Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
There was a gasp from the audience. Damned, it hurt just watching!
It was only basketball. Why was he playing as though his life depended on it?
“Shijun!” Yin Shaojie had a grave expression as he ran over.
Mu Xiaoxiao and Han Qiqing ran over from outside the court as well, worried as they stood around Song Shijun.
“Shijun, are you okay? How is it? Did it hit your nose? Is there any bleeding?”
Song Shijun covered his nose, groaning softly.
Han Qiqing wanted to pull his hand away as she said anxiously, “Let us have a look!”
“Wait, wait wait…” Song Shijun said in a feeble voice. After a while, he finally looked up at the three of them. Jun Zeye stood behind and watched.
Song Shijun sighed. “Phew, it’s lucky that my nose didn’t become crooked.”
Han Qiqing glared at him. “Take your hand away and let me see!”
“That’s not a good idea, is it?” Song Shijun laughed bitterly.
“Let go!” Han Qiqing said seriously.
Song Shijun didn’t know what to do with her, so he removed his hand. Then immediately, two lines of blood dribbled from his nose.
“You’re bleeding!” Han Qiqing exclaimed, reaching out to help him wipe.
Song Shijun shrunk back. “No no, I’ll just wipe it myself. You don’t have to dirty yourself.”
Han Qiqing rolled her eyes at him and said, “Why do you care about getting dirty at this point? I don’t know what to say. Why would you use your face to block the ball? Do you know how to play? Is your nose alright?”
She was criticizing him at first but showed concern at the end.
Song Shijun shook his head. “I told you, I’m fine as long as my nose isn’t crooked. It just bled a little. Maybe it’s a graze. It hurts just now, but it’s feeling better now.”
Seeing that he was about to get up, Han Qiqing helped him up. “Come here, I’ll help you stop the blood first.”
Han Qiqing frowned as she looked at the blood stains under his nose.
Although everyone had experienced their share of nosebleeds, it was still a bit shocking to see how much he was bleeding.
Feng Shengyang didn’t like how it turned out either. He went up to show concern. “Do you want to pause for a few minutes and let him deal with it first?”
Hearing that, as he was being pulled away by Han Qiqing, Song Shijun shouted, “It’ll be quick! I’ll be done quickly!”
Han Qiqing couldn’t help but wanted to punch him as she glared at him and said, “Stop talking! Stop it from bleeding before you start talking.”
Song Shijun obediently went to the courtside and sit down with her.
Fortunately, Han Qiqing had bought a bunch of medicine which really came in handy.
Han Qiqing stopped the bleeding as she continued to roast him. “You’re really an idiot. Other people play with their hands but you play with your face?”
“Ah ah, it hurts!” Song Shijun cried out suddenly.
Han Qiqing immediately became gentler. “Does it hurt? Didn’t you just say that it doesn’t hurt anymore? Bear with it. It might have been a cut. We’ll need to disinfect it.”
“Just be gentle,” Song Shijun said, looking at her. He was only pretending to be in pain because letting her roast him was too embarrassing.
Then, in the middle of the basketball court.
After Yin Shaojie looked at Jun Zeye, he said to Feng Shengyang, “No need to wait. Let’s continue.”
Feng Tianqi glared at him. “You want to play two on three? Aren’t you being too arrogant?”
Yin Shaojie showed him an unbridled smile. “What? Scared?”
“F*ck! Who’s scared? Come on! When you lose, don’t cry and regret it!” Feng Tianqi couldn’t take the taunting.
Feng Shengyang didn’t object, but the way that Yin Shaojie and Jun Zeye stood together gave people an indescribable sense of fear.
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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
There was a gasp from the audience. Damned, it hurt just watching!
It was only basketball. Why was he playing as though his life depended on it?
“Shijun!” Yin Shaojie had a grave expression as he ran over.
Mu Xiaoxiao and Han Qiqing ran over from outside the court as well, worried as they stood around Song Shijun.
“Shijun, are you okay? How is it? Did it hit your nose? Is there any bleeding?”
Song Shijun covered his nose, groaning softly.
Han Qiqing wanted to pull his hand away as she said anxiously, “Let us have a look!”
“Wait, wait wait…” Song Shijun said in a feeble voice. After a while, he finally looked up at the three of them. Jun Zeye stood behind and watched.
Song Shijun sighed. “Phew, it’s lucky that my nose didn’t become crooked.”
Han Qiqing glared at him. “Take your hand away and let me see!”
“That’s not a good idea, is it?” Song Shijun laughed bitterly.
“Let go!” Han Qiqing said seriously.
Song Shijun didn’t know what to do with her, so he removed his hand. Then immediately, two lines of blood dribbled from his nose.
“You’re bleeding!” Han Qiqing exclaimed, reaching out to help him wipe.
Song Shijun shrunk back. “No no, I’ll just wipe it myself. You don’t have to dirty yourself.”
Han Qiqing rolled her eyes at him and said, “Why do you care about getting dirty at this point? I don’t know what to say. Why would you use your face to block the ball? Do you know how to play? Is your nose alright?”
She was criticizing him at first but showed concern at the end.
Song Shijun shook his head. “I told you, I’m fine as long as my nose isn’t crooked. It just bled a little. Maybe it’s a graze. It hurts just now, but it’s feeling better now.”
Seeing that he was about to get up, Han Qiqing helped him up. “Come here, I’ll help you stop the blood first.”
Han Qiqing frowned as she looked at the blood stains under his nose.
Although everyone had experienced their share of nosebleeds, it was still a bit shocking to see how much he was bleeding.
Feng Shengyang didn’t like how it turned out either. He went up to show concern. “Do you want to pause for a few minutes and let him deal with it first?”
Hearing that, as he was being pulled away by Han Qiqing, Song Shijun shouted, “It’ll be quick! I’ll be done quickly!”
Han Qiqing couldn’t help but wanted to punch him as she glared at him and said, “Stop talking! Stop it from bleeding before you start talking.”
Song Shijun obediently went to the courtside and sit down with her.
Fortunately, Han Qiqing had bought a bunch of medicine which really came in handy.
Han Qiqing stopped the bleeding as she continued to roast him. “You’re really an idiot. Other people play with their hands but you play with your face?”
“Ah ah, it hurts!” Song Shijun cried out suddenly.
Han Qiqing immediately became gentler. “Does it hurt? Didn’t you just say that it doesn’t hurt anymore? Bear with it. It might have been a cut. We’ll need to disinfect it.”
“Just be gentle,” Song Shijun said, looking at her. He was only pretending to be in pain because letting her roast him was too embarrassing.
Then, in the middle of the basketball court.
After Yin Shaojie looked at Jun Zeye, he said to Feng Shengyang, “No need to wait. Let’s continue.”
Feng Tianqi glared at him. “You want to play two on three? Aren’t you being too arrogant?”
Yin Shaojie showed him an unbridled smile. “What? Scared?”
“F*ck! Who’s scared? Come on! When you lose, don’t cry and regret it!” Feng Tianqi couldn’t take the taunting.
Feng Shengyang didn’t object, but the way that Yin Shaojie and Jun Zeye stood together gave people an indescribable sense of fear.
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