The cleanest seawater is still deadly salty, and Gu Wenjuan coughed uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down her face.
"Enough," Mo Shu stood up, "Arguing over winning and losing with a beginner, and yet you are still the champion of the school’s won’s volleyball team."
Fang Tiantian was scolded and put on a wronged expression, saying, "How was I supposed to know she really couldn’t play at all?"
"You too," Mo Shu stepped forward, casting a cold glance at He Yong’er, "Every ti you hit the ball, it lands on soone’s face, turning such a beautiful face into this ss. That’s too much."
He Yong’er felt a bit weird hearing Mo Shu rebuke her like this.
In the past, it was always Mo Shu who bullied others, and it should have been her playing the good person.
How had everything reversed now?
Feeling manipulated like this was truly annoying.
Ever since Uncle Dong left, Princess Mo’s intelligence seed to have skyrocketed.
Could it be that quiet, reserved female bodyguard by her side advising her?
Or maybe... Qin An?
He Yong’er sneered internally, but replied, "I was just playing normally. Who knew Miss Gu couldn’t catch the ball, but her face caught every shot?"
Mo Shu gave her a cold glance then walked over to Gu Wenjuan, "Does it hurt?"
Gu Wenjuan’s face was a sorry sight, with a bruise on the left side, a scrape on the right, and traces of blood at the corner of her mouth.
Although these were minor injuries that wouldn’t leave scars, they obviously hurt a lot.
Gu Wenjuan choked up and said, "It’s... it’s okay, it’s my first ti playing, I should be much better next ti."
Mo Shu: "..."
Was this girl genuinely naive or just pretending?
After all this, she was still thinking about a next ti?
Qin An thought she seed sowhat pitiful, and Mo Shu shook his head, "Ji Yun, go get the first aid kit, I’ll wait for you at the café by the shore."
Ji Yun quickly nodded and ran off.
"You guys keep playing," Mo Shu said to He Yong’er and the others, then took Gu Wenjuan’s hand, "You need to say it if it hurts, otherwise no one will know you’re in pain."
Gu Wenjuan was sowhat flattered, looking at Mo Shu holding her hand, she subconsciously wanted to pull it back.
In fact, she did pull away, but this made Gu Wenjuan even more anxious, saying, "It does hurt a bit, but it’s normal to get injured when you’re learning to play, next ti it will surely be better."
He Yong’er and Fang Tiantian heard this and their lips twitched, "Does this Gu Wenjuan really not realize that we are bullying her on purpose?"
"How could she not realize? She probably thinks Princess Mo is soft-hearted, and saying things like this might make her feel sympathetic."
"How naïve."
"How foolish."
...
Beside the coast, there were small bridges leading straight to the vast sea, open from all sides, from where one could crouch down, stretch out a hand, and touch the ocean, if lucky, even see a dolphin, where the blue ocean ets the sapphire sky, the scenery uniquely beautiful.
Seagulls flew back and forth, and under a large white parasol were coffee tables and chairs, where Mo Shu led Gu Wenjuan to sit down, and Ji Yun soon brought the first aid kit.
Under Gu Wenjuan’s panic-stricken gaze, Mo Shu personally took so cotton and iodine and said, "Actually, I’m quite envious of you."
Gu Wenjuan felt uneasy, "Princess is surrounded by so many people every day, looks so beautiful, and I can’t do anything right or accomplish anything, please don’t make fun of ."
"But so people do like you just the way you are," Mo Shu faintly smiled, "Yu Siqiao acts high and mighty, doesn’t care about anything, calling him cold-hearted and ruthless is praising him, but he has always kept such a close watch over you. Haven’t you ever wondered why?"
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