Chapter 112 - An Xiaxia, Which Coach Do You Want? (2)

Chapter 112: An Xiaxia, Which Coach Do You Want? (2)
Translator: 
Henyee Translations 
 Editor: 
Henyee Translations

The crowd turned their heads toward Sheng Yize in unison.
Sheng Yize was as indifferent as always.
She’s so dumb, I don’t think I can do it.

He Jiayu kept his unspoken sarcasm in his head: you want to teach her more than anything, just admit it. You damn tsundere…

Chi Yuanfeng raised his hand happily.
Sir, I can play basketball, too. I’ll teach her!

Qi Yanxi rubbed his nose.
Tch, I’ll do it if you don’t!
With that, he grabbed An Xiaxia.


The innocent An Xiaxia was caught by the collar and she shouted in frustration,
Hey, I haven’t agreed to anything yet. Why are you all trying to make the decision for me?

Qi Yanxi couldn’t drag An Xiaxia to the basketball court, for he was stopped by Sheng Yize halfway there.
Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow and sneered.
Did I say you could teach her?

Sheng Yize had an aloof and distant aura to begin with. His straight face and imposing manner immediately attracted the fascination of a lot of girls.
An Xiaxia, on the other hand, was greeted by a lot of hateful looks from the other girls. However, given the incident with Jian Xin’er the last time, they didn’t dare readily push her around now.
Qi Yanxi wouldn’t budge.
You want a match? The winner will teach her.

Sheng Yize’s face broke into a smile; it was so dashing that those around couldn’t bear to look away.

Why bother? What’s important is not the coach, but the student’s will.
Sheng Yize stood there with his arms crossed.
How about let’s ask An Xiaxia which coach she wants?

An Xiaxia stared with her clear and bright eyes while jabbing the tips of her index fingers together.
Well, one was an idol she loved to trash and the other was the fiend she hated the most. Neither seemed a better choice than the other…


But, why was her heart telling her to choose Sheng Yize?
She eyed Sheng Yize eagerly.
Sheng Yize, can you teach me? But you can’t tell me off and tell me I’m dumb!

Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow and hummed a faint
hm.

An Xiaxia was elated. She swiftly threw off Qi Yanxi’s hand, picked up a basketball happily, and went off to learn to shoot with Sheng Yize.
Qi Yanxi stood there angrily — one could almost see tiny flames rising up from his crown.
That silly woman! What did she see in that Sheng Yize!
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Sheng Yize demonstrated first. An Xiaxia then held the ball and threw it at the basket with all her might.
Thump 
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An Xiaxia, you should be shooting the ball, not throwing it out. Can your posture be any more terrible?




Mhm…

She tried it once more in high spirits!
Thud 
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Not so hard. You’ll hit someone! Dummy!


Didn’t we agree you won’t call me that!


… Go on.

An Xiaxia pursed her lips and tried again, with Sheng Yize acting as the attentive caddie as he picked the ball up for her.
After dozens of attempts, An Xiaxia finally made one basket. Elated, she showed off repeatedly.
Call me Slamdunk An Xiaxia! Don’t be jealous or envious. Invincibility comes with solitude…

Watching her performance from the sideline, Sheng Yize finally couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed the ball from her hands and asked,
Don’t you have anything to say to me?


Huh?
An Xiaxia was confused. Since she wanted to shoot some more, she stood on tiptoe and tried to take the ball from his hand in frustration.


However, Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow and raised the ball up. An Xiaxia hopped around him, but couldn’t even touch the ball.

Give it to me!
An Xiaxia complained, but Sheng Yize ignored her.
Say the right words and I’ll give it to you.

An Xiaxia had no choice but to pick nice words.
You’re so handsome? So cool? So awesome?


You’re stating facts.

You narcissist! 
An Xiaxia kept the sarcasm in her head while she said tentatively,
Thank you for teaching me…?