Chapter 37: What Are You Doing?

  The next day was the monthly ranking match of Qingmu Academy, and Moki arrived at the tennis court of Qingmu Academy early in the morning. The venue was already packed with spectators.

  Due to the physical condition of the team members, the tennis ranking match is actually just a selection of eight regular players and does not require a true ranking. Therefore, only 16 people are eligible to participate in the ranking match, and these 16 players are also ranked based on their monthly practice match scores.

  Mo Qiqi wore a sports hat and found a spot with tree shade, leaning against the trunk to watch Long Yifeng's match from afar. How frustrating, why doesn't this tennis court have any stands? And they had to stand while watching.

  But probably also because there were too many matches going on at the same time, and there was only one show court for tennis, so I guess the end-of-month ranking match won't be held there.

  The baseball game next door was also in full swing, and Mo QiQi would occasionally glance over there, after all, she still had a crush on the straight-A student who could hit the ball through the iron net, but his several swings seemed to have decent strength.

  Did she learn how to control her strength? Moki wondered why this thought suddenly popped up in her mind.

  "Mo QiQi, I've finally caught up with you!" A panting voice came from beside Mo QiQi's ear. Mo QiQi looked in the direction of the sound and saw Feng Ling leaning against a tree trunk, gasping for breath, as if she had just run several hundred meters.

  "What's up?" Mo QiQi hadn't seen Feng Ling for a long time, and suddenly saw him. It really felt a bit unexpected.

  "It's nothing, I just haven't seen you in a long time, so I had to come over and ask. " Feng Ling took a deep breath, and by the time she stood up straight, her face was no longer red and she wasn't panting, making Mo Qiqi wonder if she really was from Shang Xiang Wen Institute.

  "What's up?" Mo QiQi smiled warmly. She hadn't seen any news about herself in the gossip papers for days, and it was indeed a bit lonely.

  On Qiqi's lovely face, her expression suddenly became very serious, and she said solemnly: "Qiqi, what's going on between you and Long Yifeng?"

  "What's going on?" Mo QiQi's eyelid twitched as she thought to herself, could this powerful gossip reporter have discovered something?

  "Are you guys getting back together and starting your sweet nothings again?" Feng Ling crossed her arms, saying indignantly, "Someone like Long Yi Feng, can you really tolerate him?"

  Mo Qiqi was taken aback, looking at Long Yifeng in the distance. Then she smiled and said: "He's actually not bad." It's really not bad, his recent performance has made her look at him with new eyes.

  Feng Ling was greatly disappointed, sighed and shook his head: "Unexpectedly, there's no inside story. Alas, I wish you two will become the model couple of the school in the future." After saying that, he turned around and left decisively.

  Mo Qi's mood was somewhat depressed. She and Long Yi Feng's feelings she herself had not figured out, still expecting someone to help her figure it out.

  Mokki couldn't understand the rules of tennis at all, but she just watched as Long Yifeng easily took down each game. There was no suspense whatsoever. However, he didn't seem to be underestimating his opponent because they were weak; every time he won a point, he would get very excited.

  Looking at the sunny and handsome face of Long Yi Feng, Mo Qi Qi couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Could she dare to imagine that this boy really liked her?

  Mo Qi was so absorbed in thought that she didn't even notice when someone stood beside her. It wasn't until Long Yi Feng finished his game and others took the field that Mo Qi came back to herself, realizing Luo Qi Xuan had been standing silently beside her all along.

  "Lu Qi Xuan, how did you get here? Don't you need to train for tomorrow's match?" Mo Qi Qi raised a smile and teased lightly. These people are all so strong, yet they're so relaxed, strolling around everywhere. Yeah, there's him, Long Yi Feng, and also that Chang Jing from yesterday.

  Alas, there's still a gap in strength. Mo QiQi tilted her head, carefully sizing up Luo QiXuan. He was the kind of person who looked very steady and calm at first glance. His features were somewhat deep-set, with high cheekbones and thick black eyebrows. His expression was often serious, and even though she had been with him in the same gymnastics club for two years, she had hardly ever seen him smile a few times.

  Yeah, this should be cool.

  However, Mo Qi Qi knew that Luo Qi Xuan was actually a very caring person after spending time together. Although they were the same age, she always seemed to be the more immature one.

  His strength is very clear. Although she practices rhythmic gymnastics, he practices artistic gymnastics, but the three words "Lu Qi Xuan" are the most hung on the lips of the club coach. Because his family does not allow him to become a professional athlete, he must complete his university studies. So he chose CMFU Academy, which can continue to practice gymnastics and participate in competitions while completing his studies.

  "Look who's here. You're really here." Luo Qi Xuan's low, cello-like voice came slowly, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

  Mo QiQi understood his implication, and for a moment she was speechless. At that time, her vow to beat Long YiFeng to death with a stick seemed still in her ears, but now she didn't have any such feelings.

  "I have a match tomorrow, remember to come and watch." Luo Qi Xuan casually threw out a sentence, then suddenly turned around and left.

  Mo Qi was taken aback, and only then did she notice that Long Yi Feng was jogging towards her from another direction. It seemed that Luo Qi Xuan didn't want to meet the latter, so he bid farewell to her.

  Sweat, remember to find a time to have a good talk with him, she also needs someone to help her think things through. Xia Xuan Yue is too far away, Bai Zi Qing isn't a very good person to confide in, Luo Qi Xuan although is a boy, but having been together for so long, should still be a trustworthy friend.

  "What are you thinking? Didn't you see this young master's cool spike?" Long Yifeng smiled brightly, his face full of "Praise me, praise me" expression.

  Long Yi Feng came over and immediately made Mo Qi Qi feel a wave of heat, causing her to furrow her brow. "See that, see that! Aren't you done with your match yet?" Mo Qi Qi noticed that he had already put away his racket in his tennis bag, which was slung over his shoulder.

  "Yes, the remaining one is in the afternoon." Long Yifeng wiped his sweat with the towel on his shoulder, although he didn't sweat much, but it was still hot enough to suffocate him. Looking at Mo Qiqi who wore a lake green stand-up collar shirt and white long pants, with hair clips of the same color system, Long Yifeng felt the cool water dragon bead aura on her body and couldn't help but take a step forward.

  "What are you doing?" Mo QiQi's eyes widened in surprise, and before she could react, she was swept into Long YiFeng's arms.