Chapter Eighty-One

  As far as the eye can see.

  How could I have forgotten? If it was an old acquaintance of Ye Chenyi's, then as his childhood friend, Xiao Shi would naturally also be familiar with him.

  A little poem with a smiling face, I looked at her curly long hair tied up in a ponytail, she elegantly brushed a few strands of hair behind her ears, if I didn't know a thing or two about the danger of this girl, I would have thought she was an exceptionally innocent and delicate little girl.

  Ye Chenyi's face, still with beads of sweat, didn't show any change. As for Xiaoshi's insertion, he neither showed excitement nor disgust, but just felt that the corners of his lips were curved a bit too formally.

  I took a glance at Ye Chenyi, who also had long hair in a ponytail, and then looked at Xiaoshi again, shaking my head. Xiaoshi, no matter how beautiful you are, you can't compare to Ye Chenyi.

  "Oh, really?" Unexpectedly, compared to Ye Chenyi, Xiu Yan's attitude towards Xiaoshi was a world of difference. If he was originally just cold and arrogant with a good self-image, now he seemed to be disgusted even by Xiaoshi's face. Xiaoshi bumped into him, let out an awkward giggle, then turned around and said intimately: "Xiaofei, earlier we were paired up against each other, right? Youxuan's match is about to end soon, it's our turn next."

  I weakly pulled at the corners of my mouth. How could I have forgotten that in front of Ye Chenyi, Fang Shiyin was a well-behaved girl?

  Was the grouping just done? Why do I only know about Ye Chenyi's match, but not even Yu Xuan's? I glanced at Ye Chenyi, who smiled slightly. My first impression was that it was encouraging, but thinking again, Ye Chenyi has always been very polite and distant to me, how could this be?

  "Hmm, it's indeed a worthwhile match to watch." Xiu Yan crossed her arms and smiled wryly, "Chen Yi, let's go take a look together." Hmm, just a moment ago they were as close as brothers, but now, although they seemed affectionate, anyone with discerning eyes could see right through it - these two people were simply calculating each other.

  All teasing and sarcasm are clear and implicit without dirty words.

  I gave the sky a weird look and thought, I'd better not get involved in the open and secret struggles among the nobles.

  When I was dragged by Xiaoshi to the other side of the tennis court for girls, I glanced at the notice on the bulletin board and found a match schedule posted. Mu Yutuan VS XXX was listed below, followed by Cheng Xiaofei VS Fang Shihui. Looking at the arrangement, I thought to myself that even if I didn't end up playing against Xiaoshi, I would definitely want to play against the girls from Class A.

  You Xuan just finished hitting the last ball, winning 6:0. I couldn't help but smile wryly, pulling my hand out of Xiao Shi's grasp, tossing her a towel and handing over a bottle of water. I whispered in his ear, "Don't you think it's despicable to use your fighting skills to bully a little girl?" She shrugged indifferently, flashing a smile, "Rather, look at Fang Shiyin's attitude, if you don't play seriously, you won't be able to beat her."

  "It's okay if I lose."

  "Alright, as long as you can bear being teased by those girls for a few more days."

  We waited for her happy smiling face, and hummed softly. You Xuan patted my shoulder, handed me the racket, and said "Fight!" I smiled back at him.

  I tapped my racket to loosen up the stiff joints that hadn't been exercised in a while, and rubbed my eyes which were still sleepy from the scorching sun. I forced a smile and walked slowly onto the court. The referee was a boy from Class A, with a bright and cheerful smile, somewhat resembling Ye Fenghua. What relieved me was that he didn't give Xiaoshi and me different looks.

  Ah, how lucky, even if it's not a girl from Class A, it would still be a problem if it were a girl from Class B.

  I pulled up the cuffs of my jacket and shivered, ah, it's so cold. Suddenly, I got a lot of goosebumps. The first serve wasn't mine, and while I was still lamenting about my poor skin, that little yellow ball had quickly flown in front of me. Although I'm enthusiastic about tennis, at least I won't give my shots any names - I don't have any special moves, because for me, playing tennis is just about hitting the ball back.

  Suddenly thoughts ran out far away, hadn't had time to think more, the body naturally and conditionally reacted, "huh, that was close".

  It seemed like I heard the girl opposite me getting angry, so I gently tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear. Xiao Shi gave a sly smile and took advantage of the break to play with this racket for a bit. But why did Xiao Shi's expression look like he was facing his arch-nemesis?