deltrittennovels Chapter 140 After the Victory
Chapter 140 After the Victory
Xiao Yunqing stood on the sidelines, holding Song Huan's coat in her arms.
The people on the field hadn't left yet.
Zhao Qihang put his arm around Chen Xu's neck and spoke so loudly that it could be heard across half the playground.
Chen Xu was bent over by the tightness, but he was grinning.
Other teammates gathered around, some patting Song Huan on the shoulder, others ruffling his hair.
He struggled out of the crowd, his hair disheveled and the collar of his T-shirt askew.
He bumped fists with Zhao Qihang, patted Chen Xu on the back, and then turned to high-five the people on the bench.
He always had a smile on his face.
That kind of laughter wasn't a polite or courteous laugh; it came from the bottom of my heart and I couldn't suppress it.
With a smile on his lips and a smile in his eyes, he was radiant.
Standing on the sidelines, Xiao Yunqing watched that smile and felt happy too.
I can't explain why, I'm just happy, as if I'm the one who won.
Zhou Shan nudged her from the side, grinning, "Your turn."
Xiao Yunqing didn't react in time and was pushed and stumbled.
He rushed forward two steps, stopped, and stood right in front of Song Huan.
I looked up and met his eyes. His dark pupils reflected the bright stadium lights.
Her face turned red starting from her neck and down to the tips of her ears. She tugged at her coat and handed it out.
The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.
"I didn't realize you were so capable."
Song Huan took the coat, smiled, and asked, "Do you remember our promise?"
Xiao Yunqing's body stiffened for a moment.
He leaned closer, his voice so low that only she could hear it.
"If I win first place in the school competition, remember to grow your ponytail back."
She didn't say anything.
I looked at him for two seconds.
Then he snorted and turned to run away.
"Then let's see if you have the ability!"
Her short hair fluttered in the wind, and she walked quickly, as if afraid of being overtaken.
Song Huan stood there and smiled.
The next day, when Zhao Qihang returned to class, he didn't stop talking.
"You have no idea how critical the situation was at the time."
He stood in the aisle between the seats, gesturing with his hands, "Class 8 is leading by two points, with only a few seconds left. They still have the ball. Most people would have given up long ago, but who am I, Zhao Qihang?"
He patted his chest.
"Am I, Zhao Qihang, the kind of person who gives up? I yelled, 'Chen Xu, give me the ball!'"
Chen Xu sat in his seat, holding his math textbook up to cover his face.
Zhao Qihang didn't notice and continued blowing.
"After I got the ball, I used a crossover to get past the first one, then a spin move to get past the second one, and drove to the basket, facing that two-meter center from Class 8..."
"Class 8 doesn't have a two-meter center." Song Huan leaned back in his chair, his tone indifferent.
Zhao Qihang paused for a moment.
"1.9 meters, about right. Facing that 1.9-meter center, I didn't force my way in. Instead, I used an extremely subtle behind-the-back pass to Chen Xu, and then directed him to pass the ball to Song Huan outside the three-point line. And then..."
He spread his hands out, "Goal! Winner!"
He flicked his bangs, his expression incredibly flamboyant.
"With a single shout of my sword, Zhao Qihang, Class Four will first slay the number one in the world, then the number two, returning to the realm of terrestrial immortals. No. 1 High School, your king has returned! Fear it, tremble, be afraid, be apprehensive!"
Xiao Yunqing finally couldn't hold back anymore, "If it weren't for Song Huan, would you still be able to laugh right now?"
Zhao Qihang's smile froze on his face.
He turned to look at Song Huan, who was looking down at her textbook, secretly smiling.
Turning to look at Chen Xu, he saw that Chen Xu had raised his math textbook even higher, hiding himself behind it.
"Chen Xu, don't you think so?" Zhao Qihang patted Chen Xu's table.
A muffled voice came from behind the textbook, "I don't know anything."
"Chen Xu, you son of a bitch! I even passed you several good balls!"
Chen Xu ignored him and raised the textbook a little higher.
Zhao Qihang stood there, fuming.
Song Huan smiled, then lowered her head and continued flipping through her textbook.
Xiao Yunqing's thoughts drifted over, softly, with a hint of smugness.
[Song Huan is clearly the most capable.]
[The entire arena fell silent after that three-pointer.]
[I knew it would go in the moment he threw it.]
[I knew it.]
Song Huan was stunned for a moment, then her proud tail couldn't help but wag.
He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, and turned a page of his textbook, but didn't absorb a single word.
The school bell rang.
Lu Xu walked in through the front door and slammed his lesson plan onto the table.
The whole class fell silent.
He didn't rush to open the textbook; instead, he stood on the podium and glanced at the students below.
"You played well in yesterday's basketball game."
Zhao Qihang straightened his back and stared intently at the blackboard, looking every bit the model student.
"Especially that last game-winning shot." Lu Xu's gaze fell on Song Huan. "Song Huan, that three-pointer left the Class 8 homeroom teacher speechless."
The whole class laughed.
Zhao Qihang laughed the loudest, but Lu Xu glared at him, and he shrank back.
"Alright, class is in session." Lu Xu opened his textbook and wrote a line of text on the blackboard with chalk.
Song Huan lowered her head and turned to that page in her textbook.
The person next to me was also flipping through a textbook, doing so very quietly.
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye; she had her head down, her short hair hanging down the side of her face, and her ears were still red.
The chalk scratched on the blackboard.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling between the two people.
……
The remaining schedule has been posted.
Class 4 is in the upper bracket, and will face Class 15 in the semifinals.
Win and you'll advance to the finals; lose and you'll go home.
In the lower bracket, Class 1 and Class 6 are competing for the other spot in the finals.
On paper, Class 15 is the strongest.
Three physical education students: two track and field athletes and one basketball player.
They run fast, jump high, and are fierce in combat.
In Class Four, only Chen Xu was physically comparable to them.
Everyone else, including Song Huan, looked smaller than those people.
During the long break between classes, some people were running on the playground.
During a PE class in Class 15, the three PE students were warming up at the other end of the court.
Song Huan leaned on the corridor railing, watching from afar.
Zhao Qihang stood to his left, and Chen Xu stood to his right.
The three people were standing under the basket.
The tallest one, I'd estimate, is over 1.9 meters, and the muscle definition on his arms is very clear.
One was shorter, but very strong, with shoulders as broad as a wall.
There was also a tall, thin guy with long arms and legs who stood outside the three-point line and shot with very smooth movements.
The tallest one ran out from under the basket, caught the ball, dribbled once, and jumped.
He reached over the basket and gently placed the ball inside.
Zhao Qihang looked down at his belly.
"Holy crap!"
He pinched the flesh on his waist with his hand, loosened it, and then pinched it again.
He didn't say anything.
Chen Xu leaned against the railing, arms crossed over his chest.
After watching for a while, he spoke up, "It's going to be tough."
Zhao Qihang turned to look at him.
For Chen Xu to say "it's very difficult to fight," then it must be exceptionally difficult.
When Chen Xu was playing against Class 8, he never uttered a single word about how difficult it was.
Song Huan didn't say anything.
He looked at the three people on the other side of the court.
The tallest player calls for the ball with his back to the basket, catches it, turns around, and jumps.
The defender was pushed back a step, and the ball slipped from his hands into the net with ease, as if he were in training.
The strong guy had the ball at the top of the arc, dribbled twice, changed direction to get past his opponent. He wasn't fast, but he took big strides and got past his opponent in one step.
The slender player runs along the baseline, uses a screen to circle out, catches the ball and shoots a three-pointer, swish.
The three of them don't cooperate much, but each of them alone is enough to give others a hard time.
In Class Four, only Chen Xu could match the tallest one in terms of physique.
Of the others, Zhao Qihang was half a head shorter, and Song Huan was a full circle lighter.
Zhao Qihang leaned on the railing, his chin resting on the back of his hand, and remained silent.
Before every match, he used to get incredibly excited, drawing on his tactical board and shouting, "Crush them!"
I didn't say a word today.
They were probably wondering what tactics could possibly defeat the Black River Fleet.
……
(It's already the end of April before we knew it. Thank you all for your support along the way. I'll add three more chapters on the last day. I wish you all a happy May Day in advance. Also, remember to drink plenty of hot water. I've had a fever for the past few days and I feel terrible.)