SW - 68

Lu Chi’s voice was low.

It vibrated through his chest, brushing against Tang Yin’s cheek like the rhythmic strokes of a paddle entering her heart.

Still, Tang Yin asked, “Why did you suddenly...”

Lu Chi was usually shy. In the past, he would steal kisses in dark stairwells.

Today, in front of everyone, she felt an unexpected thrill—like her roommates giggling mischievously.

It made her feel oddly satisfied.

Lu Chi, questioned by her, regained his composure but grew slightly uneasy, his gaze flickering. He softly murmured, “...Reward.”

Yes, it was a reward.

Tang Yin seemed to understand something and didn’t ask further. She smiled and kissed his cheek lightly. “I played well, didn’t I?”

Her face was soft. Lu Chi nodded gently.

Indeed, her performance had been excellent—the cheers during the game said it all. The two people behind him had acted like commentators, their mouths fixated on her.

Suddenly, Lu Chi looked down at her bare arms, feeling uncomfortable.

“Tang Yin, hurry over! It’s time to receive the prize!” Zhang Yuan called from behind.

Tang Yin straightened up from his embrace, cupping his face. “Wait for me here. I’ll be back soon, and we can leave together.”

Lu Chi nodded. After she turned around, he walked up the nearby stairs to the stands, taking a random seat.

The countless spectators were left stunned.

That junior who played so impressively just now already had a boyfriend? And such a handsome one at that—this era truly felt suffocating.

Especially after seeing their height difference, whispering into each other’s ears, and kissing... How could they be so blatantly showering affection?

Many girls pinched their boyfriends, envious of the scene—it wasn’t as romantic as theirs.

However, two classmates in the stands exchanged awkward glances.

One said, “I didn’t know... The actual person sat right in front of us the whole time, listening to us talk about the game without reacting...”

The other replied, “Didn’t I just say the small-faced junior was looking at Fang Minghe... No wonder he reacted like that...”

The first nodded gravely, delivering a heavy blow: “You said it more than once. You even claimed she definitely liked Fang Minghe.”

“Many times,” the second repeated.

His companion couldn’t help but cover his face. The guy probably wanted to kill him, yet he remained grateful the guy hadn’t acted on it earlier.

He vowed to speak less and stop teasing others recklessly. It was terrifying—how could they know someone’s boyfriend would overhear them?

Fang Minghe himself was taken aback.

Now he understood why a stranger had treated him with such disdain. In this situation, not being beaten up was already fortunate.

But he had never encountered someone so possessive before. Even when he finally signaled to him, that earlier glance was clearly directed at him.

Fang Minghe couldn’t help but chuckle, finding it amusing.

He stood up and walked toward them. With Lin Lu injured, he naturally came to check on her and ask Zhang Yuan about the new teammate.

There was nothing wrong with that.

Zhang Yuan waved Tang Yin over.

Lin Lu still massaged her knee but teased, “Oh my, our little girl is back, openly showing affection like that.”

Another teammate added, “I’m blushing just watching... Goodness, it’s so romantic! I can’t help but cheer for you—it’s like watching a drama!”

They knew the couple had attended the same high school and started dating shortly after graduation. During training, Lu Chi had visited once, though they rarely saw his face.

His thoughtfulness was enough to fuel their imagination of how sweet their relationship must be.

Lin Lu was extremely curious: “What did he say to you just now?” From where they were, Lu Chi’s lips seemed to move, but she couldn’t read lips.

Tang Yin recalled those two short sentences, her heart filled with sweetness. She raised an eyebrow and teased, “Bedroom secrets—I won’t tell you.”

The girls protested, reaching out to tickle her.

Zhang Yuan laughed and interrupted, “Focus on your image. It’s time to accept the prize.”

This wasn’t a trophy since it wasn’t an official match but rather a friendly exercise. The prizes were sponsored snacks, perfect for the girls.

With so many spectators today, it also served as good publicity for both schools—a win-win situation.

After the group photo, they prepared to return to the locker room to change.

“Zhang Yuan,” someone suddenly called out.

Zhang Yuan turned, surprised, “Fang Minghe, what brings you here? Did you have time to watch us play today?”

Fang Minghe’s gaze briefly lingered on Tang Yin, a flash of admiration in his eyes. Slowly, he said, “I saw Lin Lu got injured from above. I came to check—she’s okay, right?”

Lin Lu shook her head. “I’m fine. Just need some rest.”

“That’s good. Take care of yourself and don’t neglect it,” Fang Minghe advised. Then he turned to Tang Yin. “Is this the new teammate?”

Zhang Yuan introduced, “This year’s junior, Tang Yin. Her skills are excellent. Tang Yin, this is Fang Minghe from G University’s team.”

Tang Yin smiled slightly. “Senior Fang.”

Though they weren’t from the same school, calling him senior was fine. She hadn’t expected the two schools’ female teams to be so familiar.

Fang Minghe smiled meaningfully and encouraged, “Tang Yin plays very well. Keep it up—you’re bound to shine in the future.”

Tang Yin politely thanked him.

Her phone, hidden under the towel in her hand, suddenly vibrated. She pulled it out to see a message from Lu Chi:

LuLuLu: Are you waiting impatiently?

A moment later, an emoji of a pouting face appeared.

Tang Yin secretly chuckled and sent an emoji back, then told Zhang Yuan, “Senior, I’ll go ahead.”

Zhang Yuan teased, “Go, go, go. We won’t walk with you later.”

Tang Yin smiled at Fang Minghe and turned to run toward the locker room. Her phone vibrated again in her hand.

It was definitely Lu Chi urging her.

Tang Yin knew why—he had seen everything clearly from where he sat but couldn’t interrupt, leaving him no choice.

Still, his jealousy was quite intense.

She wiped off her sweat, changed clothes, and sniffed herself, ensuring there was no odor before stepping out confidently.

Zhang Yuan and the others were still talking with Fang Minghe. Tang Yin decided to take the aisle near the stands to leave.

Fang Minghe suddenly called out, “Tang Yin. Do you mind exchanging WeChat?”

From the corner of his eye, he saw the gaze of the newcomer following him. He chuckled deeply, causing his chest to vibrate—a rugged laugh.

Tang Yin froze, turned, and apologized, “Sorry, I already have a boyfriend.”

Fang Minghe said, “No, I just want to discuss basketball.”

Tang Yin felt a bit awkward.

“Tang Yin, you go ahead,” Zhang Yuan interjected, poking Fang Minghe. “What are you doing? She has a boyfriend. Don’t flirt with the wrong person. If you dare mess with my junior, don’t blame me for coming after you.”

Rejection was expected. Fang Minghe feigned indifference: “I was just teasing. It’s fine if she doesn’t add me.”

Still, this junior was quite to his liking—it was a pity she was taken.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuan glared at him.

The award ceremony ended, and the audience began to disperse.

“I really loved that new player. Watching her play was exhilarating. When she went on offense, the opposing G University girls were completely bewildered.”

“Haha, I recorded it all. I’ll post it on my social media tonight. Many guys will surely ask me for her contact.”

“Pity she has a boyfriend... Sigh, destined to be single forever. But she’s so beautiful—it’s impossible for no one to pursue her.”

“...Speaking of which, Fang Minghe looks so handsome. I’ll go ask for his WeChat and see if I can charm him. Anyway, he’s still single.”

The chatter followed the footsteps, chaotic and noisy, yet it did nothing to conceal Fang Minghe’s raised voice or the content of his words.

Lu Chi instantly straightened his posture, glaring at Fang Minghe’s back.

Tang Yin was already by his side, taking the yogurt from him and sipping it slowly. “Where should we eat dinner later?”

She needed to treat herself after playing so hard.

Lu Chi opened his mouth, paused, and naturally asked, “Who was that person?” He pointed to Fang Minghe.

“Oh, he’s from G University’s team—Fang Minghe. He’s quite familiar with Senior Zhang and the others; they’ve probably known each other for a while.” Tang Yin added, “He’s pretty handsome too.”

After she finished speaking, silence stretched for a long while. Tang Yin noticed something was amiss and tilted her head to look at Lu Chi. His eyes were lowered, his thin lips pressed into a line, hands crossed on his knees, lost in thought.

She set down the yogurt and leaned closer, whispering, “Are you unhappy?”

Could it be that he heard Fang Minghe asking for her WeChat earlier? It was possible—his voice had been loud enough.

And the series of messages he sent earlier didn’t align with his usual behavior.

Lu Chi remained silent for a few seconds before softly responding, “Mm.”

Even though he silently declared to everyone present that she belonged to him alone, he still disliked Fang Minghe’s actions just now.

If Tang Yin hadn’t leaned close, he might not have heard that single word. She earnestly responded, “I didn’t give him my WeChat.”

After a moment, she added, “Only you have my WeChat.”

Their couple names were even set—though it was something she secretly changed.

Tang Yin continued babbling, “Those people aren’t as good-looking as you. I fell in love with you at first sight back in high school. Don’t you realize how incomparably handsome you are?”

Lu Chi: “...”

Watching her chatter endlessly, he couldn’t help but interrupt: “What if someone... is better looking than me?”

Tang Yin paused, then burst out laughing. “But I only have eyes for you. I dream of kissing you a hundred times every night.”

She extended her index finger and pressed it against his lips, leaving a faint mark.

Lu Chi blinked.

Lost in thought, he unconsciously reached out his tongue and lightly touched the tip of her finger.

Tang Yin’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly pulled her finger back and complained, “Cheater! Do you dream of kissing me every night?”

Back in high school, she fantasized daily about stripping off Lu Chi’s white shirt, shedding his reserved exterior, and licking him endlessly.

Just thinking about it excited her. Her eyes locked onto his neck, where his Adam’s apple moved subtly with his actions—so sexy.

Lu Chi suddenly fell silent.

After a moment, he spoke: “It’s time to eat dinner now... Didn’t you mention wanting Korean barbecue last time...”

The rest of his sentence was blocked by Tang Yin’s meaningful gaze. A faint blush crept up his ears and spread across his cheeks, turning his face red.

Lu Chi tugged at his collar, suddenly feeling parched.

Tang Yin mischievously wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned close to his ear. “Have you been dreaming about me? Indecent dreams?”

Lu Chi’s body stiffened. Without speaking, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

Tang Yin shifted closer and licked his reddened, heated ear. She remembered how sensitive he was.

Sure enough, the next moment, Lu Chi trembled.