Reborn daughter against the world

Chapter 167: Just Do Your Best
"That's all the ambition." The man on the sofa held the iPad and glanced at him with disgust on his face. "You still don't want to take a shower, do you want to smoke me to death?"

"How dare you, this is called masculinity, if you don't believe me, you can smell it."

Even though he said so, Ling Xiaofeng still didn't dare to offend him, and obediently walked into the bathroom.

Soon, there came Ling Xiaofeng's teasing and revised bathing song from inside, "Wash Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Swah Uh Huh, Wash Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Uh Huh, one two three go, umm cold ah cold ah wait Ah wait, my heart is crazy, crazy, please take mine and send it back to me, eat mine and spit it out..."

The voice was light and mesmerizing, and the man sitting on the sofa couldn't help shaking his head. He dared to sing even though he was tone deaf. Who gave him the courage?
For the sake of his hard work all day, Ye Wushang didn't interrupt him and let him have fun.

After a long time, when the man on the sofa couldn't sit still, the noise stopped, and Ling Xiaofeng came out of the bathroom.

"Shang, otherwise you will teach me a trick so that I can win the championship in one fell swoop tomorrow."

"friendship first, competition later."

"Having said that, who doesn't want to win the championship! The old principal always thinks about it when he sleeps." Ling Xiaofeng sat beside him with a towel and wiped his wet hair.

"That Fang Yichen from Emperor No. [-] High School lost last year's championship. I heard that his game skills are even better this year."

Although this is gossip, Ling Xiaofeng still believes it. After all, his strength lies there.

"People are making progress, so don't you make progress?" Ye Wushang's every sentence was very sharp, piercing his heart.

"Yes, but the improvement is not as great as him. I heard that he will not shoot this year and become an avant-garde."

Ling Xiaofeng's voice was a bit helpless, his team was getting stronger and stronger, but their team was like a mess of sand, twisted together only at critical moments.

"Don't compare yourself to others, just do your best."

The man on the sofa stood up, turned off the iPad in his hand, and prepared to walk into the room.

"Well, don't worry about it, and I can't control so much, let it be fate!" Ling Xiaofeng put the towel on the table, "That kid Ding Xiaomo said that if he is really about to lose, he still has a powerful spare tire, I don’t know who it is? It’s mysterious, if it’s really omnipotent, it wouldn’t be you, would it?”

Ling Xiaofeng lay down on the sofa and stretched comfortably. The happiest moment of the day is lying on the sofa with Ge You.

"You think too much." Ye Wushang went back to his room after speaking, closed the door and took a shower.

At night, in the teacher's dormitory building, a black figure with strong skills started from the top of the seventh floor and stopped at the windows of every room.

In the dark night, those black eyes that could rival the stars in the sky looked unusually bright and sharp.

From the seventh floor to the third floor, nothing suspicious was found. The first floor of the second floor is the office.

Immediately afterwards, the black shadow ran to a new teacher's dormitory building next door unwillingly, but found nothing in the end.

In the blink of an eye, that black figure disappeared from that building without a trace.

On the second day of Emperor's No. [-] Middle School, the genius began to grow pale, and the playground was already bustling with activity. Those students arrived at school an hour earlier than usual.

Ling Xiaofeng stood up energetically from the sofa, and glanced at the tightly closed door.

He knew that if Shang wanted to see it, he would naturally wait and see somewhere, otherwise it would be useless to call him.

(End of this chapter)