We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

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Not bad, not bad at all. When zoomed in, you can even clearly see Feng Wanli in the background. The camera on the Apple phone is indeed good.

Come to think of it, Xie Shu was the first classmate he added on WeChat. Apart from his parents and family, his WeChat contacts were mostly relatives.

QQ is the most commonly used platform among classmates at school; WeChat is only used for payments.

"How is it?" Xie Shu asked.

"Okay, thank you, class monitor."

Now I can watch the game in peace. I had no idea how Feng Wanli won.

"call out--"

Feng Wanli returned to the field.

Wow, not bad for Feng Wanli. Although Li Mubai doesn't understand badminton, he felt that Feng Wanli had some skill based on his observations.

Feng Wanli fought his way to the finals.

"Autumn Sports Meet Finals! Grade 11! Feng Wanli from Class 3 vs. Xing Yi from Class 1, players, please come onto the field!"

Why is it Xing Yi again? Could this person also be a hexagonal warrior?

Hexagonal Warrior is a more youthful version of Hexagonal Warrior, referring to someone who knows a little bit about everything, but not someone who excels in all areas. (The above is purely Li Mu Bai's definition.)

I wonder who will win? I hope Xing Yi loses. This isn't a personal grudge, but rather his sense of class honor as the vice class monitor of Class 3, right?

"Class monitor."

Li Mubai decided to ask the badminton experts around him for the answer in advance, as he was rather sensitive.

"Um?"

"Hmm—do you think Xing...our class will win?"

"I have no idea."

Even the god of badminton says so, then it seems unlikely.

"I didn't notice," Xie Shu said again.

"Didn't notice?" Li Mubai was a little confused about the object of that sentence.

"Hmm, I didn't notice."

Okay, there's still some suspense. Good luck, Wanli, Wang Bosha.

"You care a lot?" Xie Shu asked.

"No, I just hope our class can win the championship."

"I hope so too."

"call out--"

The whistle blew across the badminton court, signaling the start of the game.

Xing Yi looked around but didn't see the person he wanted to see. Sigh.

"The match begins, the score is 0-0!"

He seemed a little distracted and casually served the ball.

"Snapped!"

I rub.

"One to zero."

Xing Yi, you need to perk up! Xie Shu might be watching you somewhere. Although he didn't understand why Xie Shu's attitude towards him had suddenly turned cold, it didn't change the fact that they used to "chat freely" together.

"Keep it up, Xing Yi! Don't embarrass us!"

"Yes, perk up!"

See that, my opponent? I'm not fighting alone.

When it was Feng Wanli's turn to serve, he gently hit the ball across the court.

Damn!

Feng Wanli lost the game, and Li Mubai unconsciously clenched his fists.

"Don't be nervous, we'll win," Xie Shu said softly.

"Okay, sure."

He slowly relaxed.

Feng Wanli sent money. "I was the most focused person watching your game; I felt like I was right there with you," he thought to himself.

"Whoosh—" The referee's whistle blew again, announcing loudly, "Eleven to nine, the game is over!"

"Wow!" someone shouted.

Haha, we won!

This is just a case of class pride getting the better of them.

"We won."

The person sitting next to her spoke softly, as if winning or losing was not important to her.

"Yes." Li Mubai tried to appear calm.

"Are you happy?" she asked.

Uh—what do you mean? Shouldn't I be happy?

"It's alright."

Li Mubai gave an answer that was off-topic, but it was still a good one.

"That's good."

……

Qinghe: "Where did you go? I haven't seen you. Did you sneak away? What happened to your sense of class honor? This can't be solved without a Coke."

The message was sent by Feng Wanli during the competition, but he didn't dare to openly take out his phone at the time.

Without saying much, Li Mubai sent her the photo proving he was present.

Qinghe: "You left halfway through?"

Li Bubai: "Don't be so harsh. I was one of the most attentive viewers of Feng Wanli's competition. I watched him overcome all obstacles and finally defeat Xing Yi with a thin veil."

Li Bubai: "Actually, I'm just an invisible guardian, silently accompanying my classmates as they grow."

In girls' dormitory 412, Deng Yi sat next to Chen Qiuhe and asked, "Qiuhe, what did Li Mubai say?"

"That's it, you see."

Deng Yi took Chen Qiuhe's phone and looked at the chat between her and Li Mubai.

"Is that so? There are even photos from the scene."

"Okay, stop scrolling up."

When Chen Qiuhe saw that Deng Yi was still trying to scroll up, she immediately snatched her phone back. She had sent Li Mubai a lot of photos, including photos of the two of them together and photos of Xie Shu.

Did Li Mu Bai really watch the whole thing?

As Li Mubai had predicted, some classmates still had some complaints about his absence.

Things are different now. In the past, as an "ordinary person," I could be a nobody in the class, but now I am the vice class monitor, representing the six boys in the class. It may not seem like much, but it actually represents half of Class 3.

Half male and half female, isn't that half the country?

"Everyone was there. He even gave a detailed account of Feng Wanli's final results. I also saw him during the women's competition," Chen Qiuhe testified for Li Mubai.

"I see. It seems we misunderstood him. I'm so sorry, Qiuhe, could you please apologize to him?" Deng Yi said.

"Okay, no problem."

Chen Qiuhe picked up her phone and fiddled with it casually for a few moments, pretending to type a message. She decided it was best not to tell Li Mubai about these troubles; his fragile heart might lead him to quit his job immediately.

"By the way, Qiuhe, this photo of Li Mubai doesn't look like a selfie. Who took it for him?"

The person lying in bed remained silent, simply turning the page of the book.

"Maybe they were just passing by." Chen Qiuhe didn't know the answer either, as the other five boys were all present.

"Him? Would he ask someone else?" Deng Yi found it hard to believe that Li Mubai, a socially awkward person, would ask a stranger for help.

"Yes, he's actually a social terrorist. You can tell by looking at his chat history."

It's true... I feel like even his speaking style has changed.

"By the way, Qiuhe, the way he talks to you is different."

"Yeah, yeah, he never says more than ten words to us." Other girls also had something to say about this.

"Ha, ha, really?" Chen Qiuhe chuckled dryly.

Stop talking, there are ears everywhere, and Li Mubai's crush is right here.

"Perhaps you're just not very familiar with him. Actually, he's a very nice person, not as cold and socially awkward as the rumors suggest." Chen Qiuhe tried to salvage Li Mubai's image.

"Qiuhe, you're even saying nice things about him, that's impressive," Liu Ting teased.

Wow, you guys are unbeatable.

"Because we're deskmates, don't you guys also have deskmates and want to help each other when you see the other person in trouble? Please, two years of deskmate friendship, a lifetime of classmate bond," Chen Qiuhe retorted.

"In less than two years, the seating arrangement will change mid-term, and you might not be sitting together anymore."

"So what? We'll be seated in different places, but still the same color. We'll still be deskmates."

Chen Qiuhe began a heated debate with the group of scholars in the girls' dormitory.

Desk mate...more than friends?