Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona
“Did you just call my name?” Ling Hanyu blinks in confusion as he looks up from his comic book. He and Mingluo have a tacit understanding as both start singing their duet.
Xiao Mingluo wrinkles his eyebrows and asks, “Didn’t your mother just call to remind you to find a tutor before final exams? I thought An Chuxia would make a remarkable educator and I can bestow her to you.” Like a big brother, Mingluo speaks as Hanyu takes out his mobile at the same time. The crease on Han Qilu’s brow deepens.
Did Han Qilu really mention Xiang Mankuai’s name to An Chuxia? If
this is true, then he’s totally forgotten Xiang Mankuai and has completely opened his heart to Chuxia! Regardless, this isn’t easily explained! As Xiao Mingluo internally digests the information, Ling Hanyu puts down the comic book and looks at Chuxia. “Please allow her to teach me! She is highly talented! She can really teach me… .”
“Really, tutor you for the final?” Han Qilu says with disdain. “Don’t think Mingluo is going to beat me. As for results, should it matter? Despite her teaching her entire section to a perfect score, it doesn’t mean it would translate well into your grades.”
Succeeding at their goal, Mingluo takes advantage of Qilu. Ling
Ling Hanyu stands several meters behind Xiao Mingluo. Mingluo cunningly winks at An Chuxia and mouths, “Distract his attention… .” Of course, she knows the medicine he’s selling. She calmly sits on the recliner before closing her eyes.
She doesn’t remember when the deck chairs arrived, thinking it was when Han Qilu returned. Despite a warm feeling seeping into her heart, she feels awful. She must make Han lose. No longer speaking, she lays on the seat, pulls out her phone, and starts playing Fruit Ninja.
“There have been many times you’ve played and this tutor bet seems good.” It doesn’t matter which hand was used to beckon. Ling Hanyu pretends to
pretends to be indifferent to the game when he picks up the comic book. However, he could hardly contain his excitement. His eyes may be glued to the comics, but he doesn’t see the words or the pictures in the frames.
Han Qilu looks at Mingluo and says, “If you lose, you owe me five million, plus, you have to clean our room in school everyday, spray the lawn, and play with Batian.”
“Do you know how bad Batian is? The last time I was there, he shortened my life! He almost ruined my handsome face!” Mingluo wants to cry but is devoid of tears. He prays silently: I must win, must win…!
“Then admit must win…!
“Then admit defeat.”
Xiao Mingluo raises his eyebrow anxiously. “No! My dignity doesn’t allow me to admit defeat! Come on, the rule is simple. Let’s play Blindman’s buff shooting!”
“Good.” Han Qilu knows Xiao Mingluo is great in this game, but as long as it’s basketball, he’ll have a fighting chance. He smiles evilly as he watches Mingluo run towards the props room. Qilu stops in front of Chuxia and says, “I will not lose.”
It’s only four words, but Chuxia is stunned. Are they so self-confident they can assure her even before the starting the game? If Han Qilu dares to say Mingluo is arrogant, then he’s no worse since he’s arrogance personified.