Chapter 88 - Your Playing Style Resembles Bey’s
Chapter 88: Your Playing Style Resembles Bey’s
“You’re refusing to play assassin because you’re afraid that I will find out something, right?” That voice seemed to remain in Mo Bei’s ear. Although it was casual, it couldn’t be overlooked. “Your playing style resembles Bey’s.”
Mo Bei lifted the baseball bat horizontally, her face still indifferent. “Playing the assassin position requires one to be able to lead and carry the team. I’m just worried that I won’t be able to do so. If Captain can rest assured and hand the entire battle team to me, then I’m fine with playing any position.”
“Is that so?” The suspicion in Feng Nai’s gaze as it landed on the youth’s profile was not reduced. “Then let me see how exactly you will play assassin. Alright, now we can settle the old score between us.”
“Agreed.” Mo Bei’s profile was still aloof. Regardless of what she had to do, she just had to divert the other party’s suspicions.
Swish!
The baseball bats struck down.
Both of them had acted almost at the same time.
The edges of their uniforms seemed like they could be lifted by the wind.
Their movements were equally attractive.
Their dodging poses and profiles as they swung their arms were enough to make the young girls who saw them in this state go mad.
However, perhaps because they were too evenly-matched, their baseball bats struck against each other twice in a row.
Neither one earned a true advantage over the other.
Meanwhile, Zhao Jianjian, who was surrounded by the students from No.1 Middle School, was very close to opening his arms wide and screaming abuse while asking for help.
If he had been a girl, this trick might have been useful.
Unfortunately, he was a man.
Zhao Jianjian was about to hug his head and prepare to receive the punches the opposite side was swinging over.
However, he suddenly heard a childish voice from not too far away. “Aren’t you the weird brother who was with Little Brother the other day?”
Little Brother?
Weird brother?
Zhao Jianjian instinctively opened his eyes to look at the person who had spoken. It was the child who looked like a little prince. He was standing right before him. He was too short, so he’d only noticed him now.
“What the f*ck? Why are you here?”
Zhao Jianjian was still very humane. Knowing that Brother Nan doted on this child, he immediately shouted, “Leave quickly!”
Little did he know that, not only would the child not leave, but he would even turn around to face the Vice President of No.1 Middle School, who possessed great authority, and say, “Brother Qing, this brother is a friend of my Little Brother. Don’t hit him.”
Zhao Jianjian: Huh? What is happening?
This child belonged to No.1’s side?
No.1 Middle School’s Vice President You Muqing also frowned after hearing these words. ‘Little Brother’?
This rascal was Mo Nan’s sidekick.
Why would he know Little Lin’s friend?
Besides, who was this Little Brother he had mentioned?
No matter what, there was one thing that You Muqing was very tactful about: not raising a hand in front of Little Lin.
Otherwise, their bro-con Chief, who couldn’t even bother to fight, would certainly make him bear the consequences.
Feng Nai was still unaware that Little Lin had come to school that day.
However, by then, the outcome couldn’t change anymore.
Hence, You Muqing very decisively glanced to his right.
All the students from No.1 Middle School stepped back.
Zhao Jianjian, who still could not believe to this day that he had been saved, was dumbfounded.
Instead, Little Lin spoke. “Weird brother, why are you alone? Where is Little Brother? I came to find him and fetch him to my house for dinner.”
Zhao Jianjian felt extremely stressed while being watched by a dozen students from No.1 Middle School, whom he’d once arranged fights against. He simply wanted to find an excuse to escape. “Ah, Brother Nan… Brother Nan hasn’t left.” Zhao Jianjian’s gaze flickered around as he said, “Why don’t I take you to him, little man?”