Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

Jiang Xiaohan said almost everything she could to say, and every single word she uttered mentioned Shen Yu.

She knew Shen Yu was the person she cared about most, so she hoped this would awaken Lin Anran and prevent her from acting impulsively...

At this moment, Tang Yuting was speechless, completely stunned, her eyes fixed on Lin Anran's retreating figure, her face filled with terror...

Is this guy crazy?

He's carrying a utility knife around? What's he planning to do?

Luckily I didn't provoke her further... This person is definitely mentally unstable...

Jiang Xiaohan felt like her tongue was about to get tied in knots, but she kept trying to comfort Lin Anran.

As she spoke, she increased the pressure on her hands, trying to pull Lin Anran, who was standing tense in place, back.

But Lin Anran's strength suddenly became astonishing; she couldn't pull her at all...

Shen Yu, on the field, seemed to keenly sense the unusual atmosphere on the sidelines.

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards Lin Anran's direction.

He stopped moving his ankle, faced Lin Anran, then raised his hand, palm down, and gently pressed down twice...

It was clearly a gesture for Lin Anran to sit down, and he realized that Lin Anran seemed to want to come over...

Lin Anran saw it.

At that moment, the icy, menacing aura emanating from her seemed to be gently pressed down by that hand.

Her chest heaved a few times, the bloodlust and madness in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a deeper heartache and worry...

She finally began to relax little by little.

Jiang Xiaohan keenly noticed her change, and the huge weight in her heart finally lifted. She quickly seized the opportunity to pull her arm harder, softening her voice:

"Come on... sit down. The most important thing is not to worry the class monitor or cause him any trouble, right?"

This time, Lin Anran did not resist.

She gave a soft "hmm" and then, following Jiang Xiaohan's guidance, slowly sat back down on the stone bench.

Jiang Xiaohan also breathed a sigh of relief, plopped back down next to Lin Anran, feeling her back soaked with cold sweat...

A few seconds later, Lin Anran turned her head, looked at Jiang Xiaohan, and extended her hand, palm up.

"knife."

Jiang Xiaohan was taken aback by her sudden request. She hesitated, still vivid in her mind how Lin Anran looked like she wanted to kill someone. The knife in her hand was like a ticking time bomb.

If we give it to her now, what if she sees something exciting on the field and can't control herself?

Lin Anran noticed Jiang Xiaohan's hesitation.

She didn't speak, but her outstretched hand remained suspended in mid-air.

But the calmer it was, the more uneasy Jiang Xiaohan felt.

Forget it, it's hers to begin with. If I don't give it back, she might get angry, and I won't be able to handle it...

"Here you go..." Jiang Xiaohan finally placed the knife carefully in Lin Anran's outstretched palm.

Lin Anran took the knife and put it into her bag.

On the field, the game resumed after a brief pause and argument.

Shen Yu clearly stated that they could continue, while Chen Liming vehemently denied that it was intentional, so the match could only be played on despite the pressure.

Chen Liming stood in his own half of the court, watching Shen Yu insist on playing, a smug, malicious smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He felt his kick just now was absolutely brilliant; it not only made Shen Yu suffer, but he also didn't think he'd left any leverage over him...

Perhaps... we can use the same trick again later?

Let Shen Yu know the consequences of provoking him.

Judging from Shen Yu's expression, what kind of trouble could he possibly cause?

They're going to win this game!

He was already imagining in his mind how he would mock Shen Yu after winning, and how he would show off in front of Tang Yuting and his abnormal girlfriend...

However, he did not notice that

The atmosphere on Shen Yu's side was completely different.

Hong Tiexiong and the others surrounded Shen Yu, their expressions serious, staring intently at Chen Liming, their eyes already blazing with anger...

The game continues.

The ball is in Shen Yu's team's possession.

Shen Yu held the ball beyond the three-point line. His steps were slightly sluggish due to ankle pain, but his dribbling rhythm remained stable.

Chen Liming immediately pressed close, wearing that nauseating, fake smile of concern, while his feet were constantly making small movements, and he even tried to trip Chen Liming's injured right foot.

"Shen Yu, watch your step, don't fall again," Chen Liming said in a low, sarcastic tone.

Shen Yu ignored him, not even glancing at him.

He simply turned slightly to the side, using his shoulder to block Chen Liming's pressure, and at the same time flicked his wrist to pass the ball to Hong Tiexiong, who had moved up high.

Hong Tiexiong received the ball near the free-throw line; his massive frame resembled a small mountain.

Seeing that the ball was no longer in Shen Yu's hands, Chen Liming immediately wanted to help defend or double-team Hong Tiexiong.

He was about to squeeze past Shen Yu when, just as their bodies were about to pass each other, Shen Yu suddenly took a half-step to the side, seemingly unintentionally.

This seemingly insignificant half-step happened to be right on Chen Liming's path to sprint forward.

Moreover, when Shen Yu moved, his injured right ankle twisted slightly outward, and his center of gravity swayed as well.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Chen Liming slammed solidly into Shen Yu's raised elbow.

Shen Yu staggered back two steps from the impact, a hint of pain flashing across his face, but he quickly regained his balance.

Chen Liming fared much worse; his sprint was quite powerful, and Shen Yu's hard elbow joint made his chest feel tight.

More importantly, Shen Yu's sideways movement also tripped him.

He instantly lost his balance, cried out "Ouch!" and tumbled forward like a rolling gourd.

I slid firmly for a short distance on the rough ground, and my elbows and knees instantly started burning...

"Wait a moment!"

Chen Liming's teammate stopped the match, but he couldn't see it very clearly. It seemed like Chen Liming had charged too recklessly and crashed into the opponent, while Shen Yu just seemed to have lost his balance...

Chen Liming scrambled to his feet, staring at his bleeding, lacerated elbow. Shocked and furious, he pointed at Shen Yu and roared:

"You did that on purpose!"

Shen Yu clutched his ribs, his brows furrowed slightly, his voice carrying just the right amount of helplessness:

"My foot hurt and I couldn't stand steadily, so I bumped and bruised myself while playing ball. Isn't that normal?"

"you!"

Chen Liming's face turned bright red, and he trembled with anger.

Chen Liming stood up, preparing to endure and continue. He vowed to take revenge!

The game continues.

It was as if Shen Yu and the others had flipped a switch.

In the following rounds, Chen Liming began to encounter unexpected events frequently.

While defending, Li Haoyang accidentally turned around and his elbow hit Chen Liming in the lower back, making him wince and lose the ball.

Sun Jianchao was grabbing a rebound when he lost his balance while jumping. His knee accidentally hit Chen Liming's outside thigh, causing Chen to stumble upon landing.

After each collision, they would immediately put on an "sorry" or "it wasn't intentional" expression.

Chen Liming tried several times to get revenge, intending to use the same underhanded tactics he had used against Shen Yu.

But every time he had a thought or wanted to do something underhanded to Shen Yu, Hong Tiexiong's massive body would block his way like a wall.

In another attack, Chen Liming finally managed to shake off Hong Tiexiong, received a pass from his teammate, and tried to force his way to the basket.

Just as he jumped, Hong Tiexiong also jumped up from the other side to block, and the two bodies collided violently in mid-air.

"Bang!"

Chen Liming felt like he had been hit by a truck. He sat down hard on the ground, his chest aching terribly, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

After landing, Hong Tiexiong swayed slightly, then steadied himself and reached out to help him, saying:

"Ouch, you jumped too hard, are you alright?"