Chapter 42: How Many Days Can A Flower Be Red?
Sheng Yang was standing in the playground wearing a white sports outfit with a high ponytail, looking confident. She was like a beautiful picture and onlookers could hardly shift their eyes away from her.
Sheng Yue stood opposite, frowning at Sheng Yang. đłređ˛đ eđnđźvđ˛l.cđ¨đŚ
She had taken a fancy to this outfit too since it was limited edition, and she had begged her mother to buy it for her. However, her mother refused and bought her brother a pair of sneakers worth $1 million.
Next to Sheng Yang, Fang Duo looked at her profile intently, almost salivating.
She stretched out her hand but soon retracted it, wanting to stroke Sheng Yangâs beautiful black hair. It was so smooth and soft that she really wanted to feel her hair slip through her fingers!
Fang Duo had tried to grow long hair, but every time her hair grew longer, it would dry up and split. Sheng Yangâs hair almost reached her waist, but the quality of her hair wasnât affected at all.
Ou Ye walked past Fang Duo. âLittle Fang Duo, wipe your drool. Itâs almost dripping to the ground.â
Fang Duo hurriedly wiped the corners of her mouth, and when she discovered there was no saliva at all, she glared at Ou Ye angrily.
Ou Ye put his hands behind his head. âConcentrate on the competition. This is a battle of honor between us and Class One.â
âYouâre trying to tell me?!â Fang Duo rolled up her sleeves. âI have to try my bestâŚâ
Seeing her so full of fighting spirit, Ou Ye thought she was going to say something tough or that she was going to do a long jump, high jump, and so on, but in the end, she said, âI must try my best to cheer you guys on.â
Ou Ye curled his lips. ââŚForget it.â
Fang Duo said aggrievedly, âYou know Iâm not good at sports. If I participate in the competition, youâll definitely think Iâm a spy for Class One.â
ââŚâ Ou Ye pouted and looked at Sheng Yang. âSheng Yang, how about you?â
âIt doesnât matter to me,â Sheng Yang said casually.
A question popped up in Ou Yeâs mind.
He thought Sheng Yang grew up in a mountainous village so she must be physically strong and be good at sports. That was why he asked her.
But what did she mean by âit doesnât matter to meâ? Did she mean that she actually wasnât good at sports?
Ou Yeâs eyes flickered. To be on the safe side, theyâd better pick the girls who were normally good at sports for the girlsâ events.
The competition, which required the best three out of five sets, had started. The students who werenât participating in the competition were all standing by to cheer on the competitors.
Listening to the deafening screams and applause, Sheng Yang glanced sideways at Fang Duo, and her beautiful amber-like pupils flickered slightly.
This girl hadnât shown any merit before, but now Sheng Yang discovered she was really good at cheering people on.
âClass Seven, Class Seven, Extraordinary Class Seven. If we canât get first place, which class can?â
âXX, XX youâre the best! Class Seven, Class Seven, Class 7 is the strongest!â
Fang Duoâs voice alone drowned out the voices of several Class One girls.
Sheng Yue couldnât help but look at them and smiled at Sheng Yang. âYangyang, can you ask your friend to keep it down? Itâs not like whoever has the loudest voice will have the final say.â
âWhy donât you ask your friends to keep it down?â Sheng Yang said deadpan without even looking at her.
The smile on Sheng Yueâs face froze.
âWow, âGoddess Shengâ is awesome!â
âOh, Yangyang, I knew you would protect me.â
All the students in Class Seven took Sheng Yangâs side while the students of Class 1 thought this girl was very arrogant and aggressive.
She got a perfect score only once. How many days could a flower stay red?
Sheng Yue obviously didnât expect that Sheng Yang would refute her like this. She was her cousin. Did she have to be so hostile to her?