Quick Transmigration: So the Green Tea Sister Stole the Male Lead

Not long after Cen Fang took the hair tie, it was his turn to go on stage.

"Wait for me to come back."

Cen Fang took off his light coat and put it in You Fu's arms, and then let You Fu hold his water glass.

Looking at his bewildered yet obedient younger sister, Cen Fang felt an overwhelming surge of emotion.

"Aren't you going to say 'good luck' to your brother?" Cen Fang asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmph, don't come back if you lose." Yuf deliberately avoided looking at him.

Cen Fang squatted down and looked You Fu's face up from below: "How could I possibly lose? Don't you know how amazing your brother is?"

"Okay, let's go."

Yuf impatiently stomped on his sneakers.

Cen Fang: "Tsk, only you dare to step on me. I'm off then, don't wander off. Wait for me to come back."

Yuf was left on the sidelines, her face flushed and her heart pounding.

A pretty young girl is at the age when she is just beginning to experience romantic feelings. Who could resist being seduced by a handsome boy like this?

Cen Fang's words and ambiguous actions made You Fu's heart flutter like a kitten.

She has recently begun to feel that the boys who have been by her side since childhood have become somewhat different.

His features gradually matured, his height increased, and his face transformed from delicate to handsome and profound.

On the way home yesterday, Youfu was sitting in the back seat with He Qingsong as usual. When they turned a corner, someone rushed over. The driver quickly stopped the car. He was furious and got out to argue with the person.

Do you even know he's carrying two precious gold nuggets in his car?! If they get bumped or scratched, does he even care about his life?

Yu Fu lost her balance and slumped into He Qingsong's arms.

He Qingsong held her waist firmly, and Youfu bumped into his chest.

"Um?"

Yuf instinctively touched it a couple of times. It wasn't particularly firm, but she could already feel the outline of the muscles, which was completely different from its previous thin appearance.

Yu Fu, who used to hug and cuddle with He Qingsong, was quite surprised by He Qingsong's changes: "When did you become so well-endowed?"

Her white fingers poked He Qingsong's chest a few times.

"Don't touch me."

He Qingsong, his voice hoarse, took her hand off his and held it.

"Huh? Why can't I touch it?" Yuf protested, poking him with her other hand.

He Qingsong was forced to retreat steadily and could only grasp both of Youfu's wrists:

"Stop bullying me, Yuf."

The boy's dark eyes stared at her, inexplicably making Yuf blush and her heart race.

The driver got back into the car, unaware that the atmosphere between the young master and young lady in the back seat had become strange.

Thinking about what happened yesterday, Yuf's already pink cheeks turned even redder.

On the other side, Cen Fang was bumped by Gu Yibo's shoulder as soon as he stepped onto the field.

Gu Yibo didn't pull back his strength, and Cen Fang winced from the impact: "Are you crazy?"

Gu Yibo snorted coldly, staring at the light blue lace hair tie on his wrist as if trying to bore a hole through it.

Cen Fang grinned and raised his hand, rubbing his handsome face against the hair tie:

Don't be too envious.

This almost caused the two top players from Class A to come to blows before the match, but fortunately, they both remembered to show off in front of Yuf, so they didn't end up fighting.

The victory came with Cen Fang's final three-pointer, which landed in Class A's favor.

He wasn't interested in celebrating and hugging his teammates; instead, he ran to the rest area to show off to Yuf.

Cen Fang's coat was placed on You Fu's lap, and the girl's fair fingers obediently held his water glass.

Cen's heart was pounding.

Sometimes he could tell that Yuf was pretending to be obedient on purpose, but he just fell for it. Every time Yuf called him "brother" in a soft voice, he would get carried away and give her anything.

Just like now—

"Brother, would you like some water?"

Yuf is being coy again.

Her soft, fair cheeks still had a touch of baby fat, making you want to pinch them.

Cen Fang walked up to her, casting a shadow that completely enveloped her: "Isn't my brother handsome?"

"So cool!"

Yuf praised him sincerely.

A handsome young man with long arms and legs, and striking good looks, really looks cool running on the court.

The wind generated by running lifted his vest, revealing his fair abs as he jumped.

Cen Fang took the water bottle from You Fu's hand, took a big gulp, and was about to say something when Gu Yibo pushed him aside.

Gu Yibo sat down next to You Fu, still feeling the heat of the moment: "Princess, Princess, did you come all this way to watch me play ball? Isn't it much better than any of those He Qingsong concerts?"

Cen Fang retorted sarcastically, clearly annoyed, "If Fu Bao wants to look, she should look at me. What's it to you?"

Gu Yibo scoffed, "I've known the princess for much longer, okay? Who do you think you are?"

As the two bickered, Yuf listened with a smile.

She was used to her playmates arguing over her and found it quite amusing.

Anyway, no matter how much they argue, they won't drag the fighting into Yuf.

The other members of Class A gradually returned to the rest area and greeted Yuf. Some called her "Miss," some called her "School Beauty," and so on.

"Would our school beauty like to come to the victory celebration party later?"

"Do you want to go?" Cen Fang asked You Fu.

Despite being called a victory celebration banquet, it was nothing more than a gathering of aristocratic sons.

Yu Fu clutched Cen Fang's coat and smiled sweetly at the person who had invited her, "Okay."

The man blushed from the laughter and stood there dumbfounded.

Cen Fang suddenly realized that this friend, whom he had known for many years and had a good relationship with since elementary school, was someone he couldn't stand no matter how he looked at him, and he really wanted to kick him away.