Chapter – 57
Luo Shuxin: “…”
Luo Shuxin: “Then whose fault is that supposed to be?”
Jiang Jian: “Mine, obviously. Sob.”
When he said “sob,” he even pretended to sniffle, acting all pitiful.
A girl nearby whispered, “So cute.”
Jiang Jian turned to look at her and realized he didn’t recognize her.
He asked Luo Shuxin, “Your friend?”
The girl answered proactively, “No, we’re from Class Eight.”
Her best friend added, “Even though we’re from Class Eight, we only cheer for handsome guys. Go, go!”
The second “go” was directed at Jiang Jian.
Jiang Jian looked at the girls, then at Luo Shuxin.
They weren’t staying with the Class Eight crowd and had deliberately come over here—there was no way they were cheering for him.
Someone’s attracting butterflies and bees again.
Luo Shuxin seemed to read the emotion in Jiang Jian’s eyes, but didn’t react much.
From the current situation, it wasn’t clear who was really attracting attention.
After all, the cheers hadn’t been directed at Luo Shuxin.
A class period was only forty-five minutes long, and halftime break didn’t last very long, so soon everyone was back on the court.
There hadn’t been much of a score difference in the first half, but in the second half, Class Eight suddenly made several consecutive mistakes, and Class One caught up, tying the score.
Near the end, Luo Shuxin reached into his school uniform pocket and realized he’d run out of tissues.
Looking at Jiang Jian, drenched in sweat, he guessed that once Jiang Jian came off the court, he’d shamelessly stretch out his hand at him again, treating him like Doraemon.
The school convenience store wasn’t far from the field. Luo Shuxin checked the time and decided to quickly go buy a pack of tissues and come back.
At this point, there wasn’t much time left before the bell rang. You could clearly feel Class Eight’s anxiety—those on the court were pushing harder, and the girls cheering from the sidelines were louder and more coordinated.
Even the girls who’d said they only cheered for handsome guys had succumbed to class pride and were worried for their class.
Class Eight had several sports students. Losing academically to Class One was one thing, but if they also lost in basketball, that would be seriously humiliating.
The clock ticked closer and closer to the bell.
Just one minute before class ended, the tallest sports student from Class Eight scored a basket and secured the win—
If he hadn’t charged with the ball.
At the time, Shao Xing had already positioned himself defensively, but the Class Eight player slammed straight into him, knocking Shao Xing to the ground before shooting.
Class Eight had been anxious and agitated, and the court was already chaotic. After Shao Xing fell, another Class Eight player accidentally stepped on his arm.
That player also lost balance and fell.
The ball went in, but there were no cheers. Everyone was focused on their own classmates. Du Li’an was closest and was the first to rush over to help.
Shao Xing had a clear scrape on his knee, but his arm hurt the most.
Jiang Jian grabbed the player who’d charged and demanded to know how he played basketball.
“How do you play basketball? I should be asking you! Can you even play?! Trash who only knows how to study doesn’t deserve to stand under the hoop!”
“I’m asking you how you play! You hit someone!!”
“I hit him on purpose!!”
With Jiang Jian’s explosive temper, he immediately punched the sports student in the face. One punch wasn’t enough—he was about to keep swinging.
Students nearby rushed in to break it up. One well-behaved kid from Class One tried to stop things by hugging Jiang Jian around the waist and dragging him back, but in that opening, someone landed a punch on Jiang Jian’s face.
Class One was busy restraining their own people, while Class Eight banded together and pressed their advantage. The situation completely spiraled out of control. Even the rational ones lost their heads.
The field instantly turned into chaos—fighting, breaking fights apart, shouting for everyone to stop.
Twenty minutes later, rows and rows of students were standing in Principal Fei’s office.
Principal Fei scanned the room back and forth and suddenly noticed there were girls present too.
Xia Yiming, who hadn’t played basketball but had participated in the fight, stood out strikingly among all the boys.
There was a reason she’d managed to get into Jiang Jian’s “Earth Peace Defenders” group.
Principal Fei had a headache and pointed at the most familiar face. “Jiang Jian.”
Jiang Jian: “…Yeah.”
“…” Principal Fei fell silent for a moment. “You’ve got the nerve to say ‘yeah’? Your legs are healed now, huh? So you can cause trouble again? Last time’s five-thousand-word self-criticism was too easy on you, wasn’t it?!”
Xia Yiming: “Report!!”
Fei Zhiguo: “Speak!”
Xia Yiming: “I think, Teacher Fei, you should figure out the cause and effect before assigning blame!”
Fei Zhiguo was so angry he nearly couldn’t catch his breath. “Cause? Effect? What are you trying to say—Class Eight charged into your teammate first and then refused to apologize? And then what? Refusing to apologize gives you the right to sound the battle horn and start a group fight?!”
Xia Yiming: “…”
Fei Zhiguo: “I knew it—it was your class’s Jiang Jian who threw the first punch!! Jiang Jian, tell me, were you the one who hit first?”
Jiang Jian answered clearly and loudly: “Yes!”
Fei Zhiguo: “……”
And you’re proud of it?!
Fei Zhiguo looked at the students—most of them were actually from Class One.
He hadn’t expected this group of top students to have so much backbone. He’d underestimated them.
“Call your parents,” Fei Zhiguo said, placing his phone on the desk. “You remember your parents’ numbers, right? Call them one by one. I’ll ask them how they plan to deal with their children doing this kind of thing at school.”
After the calls were made, Fei Zhiguo kicked them all out, annoyed at having them clutter up his office.
Outside, Class Eight and Class One didn’t stand together—one class on the left, the other on the right.
Jiang Jian’s call went unanswered.
That was normal. Jiang Zhiyuan had a lot of meetings and often kept his phone in meeting mode.
Jiang Jian looked helpless. “That’s not my fault.”
Fei Zhiguo exploded. “Get out!”
When Jiang Jian “got out,” he saw a familiar face waiting outside—
Luo Shuxin.
