.

Although the score was only slightly ahead, that buzzer-beating three-pointer was a huge morale booster.

Jia Pengxiu and Zhang Annian are waving towels wildly, welcoming their hero's return.

however.

The hero did not return.

Jiang Ci stood in the center circle.

He casually took a white towel from his teammate and draped it around his neck.

I didn't drink any water.

They didn't even return to their own team's rest area to hear the coach's tactical instructions.

He turned around.

My gaze swept across half the field and settled once again on that red corner.

at this time.

The atmosphere in the physical education department's rest area was somewhat subtle.

A group of tall, muscular sports students sat together, with a petite Wen Ning sandwiched in the middle.

Wen Ning was trying to shove the hot flower ball back into Zhang Ziyu's hands.

"Um... senior, I'll give it back to you."

"I suddenly remembered I have class..."

She wanted to slip away.

This place is unbearable; it's too chaotic.

Zhang Ziyu held the bouquet with a wry smile on her face:

"Junior, you're leaving already? Aren't you going to look anymore..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

He felt the air around him suddenly become quiet.

The teammates, who had been noisily discussing tactics, all fell silent and turned their gazes in the same direction.

Zhang Ziyu turned around.

Jiang Ci was striding over.

He was facing away from the light.

Cross the center line of the court.

Stepping over the red restricted area.

Step by step, they walked into the enemy's camp.

Thousands of eyes in the audience instantly focused on the scene.

A commotion arose from the stands:

"Whoa! Coming over here!"

"What are they trying to do? Are they trying to provoke us?"

"What provocation! They're here to kidnap someone!"

Jiang Ci ignored all the gazes.

He walked straight into the group of people from the Physical Education Department.

He did not appear thin in front of a group of burly men who were 1.9 meters tall.

in contrast.

That cold, oppressive aura made him seem more like an intruder and a hunter.

He stopped in front of Wen Ning.

Wen Ning was about to sneak away when she looked up and bumped into a solid chest.

A familiar scent.

The air was thick with the smell of heat and sweat from intense exercise.

"Jiang... Jiang Ci?"

She called out to him in a stammering voice.

Jiang Ci looked down at her.

My gaze swept over the conspicuous red jersey she was wearing.

It was a blindingly red.

That's the color of the opponent.

"You've chosen the wrong side."

He spoke.

His voice was hoarse from dehydration and he was still panting.

"Fool."

Just two simple words.

Yet it exudes a kind of intimacy that makes your legs weak.

Zhang Ziyu, standing next to her, tried to ease the awkwardness: "Um, Jiang Ci, your junior is here to watch the game, it doesn't matter where she sits..."

Jiang Ci didn't even glance at him.

He simply extended his hand.

In front of all the members of the sports department team.

In front of the entire school's teachers and students.

He grabbed Wen Ning's wrist.

"Come with me."

There was no room for negotiation.

It is an order.

With a little force, he pulled Wen Ning up from the chair.

They pulled her out from the pile of red figures.

Wen Ning staggered.

He pulled me along, and I stumbled towards the sidelines.

"Hey! Slow down!"

Wen Ning jogged to keep up with him.

Jiang Ci pulled her behind the GG sign at the side of the field.

It's relatively quiet here, but only relatively.

Countless eyes are still watching this side.

He stopped in his tracks.

Turn around.

This put Wen Ning in a difficult position, caught between the GG card and himself.

"Why are you running?"

He rested one hand on the GG sign, looking down at her.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, across his high nose, and finally gathered on his chin.

I was soaking wet.

Like a sexy yet dangerous large feline that has just been pulled from the water.

Wen Ning shrank his neck.

"I didn't run away... I just thought the view was better from there..."

"Good view?"

Jiang Ci gave a cold laugh.

He took a step closer.

The distance between the two instantly closed to the point where they could hear each other's breathing.

"Is it to watch the game?"

"Still just to see that Zhang guy's muscles?"

Wen Ning: "..."

The jealousy is so obvious!

And that's your opponent, aren't you focusing on the wrong thing?

"Watch the game! Of course, we're watching the game!"

Wen Ning quickly pledged his loyalty, "That three-pointer you just made was so cool! My voice is hoarse from shouting!"

Jiang Ci looked at her little face as she tried her best to explain.

The chill in his eyes finally dissipated.

He didn't speak.

Instead, he suddenly bent over.

Wen Ning was startled and instinctively leaned back.

What are you doing?

Jiang Ci did not stop.

He lowered his head.

then.

Extremely naturally, he rested his sweat-drenched head on Wen Ning's shoulder.

His forehead was pressed against the nape of her neck.

The weight is pressed down.

It was scalding hot.

Wen Ning froze.

The entire audience went wild.

"Aaaaaaah!"

"Holy crap! They've hugged!"

"Is this how Jiang Shen acts cute? Is he acting cute?!"

Wen Ning felt his neck was wet; it was covered in his sweat.

And his slightly heavy breathing sprayed onto the skin beside her ear.

It was so hot that she trembled all over.

"tired."

Jiang Ci's voice was muffled, coming from her shoulder.

With a hint of barely perceptible fatigue and... dependence.

"Help me wipe it."

Wen Ning's hand hung in mid-air.

Overwhelmed.

"Wipe... wipe what?"

"sweat."

Jiang Ci tilted his head and rubbed his face against her neck.

Like a big dog begging for petting.

"It got in my eyes, it hurts."

Wen Ning looked at the towel hanging around his neck.

"You have your own towel..."

"My arms are sore. I can't lift them."

Jiang Ci lied with a clear conscience.

My hand didn't ache when I shot the three-pointer.

Wen Ning was at his wit's end.

She looked around at the countless pairs of jealous eyes that seemed to want to pierce her.

Resignedly, I picked up the white towel from his neck.

"Lift your head up."

She said in a low voice.

Jiang Ci obediently looked up.

But she didn't stand up straight; she remained bent over so that she could reach it.

He had his eyes closed.

That usually cold and stern face was now laid bare before her, completely unguarded.

Her eyelashes were wet, and she was incredibly well-behaved.

Wen Ning held the towel.

The movements were a little clumsy, but very gentle.

I gently wiped away the sweat from his forehead, temples, and the tip of his nose.

"It's covered in sweat..."

As she wiped, she muttered in disgust, "It's filthy, and you have to lean on me; my clothes are all wet."

Jiang Ci closed his eyes, a slight smile curving his lips.

He grabbed her hand that was holding the towel.

Press it against your cheek.

Open your eyes.

Those eyes, now even brighter after the sweat had been washed away, stared intently at her.

"Disdain is useless."

He said.

His voice was deep and carried a domineering air.

"Whether you're on the red side or the white side."

"You are mine."

"They can only wipe my sweat and cheer me on."

Wen Ning's face flushed bright red instantly.

This person...

How come you've learned to talk trash while playing ball?

"Did you hear that?"

He squeezed her palm.

"I heard it..."

Wen Ning tried to pull her hand away, "Let go quickly, everyone's watching, the match is about to start."

Jiang Ci then straightened up.

He glanced at the red jersey Wen Ning was wearing.

The more I look at it, the more I dislike it.

"This dress is horribly ugly."

He commented.

then.

He did something even more scream-inducing.

He grabbed a white spare jersey from the back of the bench chair next to him.

That's his number.

11 number.

"Raise your hands."

Wen Ning: "Huh?"

Before she could react...

Jiang Ci simply pulled the white jersey over her head.

Pull it down.

The oversized white jersey covered the red jersey.

It was completely covered up.

It completely covered up the glaring "enemy" sign.

Wen Ning poked his head out from his collar.

Her hair was a mess, making her look like a little lion with its fur standing on end.

Jiang Ci reached out and helped her tidy her hair.

I looked at her with satisfaction at the color that belonged to her.

And there's a big "11" on the back.

"Wear this."

He patted her head, his tone cheerful.

"Don't take it off."

"If you ever dare to wear another man's jersey again, I'll kiss you in public."

Wen Ning covered her mouth.

Watching his back as he turned and ran back to the court.

That white number 11 was dazzling under the lights.

She looked down at the same jersey she was wearing.

There's also the lingering, faint minty scent that belongs to him.

My heartbeat completely went haywire.