SC Chapter 11

Chapter 11

It was clearly a sentence with a hint of condescension, but when it came out of Duan Sirong’s mouth, it changed its flavor.

Yun Muye stared at the handful of candy and then at the text message on his phone, silently clearing the chat history.

However, Yun Muye still couldn’t understand why Duan Sirong would develop those kinds of feelings for him so quickly, considering it was just a chance encounter under the sunset.

Muye: Why do you like me?

The other side didn’t reply.

Yun Muye was like a chuunibyou.

Sirong: .

Yun Muye was like a chuunibyou who had been scolded.

Yun Muye didn’t hesitate to blacklist Duan Sirong.

He threw the phone onto the sofa, the little figure painted on the phone case looking a bit pitiful.

Yun Muye scratched his head. If this was Duan Sirong’s way of expressing his love, then he was really too straightforward!

Yun Muye rolled his eyes.

On the other side, Duan Sirong stared intently at the interface of the chat log with only two messages. He naively waited for the third message, wondering if Yun Muye was angry because of the period he sent.

Duan Sirong quickly edited a text message.

Sirong: I’ve liked you for three years.

He added a red exclamation mark at the end of his message.

Duan Sirong’s eyes reflected the glaring red, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. He helplessly turned off his phone.

He just wanted him to guess what he was thinking.

A few more days passed, and the sports meet at Xinjì High School arrived. As Wang Shuai had said, the weather in Hanyang that day was cool and refreshing, and the wind felt gentle and comfortable on people’s faces. Leaves would occasionally choose a student walking into the school gate, falling steadily into their warm hands, as if these leaves represented the beginning of happiness.

Yun Muye carried his bag on one shoulder, his eyes also somewhat windswept, like a small river appearing in a beautiful life, pure and clear.

The classroom was decorated today, with a few nice pictures pasted up. One picture showed several teenagers standing shoulder to shoulder, holding up a trophy with honor.

Another picture showed a beautiful girl turning her head to look at the camera, her body not petite, but with some strong muscles.

The list of participants for Class 9’s sports meet events had been arranged, and the list was projected onto the big screen. Yun Muye comfortably drank the drink Xiao Mo gave him, raising his eyes handsomely to look for his name.

Soon, he received a disappointing – rather, annoying – answer…

Yun Muye had to participate in three events.

And the “air” beside him had to participate in the same three events as Yun Muye.

Perhaps because Yun Muye’s injury had healed, Xiao Mo had also arranged a fun event for Yun Muye, who had good physical fitness.

Yun Muye didn’t want to say anything more. As long as Duan Sirong didn’t drag him down, Yun Muye could accept it. He opened his book and covered his handsome face.

Duan Sirong’s name was next to Yun Muye’s. It was just a simple ordering sequence, but in Duan Sirong’s eyes, this simple sorting was also worth raising the corners of his mouth for.

On the stage, Xiao Mo cleared her throat, resting one hand on the podium and holding her megaphone with the other, saying, “The screen shows the list of events for today’s sports meet. I sent it to the class group on the weekend. I don’t know if you all saw it. Some students also privately messaged me to change events. In short, the teacher respects your wishes! And then—”

Xiao Mo on the stage spoke happily, but Yun Muye under the stage was quietly “spewing fragrant words.” He had lived for more than a dozen years, and it was the first time he realized the importance of the class group.

But regretting it now was useless. Wang Shuai had already started shouting in the broadcast with his passionate voice.

“Please all teachers and students take your seats and go downstairs in an orderly manner according to grade and class order to participate in today’s sports meet. Please prepare Class 1 of the senior year to go downstairs!”

Footsteps spread through the corridor. Class 1’s movements going downstairs were still very quiet. After all, Class 1 was a hot class, and the homeroom teacher was strict.

Yun Muye ate his own snacks, enjoying the manga book Wang Xin lent him.

Duan Sirong, on the other hand, wrote problems while paying attention to Yun Muye’s casually glancing eyes.

Xiao Mo waited for notification in the school group. After receiving the message from Wang Shuai, she organized a group of people to line up outside.

Because of the added benefits of drinks and snacks, they quickly stood in line haphazardly.

Yun Muye carried his bag and held a book in his hand. If the book in his hand was replaced with a very literary book, then he would be completely a refined scoundrel!

Wang Xin thought obsessively, making a few unusual laughs in her mouth.

Duan Sirong naturally stood behind Yun Muye, attracting the attention of Liu Lan in front of Yun Muye.

“Damn! Duan Sirong, you’re a head taller than Yun-ge!”

Indeed, when Yun Muye lowered his head, Duan Sirong was much taller than him. On second thought, Duan Sirong’s height was even taller than Yun Muye, who was over 1.8 meters tall!

Yun Muye automatically ignored Liu Lan’s words in his mind, only focusing on the good-looking plot in the manga book. If it were before, Liu Lan would definitely have been met with a cold stare.

“Wang Xin, how good is your book? Yun-ge is so engrossed in it.”

Wang Xin snapped her fingers playfully and blinked.

“Hehe, this book is so good! I really like it! The male lead is also very handsome! Hey, Duan Sirong, do you want to see it?” Wang Xin looked at Duan Sirong with some cleverness in her eyes.

Duan Sirong, who had been looking at the manga book in Yun Muye’s hand, reacted, shaking his head hazily like a bird awakened from a dream.

Wang Xin smiled elegantly.

On the playground, some classes were lively, while others were frighteningly quiet, and even some teachers were calling it crazy.

Since it was one class per area, Yun Muye chose the last seat.

Liu Lan and Guo Xi immediately stuck over like band-aids. Wang Xin sat next to these two “husky brothers” and also left a space next to her.

These little thoughts were naturally seen through by the two, who shook their heads tacitly.

Duan Sirong and the other seven transfer students were called away by Wang Shuai. This event was originally held for them.

So now Yun Muye was particularly free.

Amidst a burst of applause, Wang Shuai, wearing his unchanging blue striped shirt, took the stage, and the whole audience immediately fell silent. After bowing to all the teachers and students.

“The opening ceremony of this sports meet officially begins!”