Chapter 85.2: This Chapter Is Kind of Sweet
The game soon began, with Qin
Qianyu and his team playing fiercely.
The company had selected five of
the toughest men from its vast staff to play, and Qin Qianyu and his team had a
tough time. Chu Qianmiao ran to buy some water and invited everyone to drink
during halftime. She also prepared water for the accountant and lawyer, who
thanked her warmly.
Accountant Tang Jie had been bumped
into and fallen while playing, scraping his palm. Chu Qianmiao had just gone to
buy some water when she saw some Band-Aids for sale and bought one. She handed
Tang Jie the water as well.
Tang Jie's face was filled with
gratitude and touched, and he kept thanking her. Chu Qianmiao felt a little
embarrassed, saying, "No, no, no, it's really just a small favor."
Ren Yan sat on a long stone bench
in the rest area, watching a few people nearby happily chatting and drinking
water. He watched Chu Qianmiao, as warm and helpful as ever, pass everyone
water and towels. He remembered that she had once offered him water and a towel
after he had just finished playing basketball, just like now. That was the
second time she had impressed him.
A deep impression.
It was before he graduated, and the
school was organizing a basketball tournament. He hadn't wanted to participate.
Every time he left the court, he was already exhausted, and he had to deal with
the younger students who surrounded him. He felt it would be better not to
play, so he could have some peace and quiet. But this time, the teacher
personally came to him, saying that only if he played could their department's
victory be guaranteed.
He thought, then, go for it.
The day of the game was just like
every other day, with a large crowd and a lively atmosphere. The only annoying
thing was that every time he scored, the screams of the girls in the audience
were so loud that they made his ears vibrate.
Afterwards, the game was over, and
they won without a doubt. As soon as he left the court, many younger students
came to him, offering him water and towels.
He didn't want to accept any of
them. But as he glanced at the faces, he suddenly spotted someone familiar.
He quickly remembered her. The
freshman girl who had played three roles in the lecture hall, changing her
voice and appearance to answer questions.
He stretched out his arms toward
her and took the water and towel from her arms. She immediately broke into a
goofy giggle, a chuckle, baring her neat little white teeth. Her ponytail made
her look small and tender, and her smile curved into a charming, innocent, yet
clever expression.
The others stepped aside, leaving
her alone.
She beamed, flattering him with
praise for his impressive playing style, his wisdom, his prowess, his stature,
his handsomeness, calling him the soul of the team, the sun of the team, the
god of the team.
He listened with a stern face,
though a little on the verge of laughter escaped him.
He was truly impressed by this
girl's ability to flatter someone in a refreshingly refined, natural, and
amusing way. He usually hated flattery, but she surprisingly wanted to hear
her.
His expression remained tense, and
she gradually grew a little embarrassed, beginning to force herself to engage
him in conversation.
He found it amusing, but he kept it
to himself, deliberately responding to her questions with a noncommittal air.
In reality, he was willing to listen to her continue, wanting to see what else
she could say.
Suddenly, her eyes rolled, and she
blinked as she asked, "Senior, we've met before. Do you remember me?"
He unscrewed the bottle of water
she'd offered him, took a sip, then put it back on, pretending not to know what
she was talking about. "Hmm."
She wasn't discouraged by his
apparent lack of memory. With vibrant energy and a twinkling eye, she helped
jog his memory. "It was just before, in the big lecture hall, I answered,
I answered three questions by myself. Do you still remember me?"
He watched her pale face, its
expression shifting in an instant, incredibly lively and agile.
He couldn't contain himself anymore
and nodded, "Yeah, I remember."
She immediately clapped her hands
and said excitedly, "Senior, look how fateful we are, aren't we? We meet
again so soon, hahaha."
He wanted to tease her,
deliberately teasing her, "Didn't you come all the way to see me?"
Her smile faltered, but she
immediately laughed again, "Ah, this, hahahahahaha, this, isn't, the,
important, thing is, seeing each other again is fate, senior."
He was truly impressed by her
ability to make up stories; she had almost convinced him it was fate.
Suddenly, a basketball flew behind
her. Someone on the next court had dribbled the ball away.
He rushed forward, grabbed her
waist in a panic, and pulled her aside, raising his other hand to deflect the
ball.
When he looked down again, the girl
was leaning on his arm, grinning like a little nympho. But he didn't seem
bothered.
She stood up straight, still
grinning, and stepped away from his arms.
He also thought that she was not
completely infatuated with him. If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't
leave so actively.
She returned to her previous
position, stepping back a little to try to make eye contact with him, stepping
onto the platform at the edge of the court.
She had grown taller, reaching his
level, and said with a smile, "That ball just now flew so well! I wish it
would hit me again."
He knew what she meant; that way he
could continue to hold her waist and lead her away.
Just as he was about to laugh, the
basketball actually came flying back towards him.
He thought she had a bad mouth.
He said, "Be careful,"
but before he could reach out to help her away, she ducked down with incredible
agility.
The ball hit him square in the
face.
When she stood up again, she looked
dazed. His nose was bleeding, and his face was swollen and painful, probably
from the swelling. His classmates came over to help him look up, half-carrying
and half-supporting him to the infirmary.
The girl followed him. After
stopping the bleeding in the infirmary, he quietly stood up and opened the
door. Outside the door was a white curtain. The girl behind the curtain,
unaware that the infirmary door was already open, was bitterly lamenting her own
stupidity to her classmates. He stood inside, leaning against the wall by the
door, arms folded, listening to her lamentation, a silent curl of his lips as
he listened.
"Do you think I'm too stupid?
Why am I so agile? I was clearly thinking, 'Let another ball knock me out.' It
didn't matter if it didn't, as long as it hit me, so I could feign
unconsciousness and fall into his arms, right?"
"But then, ahhhh, as soon as I
heard the word 'careful,' my body completely lost control. ahhhh, it betrayed
me. It actually reacted on its own and dodged."
"This is all my childhood
friend's father, my godfather. It's all his fault. He's the physical education
teacher. He trained me and my childhood friend since we were young, making us
too agile and tough."
He leaned against the wall by the
door, listening and laughing. He had never been so emotionally exposed before.
He thought this girl was truly fascinating.
"Tell me how unreliable I am
in Senior's eyes. Just a moment ago, I was hoping for another ball, and then it
actually came, and he yelled, 'Be careful!' I dodged, and I was fine, but it
hit him and disfigured him. This is so embarrassing! Help! It's over! Senior
must be pissed off with me! Forget it! I won't wait for him to come out. I
can't face him."
Upon hearing this, he quickly
pulled the curtain aside and walked out. But she had already run off with her
classmates, running like a madwoman, as if she couldn't face him anymore.
It was a long time before he saw
her again. She was helping others.
The sound of laughter from the
others chatted lingered in his ears, drawing him out of his memories.
He watched her offer Liu Lifeng
some water, asking if he wanted to drink it or not. Liu Lifeng's face was
filled with disgust, but then a blush crept up.
He narrowed his eyes.
After all these years, he longed
for her to offer him a drink again. He called out to Liu Lifeng, who turned
around.
He waved at him, "Come
here."
Liu Lifeng, breathless, ran to Ren
Yan's side and asked, "Boss, what's up?"
Ren Yan stood up from the stone
bench. "You take a break. I'll cover for you in the second half."
Liu Lifeng wiped the sweat off his
face and said, "Boss, thank you so much! My throat is really raw from
running."
Chu Qianmiao turned around and saw
Liu Lifeng plop down on the long stone bench. She also saw Ren Yan stand up
from the bench.
He unzipped his sports jacket and
took off his shirt.
He wore a short-sleeved sports
T-shirt underneath. His arms, exposed to the air, were slender and
well-proportioned. As he stretched his chest, the muscles on them revealed
their distinct texture.
Chu Qianmiao thought he glanced
down at her as he passed her.
Then he brushed past her shoulder
and walked onto the court.
He was a different person the
moment he stepped onto the court. His gentle aloofness vanished, and with his
powerful ball-handling and layups, he became unstoppable.
Chu Qianmiao watched Ren Yan from
the sidelines. The present seemed to gradually overlap with the past, and she
felt as if she had returned to a few years ago, to spring, and to him and her.
He was on the court, and she, an unknown junior, was beside herself, captivated
by his handsomeness.
He scored another goal. A roar of
wind in her ears shattered the overlapping time, and she returned to the real
world. The spectators cheered loudly for him. He had indeed played well, and
deserved the cheers. Even many of the female employees at the company had
switched sides, clearly abandoning their colleagues on the court and
enthusiastically cheering on the "so handsome" CEO Ren.
She found it amusing from the
sidelines. How could they be so much like her from years ago?
Suddenly, he turned and glanced
over from the court. The female employees standing beside her blushed with
excitement, huddling together to exclaim, "CEO Ren is so handsome, so
good-looking, and so good at fighting!" The ball suddenly slipped from his
grasp, tumbling to her feet. She blocked it with her foot, bent down to scoop
it up, and stood up.
Ren Yan was hooking his finger at
her. His body language was saying, "Come here, pass the ball to me."
She pointed back at her nose.
Me?
He hooked his finger at her again.
Yes, you.
Behind her, Liu Lifeng couldn't
help but exclaim, "Chu Qianmiao, why are you taking so long? Hurry and
give the ball to President Ren! You're holding onto it, waiting for it to give
birth to your pups. You're usually as clever as a monkey, but now you're as
clueless as a pig."
Chu Qianmiao didn't bother to turn
around and yell at him. She quickly ran onto the court with the ball and handed
it to Ren Yan.
"Leader, give it to you."
A sense of honor, having accomplished a glorious mission, welled up in her.
Ren Yan took the ball and patted
it. The ball hit the ground and bounced, then hit again, bounced again,
thumping and thumping in rhythm with his heartbeat.
He suddenly smiled at her in this
rhythmic rhythm.
In that smile, she seemed to see
the beautiful teacher from back in the day.
"Just throw the ball over
here. No need for anyone to come all the way here."
""
Looking at that smile now, Chu
Qianmiao felt a bit gullible.
Boss, Damn you!
The author has something
to say: Ren Yan just glanced at you in the crowd, and look, your heart went
numb, your hands went numb, and the ball just rolled out of your hands.
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