Wang Yue felt a bit speechless.
How could he be threatened just for sharing a meal?
Although Yu Siyu was the dream girl of many students, Wang Yue never intended to have anything happen between them. After all, she was his teacher.
"Alright, I get it," Wang Yue said, too lazy to argue with Yu Changan. He waved his hand and rode off on his beat-up bike.
Yu Changan watched Wang Yue leave before returning to the driver's seat. A playful smile spread across his face. "You better get it."
Wang Yue returned home and received another sales report from Liu Qingxia. Today's revenue had increased by another 1000. This made Wang Yue quite satisfied. If things continued at this pace, he would soon be able to open an internet cafe for Wang Hu and then expand to other branches.
"Xuanxuan: Pig head, are you asleep?"
Just then, Wang Yue received a QQ message from Qiao Zixuan.
"wy: Not yet, what's up?"
"Xuanxuan: Did you get scared when you saw my mom today?"
"wy: Auntie isn't a monster, why would I be scared?"
"Xuanxuan: Then will you still dare to walk me home from now on?"
"wy: I dare!"
"Xuanxuan: Hehe~ That's good."
They chatted for a while. Wang Yue suddenly remembered he hadn't talked to Li Xiaoman in a long time. He wondered what she was up to. Finding Li Xiaoman's avatar, Wang Yue sent a message: "What are you doing." After waiting for a while with no reply, he figured she must have already gone to bed. After the usual routine of "stealing vegetables" in the online game, Wang Yue went to sleep.
The following days were quite pleasant for Wang Yue. The milk tea shop was booming, to the point where it could be described as raking in money daily. The daily revenue soared to 8,000. The Mercury Milk Tea Shop had gained some popularity around the vicinity of the Second High School. Wang Yue's wallet grew increasingly plump.
In the blink of an eye, time flew to October 18th. The campus basketball tournament finally began. Wang Yue received his custom basketball jersey. The number 23 was followed by his name, his Pinyin name. This basketball tournament was scheduled to be very tight, lasting only three days. There was no round-robin format, but an immediate knockout stage. A total of 32 teams, from first-year to third-year high school students, participated. The first day was set to determine the top 8. Lu Yang was appointed captain of Wang Yue's team. In the draw, they were matched against Class 3 of the first-year students. This basketball tournament was clearly not as highly regarded as the previous calligraphy competition. Only participating students were allowed to leave class to play. After their games, they had to return to class. However, it was rumored that the school would arrange for the entire student body to watch the finals, meaning there would be virtually no audience before then.
"Cheer up, Wang Yue, I'll come cheer you on after class~" Qiao Zixuan said with a smile as Wang Yue left the classroom. "Fighting!"
...
Wang Yue and his teammates arrived at the basketball court. Hu Qianhao looked at the sparsely populated stands and sighed, "Sigh~ Brother Yue, I was actually hoping to show off in front of An Ran. I've been secretly practicing my basketball skills for half a month."
"It's okay, she'll still see it during the finals," Wang Yue said with a smile.
"That's true. With you here, Brother Yue, reaching the finals should be a piece of cake?" Hu Qianhao chuckled.
"Everyone gather around," Lu Yang said at this moment. The team gathered, and Lu Yang began to outline their strategy. Wang Yue was originally supposed to be a starter, but he voluntarily chose to sit on the bench, allowing Hu Qianhao to play and showcase his skills. He would only come on if they were truly struggling. This kind of high school basketball game didn't really spark his interest. The rest of the team had no objections to this. Wang Yue was essentially their trump card, whose appearance would undoubtedly crush the other classes. However, they couldn't rely solely on Wang Yue; others needed opportunities to shine as well.
Soon, the participating students from Class 3 of the first-year students also arrived. In terms of height, Wang Yue's team had an advantage. Except for their captain, the students in Class 3 of the first-year students were generally a head shorter than Wang Yue's team. As the referee's whistle blew, the game began. Wang Yue and Lin Yuanquan sat in the stands, watching the match.
"Wang Yue, is your milk tea shop still hiring?" Lin Yuanquan asked.
"Currently, we have enough staff," Wang Yue replied.
"Oh, okay." Lin Yuanquan seemed a little disappointed.
"You want to work there?" Wang Yue asked again.
Lin Yuanquan nodded. "I want to find a part-time job to help with household expenses." Wang Yue knew that Lin Yuanquan's family circumstances were not very good. He also had two younger sisters who needed to attend school, so the financial pressure was quite significant.
"I plan to intensify our promotion recently," Wang Yue said with a smile. "So we'll need to distribute a lot of flyers. Do you want to sign up?"
"Yes!" Lin Yuanquan's eyes lit up, and he quickly replied.
"Great, I'll count you in then." Wang Yue looked at the court. Lu Yang scored a two-point basket first and shouted, "Good shot!" The difference between the two teams was very clear. Except for their captain, the other players in Class 3 of the first-year students were clearly just there to make up the numbers. As a result, the game was one-sided. Just past halftime, the score was already 2:21. Everyone on Wang Yue's team had scored, and Hu Qianhao had even scored 4 points, which made him show off excessively. By the time the class bell rang, the game was nearing its end. Although the basketball court was quite far from the teaching building, many students from participating classes still ran over. When they saw the huge score difference, the students from Class 3 of the first-year students were visibly disappointed.
"Damn, what kind of game is this? 4:40? I could do that too!"
"Everyone understand, after all, our opponents are third-year seniors. It's normal for our class to be outmatched."
"But this is too embarrassing."
Meanwhile, the students from Class 1 of the third-year were ecstatic.
"We're too strong! Wang Yue hasn't even played yet and we've already crushed them?"
"Hahaha, look at Hu Qianhao's swaggering hip wiggle, so flamboyant!"
"Go, Class 1 of the third-year! Let's go!"
With the audience present, everyone's morale was clearly higher. The students from Class 3 of the first-year, on the other hand, wore bitter expressions. They really didn't want to play anymore. It was like they were just there to make up the numbers. They didn't even know why they had come. As the game progressed, they became dizzy and disoriented, completely losing their fighting spirit.
"Give me the ball!" Hu Qianhao shouted loudly from the court. He saw An Ran in the audience and became as excited as if he had been injected with adrenaline. Lu Weiting, who was being defended, passed the ball to Hu Qianhao. Hu Qianhao blew a kiss towards the audience, and An Ran rolled her eyes at his ostentatious display.
"An Ran, watch me perform a three-pointer for you!" Hu Qianhao said to himself. Then, standing beyond the three-point line, he took a jump shot, and the ball flew out of his hand.
"Swish!" The ball went in. A burst of cheers erupted from the audience. Hu Qianhao shook his head and looked towards the audience, thinking, "Impressed, aren't you, An Ran?" To his surprise, he found that An Ran wasn't looking at him at all; she was happily chatting with boys from other classes.
"Damn it!" Hu Qianhao was filled with grief and indignation. "All that showing off for nothing."