ryethenovel Chapter 16 No wonder he was being so flirtatious just now
Chapter 16 No wonder he was being so flirtatious just now
"No, Miaoke, you go ahead." She subconsciously tried to avoid that direction.
Zhang Miaoke keenly sensed her friend's low spirits these past few days, and coupled with Wen Yu's "disappearance," she had already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.
Moreover, Wen Yu kept asking her to slip things into Su Qingyao's hands, which clearly indicated they had a fight.
It's normal for couples to have disagreements. Just meet up, talk it out, and hug each other, and everything will be fine.
"Come on, come on!" She grabbed Su Qingyao's hand.
"Since you don't have classes this afternoon, just keep me company and see what happens~"
Su Qingyao couldn't resist her, so she was half-pushed and half-pulled by Zhang Miaoke into the crowd. With her petite figure, Zhang Miaoke managed to squeeze her to the front row.
As soon as she gained her footing, Su Qingyao's gaze was immediately drawn to the most dazzling figure on the field.
Wen Yu was wearing a black jersey from the finance department. Sweat had already soaked through the fabric, which clung tightly to his bulging arm muscles, outlining powerful lines.
Sweat rolled down his defined jawline, and his gray hair was strikingly bright under the blazing sun.
He is making a rapid breakthrough with the ball, his movements swift.
With a convincing feint, he skillfully evaded the defender, then leaped up, the basketball slipping from his fingertips and tracing a clean arc in the air.
The ball swished through the net, making a crisp, trembling sound.
"Ah—Wen Yu!! Young Master Wen—!!!"
A deafening scream erupted instantly, and banners in the finance department's stands waved wildly, almost lifting the sky off its face.
"When Young Master Wen goes to war, not a blade of grass will remain!"
"The light of finance shines only on Wenyu!"
"Three parts of my soul are with you, Yu!"
Wen Yu casually wiped the sweat from his face, his gaze sweeping indifferently across the sidelines before suddenly fixing on something.
Across the bustling crowd, his gaze precisely captured that slender figure.
The moment their eyes met, he raised an eyebrow at Su Qingyao, a faint smile playing on his lips, before turning away and returning to the game.
From that moment on, Wen Yu on the field seemed to be injected with new energy.
His attacks became even more ferocious, each movement swift and sharp, almost completely dominating the physics department.
During a powerful layup attempt, he leaped into the air, his jersey billowing up with the extreme backward motion, revealing his well-defined abs.
"Ahhhhhh!!! Wen Yu is so handsome!!!" The screams from the entire audience almost shook the sky.
"Did you guys see his abs?! Wow, a full eight-pack, and even shark muscles! Amazing!"
"That core strength is incredible! She must be amazing in bed... cough! I wonder which lady eats so well!"
"Why do I feel like he's suddenly become so flirtatious?"
"Isn't being a little sexy good?! Plenty of fan service! Give us more! We can't get enough!!"
As Su Qingyao listened to the girls around her making suggestive remarks, her cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and even her ears turned bright red.
The man on the field at that moment was like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, every fancy move, every deliberate display...
Even someone as oblivious as her could tell.
It was clearly... meant for her.
Just when the atmosphere in the stadium was at its most heated, Wen Yu broke through with the ball once again.
He was being guarded by Chen Hang, the basketball team captain who had greeted Su Qingyao in the cafeteria.
In the instant of physical confrontation, Wen Yu suddenly used an extremely realistic feint to sway his shoulder and change direction, pretending to make a strong breakthrough from the right side.
The moment Chen Hang raised his arm to block, Wen Yu suddenly twisted his body and turned around, his left ankle losing its balance during the sudden turn.
With a very faint cracking sound, Wen Yu groaned and fell heavily backward to the ground.
"Wenyu!!"
The finance students erupted instantly. Several team members rushed onto the field and shoved the still-stunned Chen Hang aside, yelling, "You fucking did that on purpose?!"
Jiang Shubai had appeared on the sidelines at some point, his face frighteningly grim. "Such dirty play, do you think everyone's blind?"
The pushing and shoving was about to escalate.
"Don't make a sound."
Wen Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it immediately silenced the entire room.
He propped himself up, his face pale, and fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead, but his voice was soft and gentle.
"Chen didn't do it on purpose...it was just an accident."
He paused, looked up at Chen Hang, and even gave a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth, "I'm fine."
The more he said this, the colder the looks people around Chen Hang gave him.
"Take him to the infirmary!" The captain glared at Chen Hang, and the others carefully helped Wen Yu up.
On the sidelines, Su Qingyao watched his limping figure, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.
Zhang Miaoke leaned closer and whispered, "Yaoyao, it seems like Young Master Wen's leg is badly injured... Aren't you going to go check on him?"
Su Qingyao bit her lower lip, her voice tinged with a hesitation she herself didn't realize, "There's a school doctor here..."
Before the words were finished, a lazy voice interrupted, "Qingyao is here to watch Ayu's match too? No wonder he was acting so flamboyant earlier."
Jiang Shubai walked over unnoticed, hands in his pockets, a mischievous smile in his eyes.
Zhang Miaoke's eyes widened instantly. She excitedly tugged at Su Qingyao's sleeve and exclaimed in a whisper, "It's Young Master Jiang! The real Young Master Jiang! So handsome!"
Jiang Shubai seemed to only then notice Zhang Miaoke, turned his head and smiled at her, "Hello, I'm Jiang Shubai."
"Y-Hello! I'm Yaoyao's roommate, Zhang Miaoke..." Zhang Miaoke blushed and stammered.
"Come with me to see him; he must have been badly hurt in that fall."
Jiang Shubai turned to Su Qingyao, his tone carrying just the right amount of concern, "With you by his side, he might recover faster."
Zhang Miaoke immediately understood and gently nudged her, "Go on, Yaoyao, I'll take the book back for you."
Su Qingyao had no choice but to follow.
As she turned around, she didn't see Jiang Shubai take out his phone and quickly type a message.
Who is the little scoundrel (3)
Jiang Shubai: "@Wenyu, I've brought the person to you. He needs to be at the infirmary in ten minutes. The reward is 100,000. Send it immediately."
The next second, a transfer notification popped up.
Wenyu transferred 100,000 yuan to you.
Jiang Shubai smiled and put away his phone, concealing his achievements and fame.
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In the infirmary, after applying an emergency ice pack, the school doctor strongly recommended going to the hospital for an X-ray and further treatment.
Wen Yu said he wanted to rest for a while and sent everyone away.
The door was gently closed.
Wen Yu leaned against the headboard with his eyes closed, his face still pale, but the corners of his lips curved upwards.
The self-inflicted injury ruse may be old-fashioned, but it works!
His baby is the most soft-hearted; even the slightest pain can lure her away.
As they approached the infirmary, Jiang Shubai's phone suddenly rang. He answered the call and listened for a moment, his brows gradually furrowing.
After hanging up, he looked at Su Qingyao with a slightly apologetic expression.
"Qingyao, I have to leave urgently. Ayu is inside. Could you please check on him and have him contact me if he needs anything?"
Before Su Qingyao could respond, he had already turned and walked away quickly, disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Su Qingyao walked alone to the door of the infirmary, and stopped in her tracks at the entrance.
Through the glass window in the door, she saw Wen Yu leaning quietly against the hospital bed, his eyes gently closed and his brows slightly furrowed.
That usually flamboyant and unrestrained face now revealed a rare vulnerability.
Su Qingyao's fingertips curled up uncontrollably.