My heart felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, suffocating and terribly uncomfortable.
Ning Xixi vigorously shook her little head to scatter those ssy thoughts.
After washing up, she went to school with her backpack.
The spot belonging to Ji Yebai was empty.
A mont of distraction flickered in Ning Xixi’s moist, shiny black eyes.
Where had he gone...
Throughout the day’s classes, Ning Xixi was listless.
But coincidentally, the afternoon was the ti for the tennis tournant preliminaries. As a mber of the sports departnt, she had to sharpen her spirits to participate.
The competition was held at Muying High School. When Ning Xixi arrived, Xiao Xichen was energetically pumping everyone up—
"Classmates, let’s bring out the energy we have when eating at at our gatherings and sweep over our competitors! Let’s show off our style and vigor, take them down like twenty pounds of beef! Win a match, and add two more pounds!"
The foodies’ eyes glead, "Okay, okay, okay!"
The competition quickly comnced.
The professional athletes had a decent win rate, while the amateurs were pretty much making up the numbers.
Especially Ning Xixi, she hadn’t really had any expectations, but surprisingly she still won against two people.
Facing the third opponent—a professionally trained athlete—she lost as expected.
Coming off the court, mbers of the sports departnt ca to console her.
"It’s okay, it’s okay, friendship first, competition second!"
"It doesn’t matter if you lost, don’t take it to heart!"
Embarrassed, Ning Xixi stuck out her tongue, "It’s my treat for the at! However many points I lost, that’s how many pounds we’ll eat!"
"Hahaha, great!"
The belated Dong Yingluo had a grim expression on her face when she saw this scene.
In the past, she was the star surrounded by everyone else, but now Ning Xixi had taken her place.
She snorted heavily through her nostrils and bent down to tie her shoelaces.
The mbers of the sports departnt found Dong Yingluo to be arrogant and didn’t really bother with her, except for Xiao Xichen, who greeted her, "Yingluo, you’re here."
"Yep."
"It’s almost your turn, you have good skills, do your best to earn a spot!"
Dong Yingluo’s lips curled into a smile, "Of course, my tennis skills were taught by Master Ji Yebai."
Her voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for Ning Xixi to overhear, seemingly intentional.
Ning Xixi turned her head, just to et Dong Yingluo’s slightly challenging gaze.
Her eyes lingered on Dong Yingluo intently.
She was loosely dressed in a man’s jacket, which made her 168cm height seem delicate and exquisite.
Her heart felt tightly clenched; Ning Xixi’s face, flushed from exercise, turned paler and paler...
That jacket, it was the one she picked out for Ji Yebai yesterday...
Why... why is it on Dong Yingluo?
Did he voluntarily drape it over Dong Yingluo himself?
What does it an for a man to give another woman his clothes in the night...
Watching Ning Xixi’s face rapidly lose its color, Dong Yingluo’s eyes and brows held a smugness.
Entering the court, Dong Yingluo ca out triumphant after the match.
When she returned to the resting area to drink water, not a single person approached her, and her slender, fair fingers clutched the mineral water bottle tightly!
Why was she no longer the center of everyone’s attention?
Her gaze shot fiercely towards Ning Xixi, who looked wilted like a frostbitten eggplant, lacking vigor, yet there were still people joking and chatting with her, creating an atmosphere Dong Yingluo envied with jealousy and hate!
She dropped her tennis racket and strode over to Ning Xixi.
In her hand, she didn’t forget to carry that jacket, flaunting it ostentatiously.
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