dhibooks Chapter 141 Zhao Ling
Chapter 141 Zhao Ling
After evening self-study, the streetlights at the school gate illuminated the street in a white light.
Xiao Yunqing walked in front, and Song Huan followed behind. The two of them walked one after the other, their shadows trailing on the ground.
Xiao Yunqing suddenly stopped and pointed across the street.
There was a small stall with a steamer on a tricycle, and steam was rising from the gaps in the steamer, making it look hazy.
The vendor lifted the lid, revealing a row of neatly arranged bowl-shaped rice cakes, red, green, and white, reflecting the light.
She didn't speak, but raised her chin.
Song Huan glanced at it and smiled helplessly, "You wait here, I'll go buy it. What flavor do you want?"
Xiao Yunqing counted on her fingers.
"Red bean, mung bean, coconut, osmanthus, and..."
She thought for a moment, "Pineapple."
"Can you finish it?"
"I can finish it."
Song Huan turned and walked across the street, then turned back after a couple of steps, saying, "Be careful you don't get fat."
Xiao Yunqing got angry and stomped her foot.
But with a smirk on his face, he stood there waiting.
The streetlights shone on her, her shadow shrinking to a tiny ball at her feet.
I heard footsteps behind me.
They weren't just passing by; they were walking towards her.
Xiao Yunqing turned around.
A boy emerged from the shadows, wearing a high school uniform with the zipper undone, revealing a black T-shirt underneath.
He was very tall, half a head taller than Song Huan, with broad shoulders and muscles in his arms that stretched his sleeves taut.
He had a smile on his face, the kind of smile that comes naturally to people.
"Wow, you're so pretty! Can I have your QQ number?"
Xiao Yunqing turned back and didn't look at him.
He adjusted the straps of his backpack over his shoulder and walked in the direction Song Huan had gone.
The man followed and walked beside her.
"My name is Zhao Ling, I'm a second-year high school student, and I'm a sports student. You should have heard of me, right? I'm on the school basketball team, and last year at the city's middle school sports meet, I came in second place in the high jump."
Xiao Yunqing didn't stop; she quickened her pace.
Zhao Ling followed up, "What class are you in? What's your name? I'll treat you to milk tea."
Xiao Yunqing stopped.
She turned around and looked at him.
Her face was expressionless, and her voice was soft, "No need, I have something to do, you can go."
After saying that, he turned around and continued walking.
Zhao Ling stood there, stunned for a second.
Two more people walked out from the side, wearing the same school uniform and not short either.
One was a little fatter, the other a little thinner, and both were half a head shorter than him.
"Brother Ling, this girl has quite a personality," the fat guy laughed.
"Beautiful people all have personality, let alone someone like her."
Zhao Ling smiled and followed.
The two people followed as well.
The three people walked behind Xiao Yunqing at a moderate pace.
Xiao Yunqing quickened her pace.
The stall selling bowl-shaped rice cakes was right in front of them. Song Huan was standing there, holding two bags in her hands, waiting for the owner to give her change.
She called out.
"Song Huan!"
Song Huan turned around, saw her expression, and then saw the three people behind her.
He put the change in his pocket and walked over.
Standing in front of Xiao Yunqing, facing Zhao Ling.
The three of them stopped as well.
Zhao Ling was taller than him, so she looked down at him.
Song Huan didn't leave. "Is something the matter?"
Zhao Ling glanced at the bag in his hand, then at Xiao Yunqing behind him.
"Your boyfriend?"
Song Huan did not answer.
Zhao Ling smiled.
"It's nothing, I just wanted to make a friend." He glanced at Xiao Yunqing. "If you're not going to give me face, then forget it."
He turned and left, with the two men following behind.
After walking a few steps, the fat one looked back, then turned back again.
Xiao Yunqing stood behind Song Huan, clutching the hem of his clothes.
He only let go after the three people had gone far away.
"How can there be students like this at No. 1 High School?" she frowned, fuming.
Song Huan didn't look at her, but stared in the direction the three people had walked away, belatedly realizing that the person from earlier looked somewhat familiar.
"So he was Zhao Ling."
Xiao Yunqing turned to look at him. "You know him?"
"He's from Class 15." Song Huan switched the bag in her hand to the other. "He's my opponent on Wednesday afternoon."
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.
Thinking back to those three people, they were all tall and had good physiques.
She gritted her teeth.
"Then you must defeat them."
Song Huan didn't say anything.
Carrying the bowl-shaped rice cake, I walked forward for a couple of steps when a sound came from ahead. It wasn't loud, but it was very clear.
"Let's go back first."
Xiao Yunqing followed behind, watching his back.
The streetlights cast his long shadow on the ground.
She remembered that Zhao Ling had been standing in front of him earlier, half a head taller than him.
I remember those three people standing together, like a wall.
She grabbed the strap of her backpack and followed.
On Wednesday afternoon, the playground was surrounded by people.
In the semi-finals, Class 4 faced off against Class 15.
The sun was overhead, not scorching, but stifling.
There was a smell in the air of a plastic running track that had been exposed to the sun, mixed with the smell of sweat and sunscreen.
Xiao Yunqing stood on the sidelines, holding Song Huan's coat in her arms, her eyes fixed on the opposite side.
The students from Class 15 came out of the locker room.
Walking in front was Zhao Ling, wearing a white vest, the muscles on his arms reflecting the sunlight.
The two henchmen walked behind him, one on the left and one on the right, like two doors.
The three of them standing together were half a head taller than everyone in Class 4.
Zhao Ling glanced towards Class 4.
His gaze moved from Zhao Qihang's face to Chen Xu's face, then to Song Huan's face, and finally settled on Xiao Yunqing.
He smiled slightly and turned away.
Xiao Yunqing gritted her teeth in anger.
The voice in my heart drifted over, urgent and fierce, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
We must win.
We must win.
[Beat him down!]
Song Huan stood to the side without saying a word.
I retied my shoelaces, stood up, and stretched my ankles.
The referee blew the whistle, and both teams entered the field.
Zhao Ling stood opposite the center circle, hands on his hips, looking at Song Huan.
During the handshake, Zhao Ling extended her hand, and Song Huan also extended her hand.
Their hands were clasped together, and Zhao Ling's thumb pressed down on the back of his hand, forcefully, like a vise.
Song Huan's fingers tightened, and she exerted force.
The two men's knuckles bulged out, and they remained frozen in place, neither of them letting go.
Zhao Ling smiled. "That's pretty energetic."
Song Huan didn't say anything.
Zhao Ling was the first to release his grip, then turned and left.
He took two steps, turned around, and said, "Don't let your legs go weak when you go on stage later."
Zhao Qihang looked at Song Huan with surprise and asked, "Did you offend him?"
Chen Xu also looked over curiously.
Song Huan shook her head and said calmly, "He's the one who offended me."
Zhao Qihang: "..."
Chen Xu: "..."
How can you be so pretentious?
Game start.
Class 15 has possession of the ball, and Zhao Ling holds the ball at the top of the arc.
He dribbled twice, glanced at the basket, accelerated, and blew past the defender in one step.
Chen Xu caught up, but Zhao Ling didn't stop and jumped.
The two collided in mid-air, Chen Xu took a step back, and Zhao Ling put the ball into the basket.
Goal! Whistle blows! Hand foul!
Additional penalty.
Zhao Ling stood at the free-throw line, dribbled the ball twice, and then shot.
The ball bounced off the rim and rolled in.
Within three minutes of the start, the score had already widened.
Class 15's defense was like a net, preventing Class 4 from passing the ball beyond the halfway line.
On offense, Zhao Ling charged in alone, and no one could stop him.
Another PE student receives the ball on the baseline, jumps, and dunks.
The basketball hoop wobbled and creaked.
The cheers from Class 15 on the sidelines came in waves. Class 4, on the other hand, fell silent.
Zhou Shan stood next to Xiao Yunqing, pushed up her glasses, and shook her head.
"It looks like this match will be difficult to win."
Xiao Yunqing remained silent.
She watched the figure in the white T-shirt on the field. He was running through the crowd when he was jostled by someone from Class 15, stumbled a step, regained his balance, and continued running.
The ball was passed to him, but he was forced to pass it out in less than two seconds.
Her fingers gripped her coat tightly.
The score on the field is fluctuating.
4比11，6比15，10比22。
The score gap is widening.
Zhao Qihang's dribble was intercepted, and Class 15 launched a fast break. The ball was passed to Zhao Ling, who took three steps and made a layup.
As he ran back, he passed by the fourth class's bench, glanced at Xiao Yunqing, and gave her a mocking smile.
Xiao Yunqing bit her lip.
His gaze never left Song Huan.
He made a run along the baseline, used Chen Xu's screen to shake off the defender, and received the ball.
Jump and shoot.
The ball arced through the air, bounced off the back of the rim, and then went out.
Class 15 grabbed the rebound.
She saw him catch his breath when he landed and wipe the sweat from his forehead.
He ran back, and as he passed the edge of the field, he glanced this way.
Without saying a word, he ran back.
Xiao Yunqing hugged Song Huan's coat even tighter.
She believed him.