Chapter Twenty-Four: The Formal Encounter

  He Fang and Ke walked out of the gym, but accidentally bumped into Zhao Jun at the door, who was also the owner of the black umbrella, the one who triggered the conflict between me and Jiang Yun.

  "Brother! How did you come? Isn't there no Taekwondo training today?" Fang Wenke greeted Zhao Junxue familiarly, and I stood by and sized up the robust figure of Zhao Jun in front of me.

  "Ah, nothing much, I just want to practice by myself today. The day after tomorrow is the campus street dance promotion match and I'm in charge of the opening dance, so I need to rehearse."

  "Ah! So you're in charge of the opening dance, bro! I didn't know you could breakdance!" Fang Wenke said.

  "Hey, you used to pop and lock in freshman and sophomore year too, don't you forget that!" Zhao Jun's mouth corners slightly curved up, then he blushed and scratched his head.

  This is the first time I've seen Zhao Jun up close, from the first time I saw his back in the morning run to now, he looks no different from what I imagined, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, thick lips, quite like Zhao Youting's style, also a muscular man, but when he smiles, there are dimples.

  Zhao Jun doesn't look like a senior, but rather like a big kid, no wonder Jiang Yun would be so open with him.

  "This must be your girlfriend! No wonder you haven't been coming to practice Taekwondo lately, it turns out you have a side job!" Zhao Jun said.

  "Brother! Stop teasing me!"

  Fang Wenke's face was slightly flushed, he glanced at me and then introduced Zhao Jun to me.

  This was my first formal greeting with Zhao Jun, although it was the first time, but I and Zhao Jun seemed like old friends who had known each other for a long time, smiling at each other and nodding.

  I think the reason we can nod in agreement without feeling awkward is that we both understand each other's feelings about Jiang Yun liking Zhao Jun.

  But before I could tell Zhao Jun about the black umbrella, Fang Wenke took me away from the gym.

  Walking out of the main building, the sky had already darkened a bit. Although it was summer, as I watched the days gradually get shorter, it also hinted that autumn and winter were approaching soon.

  I and Fang Wenke had just walked a few steps from the school gate when a soft voice called out to us.

  I turned around, it was Li Yue. Of course, there was also Zhu Yang beside her.

  I stood there awkwardly, Fang Wenke was also at a loss for what to do in the face of this situation, then the two of us just stared blankly as Li Yue held Zhu Yang's hand and walked straight over here.

  "Unknown, I heard you're also participating!" Li Yue said.

  Li Yue's doll-like voice pierced straight into my eardrum, a sentence as ordinary as a greeting, yet it sounded both provocative and nauseating at this moment.

  "Alright, I'll participate." I replied with a poker face.

  "Are you into breaking? I heard from Zhu Yang that you were really into this dance style even back in high school, you're such a tomboy!" Li Yue said with a smile, covering her mouth with her slender right hand.

  At this moment, my heart is turbulent like a stormy sea, with countless wild horses galloping across the vast wilderness.

  What's wrong with my girlfriend? Is there a problem with me playing basketball? What's with this sour face of yours, are you trying to cause trouble? Do you have to protest like this?!

  Fang Wenke saw that I was holding back a surge of anger and didn't say anything, so he immediately chimed in and said: "My family's unnamed dance foundation isn't something to be trifled with, you'd better be careful on the day of the competition!"

  Li Yue saw that I didn't say anything, she had already achieved her goal of attacking me with language, so she didn't continue to say anything that would make me collapse.

  She said "see you later" to me and then pulled Zhu Yang away.

  In the last second before they left, I looked up at Zhu Yang, his face was still expressionless and calm.

  I actually hope Zhu Yang can say a few words, even if it's just a pre-match demonstration, because I really want to hear his voice, even if the words are heartbreaking.

  Fang Wenke seemed to see through what I was worried about, he patted my shoulder, sighed softly, and said: "If only you could let him go."

  I didn't respond, I just raised my head and smiled at him, saying: "I'm a capable man! Will I be tormented to death by such a small thing?"

  But in fact, my heart clearly told me that I had been tormented by this little thing to the point of being speechless.

  At this moment, I have ten thousand regrets about Fang Wenke.