Her forehead and palms were scraped, the forehead more seriously, bleeding from the broken skin, but fortunately it stopped quickly.
She used tissues to wipe away the surrounding blood, and let down her ponytail, messing up her bangs to hide the injury on her forehead.
She wasn’t usually such a reckless person. Just as she was best at playing docile, if it had been before, encountering such a situation, she would have stayed silent, not provoking the other party.
But seeing how they bullied people on the court earlier, Zhou Wan couldn’t even pretend to be docile and weak anymore.
However, now that she was injured, afraid Lu Xixiao would notice, Zhou Wan didn’t dare go back inside.
If he found out, he would probably play with emotion, and since the referee was clearly on No. 18’s side, he would be called for fouls if he played aggressively.
If Lu Xixiao got fouled out, then there would be no hope of winning.
Zhou Wan didn’t want him to lose.
She leaned alone outside the stadium, putting all her weight on her uninjured right foot, her left foot barely touching the ground.
Screams and cheers rose and fell from inside the gymnasium.
Seems Lu Xixiao was scoring many points.
Another quarter ended, and Zhou Wan’s phone suddenly made a sound.
She opened it.
[6: Where are you?]
[Zhou Wan: Outside.]
Afraid he would come out, Zhou Wan quickly sent another message.
[Zhou Wan: It was too stuffy inside, I’m walking around nearby. Your clothes are on my seat, remember to get them later.]
Lu Xixiao didn’t reply again.
Soon after, the final quarter began.
Zhou Wan listened to the sounds inside, her heart surging along with them. Finally, a long, loud whistle cut through the dusk, the entire gymnasium erupted in screams, and she could hear many girls shouting Lu Xixiao’s name.
Five minutes later, people started walking out.
Everyone who came out couldn’t help but marvel at how amazing the game had been.
Zhou Wan waited quite a while before Gu Meng came.
“Wan-wan? Why didn’t you come back for the second half? I thought you went back to the classroom!” Gu Meng ran over and linked arms with her, “Was your stomach very uncomfortable?”
Zhou Wan brushed her hair, vaguely making an “mm” sound.
“Do you want to go to the hospital?”
“No need, I’m better now.”
Gu Meng wanted to feel her forehead but saw the injury under her messy bangs. She jumped in shock, lifting the hair away: “What happened to you?!”
“Just fell earlier, it’s nothing, doesn’t hurt.”
“Such a big cut and it doesn’t hurt?”
Zhou Wan smiled with pressed lips: “It only hurt when I fell.”
“You should be more careful! Are you hurt anywhere else?”
“I’m fine.”
Zhou Wan pretended not to have sprained her ankle, not wanting Gu Meng to notice.
Gu Meng linked arms with her: “You missed out by not watching earlier! You don’t know how cool Lu Xixiao was!”
“Did they win?”
“They won! Eight points ahead too! Those beasts from No. 18 got too anxious after halftime, too reckless, couldn’t defend against Lu Xixiao, so he took the chance to score lots of points.”
No wonder the screaming was so intense earlier.
Zhou Wan lowered her head and smiled lightly.
Suddenly, a magnetic deep voice came from behind.
“Zhou Wan.” Lu Xixiao called out to her.
She turned around.
The young man had put his jacket directly over his red jersey, looking arrogant, zipper open, still sweating, walking towards her in large strides against the sunset light streaming into the corridor.
Gu Meng immediately bumped Zhou Wan, blinking at her frantically, dropping an “I’m leaving first” before running away.
Lu Xixiao walked to her side: “Your friend is quite sensible.”
“…”
Zhou Wan touched the few strands of hair at her temple.
“I won,” he said.
Zhou Wan couldn’t help but smile: “I know.”
“They’re going to eat something later,” he took out his cigarette case, pulling out a cigarette and holding it between his fingers, “Want to come?”
Zhou Wan paused: “I still need to go to the arcade, so I won’t.”
The wind was always disobedient.
The draft blew through the entire corridor, messing up Zhou Wan’s hair.
Lu Xixiao’s gaze moved from her eyes to her forehead, and seeing him frown, Zhou Wan thought, it’s over.
“How did this happen?” his voice sank.
“I fell.”
This explanation worked on Gu Meng, but it wouldn’t work on Lu Xixiao.
“A fall could cause an injury like this?” he laughed coldly, “Tell the truth.”
Zhou Wan pressed her lips together, not speaking.
Lu Xixiao suddenly became angry. When he was truly angry, he gave no face to anyone: “Who the fuck did this!”
Zhou Wan was quiet for two seconds before telling the truth: “Luo He.”
He curled his lips in a cold laugh, nodding: “Alright.”
That unlit cigarette was thrown to the ground and mercilessly stepped on, Lu Xixiao turning and walking away with large strides, his steps fierce.
Luo He’s group had just changed clothes and came out, walking towards them.
Lu Xixiao didn’t stop his steps, face dark, without any warning throwing a punch at Luo He’s face.
He used his full strength, making Luo He stagger and nearly fall, instantly tasting iron in his mouth, half his face numb, without any feeling.
The next second, before those around could react, Lu Xixiao grabbed Luo He’s neck and slammed him against the wall, arm veins nearly bursting, Luo He’s heels leaving the ground.
His eyes were so cold they didn’t look like they were looking at a living thing.
“Luo He, who do you think you are?”
His palm kept applying pressure, Luo He couldn’t even catch his breath, for the first time looking so pathetic.
Lu Xixiao’s eyes were blood-red as he said word by word, “You dare touch my person.”