We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

Fate didn't give him a difficult choice; Thursday morning was for badminton, and Thursday afternoon for basketball.

Yan Shu's words did have an effect after all, and what's wrong with cheering for your class monitor?

Unlike her opponent Xie Shu's short skirt, she wore long pants, which made her look somewhat out of place, but it didn't stop her from attracting many students to watch.

Li Mubai didn't squeeze into the first row. Instead, he chose an inconspicuous high seat, just high enough to be seen. He wasn't going to actually run in and shout encouragement.

"Both players, get ready."

"Thank you, Shu!" "Keep it up!" "Thank you, Shu!" "Keep it up!"

If Xie Shu had a fan club, Chen Qiuhe might be appointed as its leader.

Standing on high ground, he had a panoramic view. He saw Xie Shu glance around, then slightly raise his head until he spotted him, just like Li Mubai did during the 1,000-meter race yesterday.

"Whoosh—The match begins, 0-0."

To save time, the school halved the duration of each badminton match, and the first player to reach 11 points won.

But the outcome of this match was almost certain; Xie Shu would simply concede two or three goals to the opponent to avoid losing face.

What a considerate girl...

"Whoosh—4 to 11, Xie Shu from Class 3 wins!"

During the break, Xie Shu left the stage.

Some boys, encouraged by their friends, boldly stepped forward to ask for contact information, and Li Mubai saw Tian Yulin in the crowd as well.

Sometimes being too good-looking isn't a good thing; it means constantly having to refuse other people's requests. Perhaps you could wear a sign around your neck that says:

"I refuse all advances or attempts to flirt with you."

Thinking of this, Li Mubai smiled unconsciously.

The person sitting next to Li Mubai glanced at him, then quietly moved away.

"Buzz!"

Qinghe: "Where are you? Why aren't you here to cheer for XS?"

Li Bubai: "Why did I come?"

Qinghe: "Why didn't you come?"

Li Bubai: "Why did I come?"

After repeating these sentences a few times, Chen Qiuhe suddenly sent him a photo.

Qinghe: "[jpg.] Who is this?"

Li Bubai: "This is me, but it's not me. I came, but I didn't come."

Qinghe: "Did they come or not?"

Li Bubai: "Buddha."

"Qiuhe, who are you chatting with? You look so happy."

"Oh, no."

She quickly put her phone away; as his deskmate, it was her duty to keep his secret.

Li Mubai could naturally see what was happening offstage, and he was also sweating bullets. If someone saw "xs", then he was doomed.

This so-called "Morse code" is nothing but a self-deceptive trick; everyone in the class can tell who it is at a glance.

Qinghe: "Remember to watch my basketball game this afternoon."

Li Bubai: "I'm not coming."

Qinghe: "Rebellious and defiant? Watch out, my fists don't discriminate."

Li Bubai: "Ha!!"

Qinghe: "What are you doing?"

Li Bubai: "I'm breathing on it, don't force me to react."

Haha, Chen Qiuhe suppressed a laugh, then quickly took a screenshot and saved it.

"call out--"

Li Mubai put down his phone, and Xie Shu's match continued.

There was no suspense in the women's singles; Xie Shu won the championship. Next up was the men's singles, where Feng Wanli, a quiet and good student, replaced Class 3.

"Shu, how are you? Tired?"

"There's... a little bit left."

"Then I'll go with you to rest."

"No need, Deng Yi, I can manage on my own."

After saying that, Xie Shu felt it wasn't enough, so he added, "Could you help me encourage the other students to cheer on the boys in Class 3?"

"Okay, Shu, go back and get some rest."

Xie Shu quietly left.

Should I go down and cheer for Feng Wanli?

Thinking of this, Li Mubai prepared to get up, but someone sat down before him.

……

"Squad leader, what brings you here?"

"I'm a bit tired after the match and want to rest for a bit."

"...Could we switch seats?"

"Can't I sit?" Xie Shu asked.

Li Mubai then realized he had misspoke; he meant to say that the two of them could go somewhere else.

"Sorry, class monitor, what I mean is we can go somewhere else."

"What happened here?"

Xie Shu looked around; it wasn't very obvious, and there was nothing special about it.

"Hmm—it's not a good place to watch the game."

He stammered and gave a reason that wasn't really a reason. Surely Chen Qiuhe couldn't have already discovered this place?

"Okay." Xie Shu readily agreed.

They found an even more inconspicuous place.

"Whoosh—both teams are in position."

The whistle blew, and Feng Wanli entered the field.

"Class monitor!" "Good luck!"

Li Mubai took out his phone and snapped a picture of Feng Wanli.

"Are you taking pictures?"

"Okay, let's take a picture as evidence."

After all, the boy cheered him on yesterday. Although he couldn't cheer him on with his voice, showing his support with his eyes in person was a token of his appreciation.

Taking photos was just to prove I was there, so that if someone said I didn't have any class honors, I could just throw the photos at them.

"Then you should appear on camera," Xie Shu said.

"No, no, I'm not very good at taking selfies."

"I'll take the picture for you."

Li Mubai remained silent, perhaps also struggling with his decision. Objectively speaking, his own appearance on camera would indeed be more compelling proof.

Xie Shu was always very patient with him, quietly waiting for his answer.

"Then... take a picture? Thank you, class monitor."

Li Mubai took out his phone and handed it to her.

"Use mine, it has better resolution, I'll take the picture and send it to you."

…I always feel like I've fallen into some kind of carefully woven trap.

Since things have come to this, what else can be said but to accept it?

"OK."

Li Mubai put away his phone, stood in front of Xie Shu, and turned his back to her.

"You need to turn around; you can't tell who it is just by looking at their back."

That seems to be true.

He turned around to face Xie Shu and secretly glanced at her.

Her expression was not as cold as usual; her eyebrows and eyes curved into a smile.

He looked away.

"Are you done yet, class monitor?"

"Do you want to make a gesture?"

No need, this is a photo to prove I was there, not a tourist photo.

"No need to trouble the class monitor."

"Um."

A minute later, after not hearing the "three, two, one" signal for taking photos, Li Mubai asked again, "Are you done yet, class monitor?"

"alright."

What?! Why isn't there a "three, two, one, cheese" sign? He didn't even manage his facial expressions properly. Should we take another one? After all, this is a photo that's about to be released, so it shouldn't be too ugly.

"Want to take another picture? Make a gesture?" Xie Shu asked.

Yes, yes, you understand me perfectly.

"Sure, thank you, class monitor."

Make a gesture.

Make a gesture...make a gesture...Li Mubai unconsciously raised his right hand and slowly made a V sign.

"Keep your expression natural."

Li Mubai abandoned his fake smile, his lips returned to their natural downward curve, and he looked away.

"Keep your eyes on the camera."

"Okay, sure."

Fortunately, Xie Shu blocked her face, otherwise he would have been even more nervous.

Hmm—why doesn't Xie Shu count to three, two, one when taking a picture? He waited for more than ten seconds but there was still no movement of taking a picture.

"Are you done yet, class monitor?"

"alright."

It really is...

"Whoosh—8 to 11, Feng Wanli from Class 3 wins!"