Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 84: Early Romantic Relationships Prohibited!

Training ended early at noon, and Instructor Xu, unusually kind, dismissed the class at 11:30.

The cafeteria wasn't in peak hours yet, so there was no need to queue for food. Song Huan was pondering what to eat when Zhao Qihang patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Let's go play ball."

Song Huan glanced at him.

Zhao Qihang was holding a basketball with a smile on his face, but there was something more to that smile.

Lu Ciyuan and Chen Xu were standing nearby. Lu Ciyuan was biting his nails, while Chen Xu had his head down but his eyes were glancing towards the basketball court.

Song Huan thought for a moment. Since training wasn't until the afternoon and she was free anyway, she said, "Okay."

The basketball court next to the playground was scorching hot from the sun, and the cement surface gleamed white.

After changing into shorts and going shirtless, Zhao Qihang took out a basketball from his bag, dribbled it a couple of times, and found it to be pretty good.

"Two against two," Zhao Qihang tossed the ball to Song Huan, "Lu Ciyuan and I are on one team, and you and Chen Xu are on the other."

Song Huan caught the ball and glanced at Chen Xu.

This tall guy stood there, half a head taller than everyone else, with long arms and broad shoulders; he was like a tower under the basket.

But he usually stutters when he speaks, and during military training, Instructor Xu stared at him three times while he was standing at attention, each time because he was uncoordinated.

Song Huan passed the ball to him, "You play inside."

Chen Xu caught the ball and nodded.

Game start.

Zhao Qihang dribbled the ball across half-court. He was wearing glasses, but his movements were flashy. He dribbled between his legs and behind his back, the ball spinning in his hands like he was performing.

Song Huan guarded against him, not going for the ball, but sticking close to him, not giving him any room to break through.

Zhao Qihang made two attempts to break through but failed, so he passed the ball to Lu Ciyuan.

Lu Ciyuan stood outside the three-point line, caught the ball and shot. The ball bounced off the rim, and Chen Xu jumped up to grab the rebound and passed the ball to Song Huan.

Song Huan dribbled the ball to the frontcourt, where Zhao Qihang guarded him closely.

Song Huan didn't force a shot; instead, she made a bounce pass to Chen Xu under the basket.

Chen Xu received the ball, turned around, jumped, flicked the ball from his fingertips, and it went into the basket off the backboard.

His movements were clean and efficient, a stark contrast to his usual clumsy and awkward manner when standing at attention in military formation.

Zhao Qihang was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Sure."

Chen Xu scratched his head, said nothing, and ran back to defend.

In the next round, Song Huan got the ball again, and Zhao Qihang came close again.

Song Huan didn't rush to drive. After dribbling a couple of times, she saw Chen Xu holding the position under the basket and passed him a high lob pass.

Chen Xu received the ball, backed down twice, turned and hooked it in, the ball spun around the rim and rolled in.

"Good shot!" Song Huan shouted.

Chen Xu turned around, glanced at him, and smiled.

Zhao Qihang's expression turned grim.

He dribbled past half-court, then skipped the fancy moves and accelerated past Song Huan for a layup.

Just as the ball left my hand, a large hand slapped it from the side, and with a "smack," the ball bounced back off the backboard.

Chen Xu stood under the basket, his hand still raised.

Zhao Qihang stared at the ball that had been knocked away, his mouth opened, but he couldn't say anything.

Lu Ciyuan was gnawing on his nails next to him, and he was gnawing even harder.

Song Huan picked up the ball and dribbled it to the three-point line.

Zhao Qihang didn't dare to stick too close this time, for fear of being overtaken.

Song Huan glanced at Chen Xu under the basket, and Zhao Qihang also glanced at him, taking a step back towards the inside.

Song Huan paused for a moment while dribbling, then pulled up for a jump shot.

The ball was flicked from the fingertips, arcing high, and bounced off the backboard into the basket.

Three points.

Zhao Qihang stood there, his face darkening.

He remembered that night when Song Huan showed off his guitar skills, the way all the girls in the class looked at him, and how he himself had sung a song but received less than half the applause.

I was hoping to get my revenge on myself when I played basketball today, but what happened?

Song Huan doesn't hog the ball; he passes it whenever he gets it, and his assists are all impressive. He's also accurate with his three-pointers.

Anyone who plays ball would love to fall in love with him.

Zhao Qihang gritted his teeth, "Again."

After half an hour of playing, the score gap widened to double digits.

Zhao Qihang and Lu Ciyuan sat on the sidelines catching their breath, while Song Huan and Chen Xu gave each other a high five.

Chen Xu had large hands, and when he slapped Song Huan's palm, the sound was frighteningly crisp.

"Good news," Chen Xu said, his voice muffled, but his eyes bright.

That was an acknowledgment of Song Huan's ball skills.

Song Huan nodded. "You played really well."

Chen Xu scratched his head and blushed.

Zhao Qihang watched this scene from the side, his teeth itching with rage.

Lu Ciyuan leaned closer and whispered, "How about some resistance?"

"Go to hell! Go crash into Chen Xu!"

Lu Ciyuan smiled awkwardly. Chen Xu's large physique might knock him off the field.

Zhao Qihang glanced at Lu Ciyuan with annoyance, then his eyes lit up immediately because he saw two people not far away.

Two girls were walking towards the basketball court, carrying one bottle of water and the other two.

She was wearing a military training uniform, without a hat, and her hair was tied in a ponytail.

The one in front was taller and had a fair complexion, while the one behind was shorter and had a round face.

Zhao Qihang's eyes lit up. "Class 7."

Lu Ciyuan saw them too, and stopped chewing his nails. "The one on the left is called Lin Xiaoyu, and the one on the right is called Zhang Mengmeng. They are the class beauty and vice class beauty of Class 7."

Zhao Qihang nodded, "The one on the left gets 8 points, and the one on the right gets 7.5 points."

Chen Xu listened to their scoring from the sidelines, looking completely bewildered. "What are they doing here? This is the boys' area for playing basketball. Are they going to play here too?"

Zhao Qihang rolled his eyes at him. "You're hopeless."

Chen Xu scratched his head, still not understanding.

Zhao Qihang shifted his gaze from the two girls to Song Huan.

Song Huan was unaware that the people from Class 7 had come to find her. She was sitting on a chair by the field, drinking water, her legs stretched out, leaning back in the chair, basking in the sun, feeling very comfortable.

Zhao Qihang felt a pang of jealousy.

After that night, several girls from the next class came to inquire about Song Huan.

Ask students from Class 7, Class 9, and Class 10 what their names are, which class they're in, and whether they have a girlfriend.

Zhao Qihang always says, "Yes, but his cousin is in our class."

Originally, I wanted to help Song Huan fend off unwanted suitors, but the girls got even more excited after hearing my explanation.

"Cousin, wouldn't that be even better?"

Zhao Qihang didn't want to admit it, but the facts were there.

The two girls were indeed heading towards Song Huan.

as predicted.

The two girls walked up to Song Huan and stopped.

The taller one lowered his head, blushed, and handed over the water in his hand.

The shorter one also had his head down, holding the water bottle high in his hand.

Neither of them spoke; they just stood there, holding their water bottles, like two kittens waiting to be taken in.

Song Huan was drinking water with her head down, then spitting it on the ground to tease the little ants, when she suddenly felt someone standing in front of her and looked up.

Two girls stood in front of him, their faces flushed, holding up their water bottles for a long time, but he didn't take them.

"Um..." the tall one spoke up, his voice barely audible, "Song Huan, here you go."

Before Song Huan could react, two bottles of water were shoved into his arms.

One was a salad bar, the other a bottle of mineral water; water droplets still condensed on the bottle, and it was cool.

The two girls finished filling their pouches with water and turned to run, their ponytails swung as they ran as fast as if they were being chased by a dog.

Song Huan stood there, holding two bottles of water, watching their figures disappear around the corner of the playground.

He looked down at the water in his arms, then at the direction they had run, and sighed.

Zhao Qihang, standing to the side, was incredibly envious. "Tsk."

Lu Ciyuan also scoffed, "Tsk."

Chen Xu scratched his head. "Why don't I have any water? Didn't they see my dunk just now?"

Zhao Qihang and Lu Ciyuan turned to look at him at the same time, their eyes filled with complicated emotions.

Zhao Qihang patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, no one saw that dunk except the rim and the ball."

Chen Xu lowered his head and remained silent.

Lu Ciyuan was also feeling a bit jealous, but his gaze drifted to the side and then suddenly froze.

His expression changed from sour to fascinating; his lips twitched, then twitched again, and he nudged Zhao Qihang with his hand.

"Here it comes, here it comes, let's watch the show."

Zhao Qihang followed his gaze and his expression became quite interesting.

Chen Xu looked up, glanced at it, and froze.

Xiao Yunqing was walking towards the stadium.

She was wearing her military training uniform, her hat was on neatly, and her ponytail was pulled out from behind the brim and hung down on her shoulder.

He was carrying two bottles of water, one blue and one pink.

Beside her was Feng Nian, empty-handed, with a smile on her face, talking to her.

Feng Nian glanced at the water in Xiao Yunqing's hand. "Class monitor, why did you buy two bottles of water? Can you drink that much? Or are they for Song Huan?"

Xiao Yunqing said matter-of-factly, "He's my cousin, of course I have to take care of him."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Song Huan standing by the court.

He sat in the chair, and two girls handed him water, then turned and ran away.

The girl's face turned almost completely red with embarrassment.

Standing beside him were Zhao Qihang, Lu Ciyuan, and Chen Xu, each with a different expression, but all looking at him.

Feng Nian also saw Song Huan being given water, and a smile appeared on her lips. "It seems your cousin doesn't need your care anymore."

Xiao Yunqing's expression changed.

It changes from white to red, from red to cyan, and then from cyan back to white, finally settling on an indescribable color.

She took a deep breath, clutched the two bottles of water in her hand, and quickened her pace.

As soon as Xiao Yunqing appeared, the other boys playing basketball on the sidelines noticed her and played even more energetically, each one slamming their dunks with reckless abandon.

But Xiao Yunqing couldn't be bothered with anyone except Song Huan.

Zhao Qihang and Lu Ciyuan exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying the message of "watching the show."

Chen Xu hadn't reacted yet. He stood there, watching Xiao Yunqing walk over, then looked at the two bottles of water in Song Huan's arms. His mind raced for a moment before he finally understood.

Song Huan is finished!

He shut his mouth.

Song Huan was having a headache about what to do with the two bottles of water.

Give it back? They've already run away.

Drink it by yourself? You can't finish two bottles.

Throw it away? That's a waste.

As he was thinking, he looked up and saw Xiao Yunqing standing in front of him.

Her expression was hard to describe; it wasn't anger, but it was more frightening than anger.

It's that kind of expression where you clearly didn't do anything wrong, but you just feel like you did something wrong.

Her inner thoughts drifted over, one after another, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

[Two bottles of water, two girls, one bottle each!]

[That's quite a generous gift.]

[Your smile is quite beautiful, like a flower.]

Why didn't he refuse?

Why didn't he run away?

Why is he still holding her?

Song Huan opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Zhao Qihang spoke first.

"Wow, Song Huan, you're so popular! Even the girls from Class 7 came to bring you water." The voice was just loud enough for Xiao Yunqing to hear.

Lu Ciyuan chimed in from the side, "Yeah, yeah, two bottles. If you can't finish them, you can share one with me."

Zhao Qihang then said, "What's there to share? It was specially given to Song Huan. What would it look like if you drank it?"

The two of them sang in unison, their expressions so sincere it was as if they were reciting a textbook.

Song Huan glared at them, Zhao Qihang grinned, and Lu Ciyuan turned his face away, his shoulders shaking.

Chen Xu stood to the side, head down, pretending to tie his shoelaces, but his ears were actually perked up like antennas.

Xiao Yunqing stood there, looking at the two bottles of water in Song Huan's arms for three seconds.

Then she laughed.

She walked over, handed the water in her left hand to Feng Nian, and then took the two bottles of water from Song Huan's arms.

A bottle of salsa, a bottle of mineral water, each held tightly in one hand.

"I'm thirsty." She unscrewed the cap of the salsa and took a sip.

Song Huan's lips twitched slightly as she glanced at the two bottles of water in Feng Nian's hand. "Didn't you buy two bottles yourself?"

Xiao Yunqing snorted, "I don't like drinking this."

"Then why did you buy it just now?"

"Buy whatever you want, be rich and do whatever you want, is there a problem?"

She tilted her chin up, speaking with an air of self-righteousness, "I just like drinking yours."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Her ponytail swung, and she walked quickly, like a cat that had stolen a fish.

Clutching the bottle of sarsaparilla in his hand, he took another sip, his cheeks puffing out.

Feng Nian stood to the side, watching this scene, and quickly followed after her with water in her arms.

He took two steps, glanced back at Song Huan, and then turned back again.

"Class monitor," Feng Nian caught up with Xiao Yunqing and walked beside her, "Aren't you being too strict? It's normal for girls to like Song Huan."

Xiao Yunqing paused, turned to look at Feng Nian, her expression as serious as if she were reciting school rules.

"Early romantic relationships are bad. At Jiangcheng No. 1 High School, early romantic relationships are strictly prohibited!"

Feng Nian stared at her serious expression for a second, then laughed.

Without saying anything more, I followed her out of the playground.

On the sidelines of the court, Song Huan sat helplessly in a chair and drank the water from his cup.

At least leave me one bottle!

Zhao Qihang walked over and sat down next to him. "Brother, your cousin's pretty nosy. But you'd better be careful not to produce supercomputers."

Song Huan's lips twitched slightly.

Lu Ciyuan also came over, "Both bottles of water were confiscated, what a disaster."

Chen Xu stood to the side, scratching his head. "Why is the class monitor so strict?"

Zhao Qihang and Lu Ciyuan both turned to look at him at the same time.

Zhao Qihang patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, you should keep tying your shoelaces."

Chen Xu looked down at his shoes; he realized he hadn't tied his shoelaces properly.

He squatted down and tied it tighter.

After fastening his pants, Chen Xu stood up, patted them, and asked, "Are we still going to fight?"

Zhao Qihang was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Attack!"

Several people ran back onto the field.

The sun was overhead, making the cement ground scorching hot; sweat dripped onto the ground and dried instantly.

The racket hit the ground with a rapid, thumping sound.

Song Huan dribbled past half-court, and Zhao Qihang guarded him, sticking to him even tighter this time.

Song Huan didn't pass the ball; he made a crossover dribble, broke through to the basket, jumped up, flicked the ball from his fingertips, and banked it into the hoop.

Zhao Qihang stood behind, panting, "How the hell do you know everything?"

Song Huan landed, glanced back at him, and said modestly, "I know a little bit of everything."

Zhao Qihang gritted his teeth and remained silent.