What kind of conversation was this?
Bai Weiwei cheered herself up again and ran to the library.
I know you like the library the most. Every time I came, you were always sitting in your spot.
Song Yunhuan:
The library is a public place. How can I have a spot.
Bai Weiwei gritted her teeth.
Where you usually sat.
Song Yunhuan:
I’m more used to standing and reading.
Bai Weiwei knocked on the system:
Slagstem, this old lady quits. Is this guy a zombie? He’s a diamond in a dung pit, a shining light, but also the sight of a disgusting person.
The system comforted,
Must not, ah, you can take him out of the dung pit with gloves on, wash him. Diamonds are expensive, ah.
Bai Weiwei
pff
laughed.
Bai Weiwei ran to the sports field again. She didn’t think it was going to get any better, just go on strike…one day!
She saw the basketball court, took a deep breath, and slowed down.
Song Yunhuan, do you know when I started to like you?
Song Yunhuan looked at her and saw her glancing sideways at the basketball court, eyelashes drooping, face gentle.
At the time, the members of the basketball club were being beaten by the other school’s basketball team. Then you joined, I saw you throw a lot of three pointers. I thought, wow, you’re so handsome.
Song Yunhuan wasn’t moved.
Did you say that? Our team lost in the end, because I can’t beat an entire team by myself.
That would be too much, and at the time his physical fitness hadn’t been that great.
He was very good at calculating the distance, so he could consistently throw three pointers.
Everything else was a mess.
Bai Weiwei: Finally I get a glimpse of the life of a loner. Nobody would like this kind of guy.
Bai Weiwei flushed red, then turned around to say something.
Song Yunhuan didn’t hear her clearly.
Bai Weiwei repeated herself.
Our team lost, but, but…
But for a while.
She turned around, blushing, and shouted:
But you won my heart, ah.
It was loud and firm.
Song Yunhuan’s mind seemed to have become a hallway of echoes.
It kept ringing, you won my heart.
Bai Weiwei realized her shout was too straightforward. She lowered her voice.
It was the first time I ever felt moved by you. It was also the first time in my life I ever felt moved by a man.
At last, she exhausted all of her courage.
She walked forward in embarrassment.
Of course, it was just a little bit.
This flustered look. For the first time, Song Yunhuan felt that the word cute could describe a 3D woman.
He touched his chest with his hand. No heartbeat, but the burning impulse in his chest resurged.
Heartbeat?
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has risen to 20.】
20… An increase of 5, it was like a huge fortune, ah.
Bai Weiwei was so moved she collapsed.
Song Yunhuan didn’t know what he was thinking when he blurted,
Do you want me to play for you?
Bai Weiwei jumped in excitement.
Really?
Song Yunhuan nodded and left for a moment. He came back in a red jersey, basketball in hand.
He ran on the court a few steps and shot.
Swish. The basketball cleanly shot through the net.
A perfect jump.
Bai Weiwei cheered, waving to him.
Add oil, Song Yunhuan.
Song Yunhuan looked at her standing in the audience seat, wearing a gorgeous pink and orange dress1. The wind blew past.
The light of the sun fell on her eyes.
In her eyes, there was only him.
Song Yunhuan wondered what the familiar feeling in his chest was.
He only thought she looked similar to the 2D girls he liked.
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability is at 25.】
Bai Weiwei: What’s with this mysterious rise in favorability?
Song Yunhuan made several shots and suddenly said,
Not lively enough.
The campus was so quiet that it was impossible for the atmosphere to be lively.
Bai Weiwei: Do you want me to play square dance music to help?
Song Yunhuan’s eyes suddenly glowed a ferocious red.
Come out.
Suddenly, a wave of zombies wobbled in, sat in the audience bleachers, raised their hands and started shaking. From their mouths came a ho-ho sound.
Song Yunhuan was satisfied.
Now it’s a little more exciting.
So Bai Weiwei sat in the middle of a bunch of zombies, watching Song Yunhuan play ball.
Bai Weiwei: Really want to go on strike, ah ah.
