Chapter 184: Snowball Fight

Seeing this, the group could no longer hold back and joined the snowball fight with great enthusiasm.

Wu Yue'er was the first to step onto the snow, making a "crunch, crunch" sound and leaving a string of beautiful footprints behind her; quick as lightning, she suddenly grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and smeared it on Shen Yan's face.

After succeeding, Wu Yue'er couldn't help but giggle.

"Damn it!"

Caught off guard, Shen Yan suffered a muffled blow; he raised his hand to wipe the snow residue from his face and declared, "You're done for, I'm telling you. Today, I'll show you what a real snowball fight is."

"Come on then! Whoever chickens out is a coward!" Wu Yue'er stuck out her tongue mischievously.

How could he endure this?

Shen Yan scooped up a lump of snow from the lawn, squeezed it slightly, and threw it directly at her.

"Hehe! You missed!"

Having failed to control the angle and force, he missed, and Wu Yue'er began her counterattack.

Seeing the two of them going at it, Yu Youwei hurriedly joined the fray, packing a snowball and calling out to Wu Yue'er, "Pi Yan, I'm coming to help you."

Although she wasn't hit, Wu Yue'er shrieked in anger, asking whose side Youwei was on and if they were still friends; Yu Youwei giggled and said, "Not today, we'll talk about that later."

"Fine! Then I'll take care of you too."

The others joined in as well, and the group split into two distinct camps, one led by Wu Yue'er and the other by Shen Yan, both sides playing intensely.

Only Chen Shanni seemed a bit reserved, standing to the side with a hesitant look, though her eyes betrayed her eagerness; Shen Yan, now able to control his aim, noticed this and threw a snowball directly at her clothes.

He beckoned to her and said, "Come on, come on!"

Wu Yue'er knew her friend's personality well and egged her on, "Shanni, come help me quickly, Shen Yan is bullying me to death."

That's right! Once Shen Yan mastered his throwing technique, all sorts of snowballs were aimed at Wu Yue'er's face; the pink-framed glasses she wore were knocked crooked several times, and the lenses were already completely blurred.

She was so angry she was about to cry!

She simply took off her glasses.

Anyway, her nearsightedness was only 150 degrees, so this made it easier for her to throw herself into the game. However, no matter how she dodged, the snowballs followed her like a shadow, with nearly an 80 percent hit rate.

Ahhh!

You jerk!

He was just flirting with her on his phone earlier, lecherously pinching her butt, but now he wasn't showing any mercy at all.

Hearing this, a hint of excitement appeared on Chen Shanni's round, rosy cheeks; she mimicked the others—scooping snow, packing it, and throwing it—her movements fluid as if she had practiced them a thousand times in her heart.

Shen Yan's lips curled up, he tilted his head to dodge, and then continued to target Wu Yue'er.

If you don't discipline this girl for three days, she'll climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles!

"Ahhh!"

"Lin Yang, are you useless? Hurry up and pelt Shen Yan to death for me."

"Shanni, don't be polite, hit him hard for me."

Wu Yue'er ran around in a panic, head covered, while asking others for help, but Shen Yan was as slippery as an eel, and not a single snowball could hit him.

The others watched and laughed.

Yu Youwei was dancing with excitement, looking just like a little squirrel; although her accuracy wasn't great, she was the one throwing the most energetically.

Wu Yue'er threatened to break off their friendship and never see her again, to which Yu Youwei replied, "I'm not the one hitting you the hardest, go find Shen Yan."

Just as the words left her mouth, Yu Youwei lost her footing and fell to the ground.

The biggest taboo in a snowball fight is falling down.

Among the nearly one thousand students on the football field, at this moment, whether friend or foe, or just onlookers, everyone would turn their guns toward the person who fell. Even if the person who fell was their own girlfriend, the boyfriend would not hesitate to land another blow.

Everyone swarmed over, grabbing snow from the ground and piling it onto Yu Youwei, and Wu Yue'er's eyes lit up.

Hahaha! That's what you get for being smug, karma has caught up with you.

Wu Yue'er grabbed snowballs and pelted Yu Youwei with them to get her revenge.

She even went as far as stuffing snow into her collar.

A refreshing, heart-chilling surprise!

"Waah! Pi Yan, they're all bullying me."

Only when the bombardment ended and everyone scattered did Yu Youwei struggle to crawl up from the snow.

At this moment, Yu Youwei was in a sorry state, her hair disheveled and dyed white by the snow; her cheeks and forehead were covered in ice crystals, as if she had just walked out of an ice cellar; even her collar was filled with accumulated snow.

She pulled at the hem of her undergarment to shake it out, all the while pitifully playing the victim to Shen Yan.

Hoping Shen Yan would avenge her.

Luo Qiqi and the others couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight.

"It's no use looking for Shen Yan, he didn't hold back on you either just now," Wu Yue'er said, gloating.

Shen Yan coughed feignedly; when a tree falls, the monkeys scatter, and when a wall collapses, everyone pushes it—in a snowball fight, nobody cares who you are, you just have to enjoy it first.

At this moment, Yu Youwei felt like killing him; she had helped Shen Yan so much earlier, only to be rewarded with this, so she no longer had the heart to retaliate against Wu Yue'er and instead grabbed a snowball and pelted Shen Yan.

Wu Yue'er followed right behind.

To win the favor of the goddess, Lin Yang abandoned all sense of fair play, grabbing Shen Yan from behind and shouting, "This guy doesn't know how to cherish the fairer sex at all, hurry up and hit him, the harder the better."

Wu Yue'er and Yu Youwei both gave him a thumbs up and attacked without mercy. Seeing this, the others no longer hesitated and joined the ranks of those attacking Shen Yan.

This was too much!

Shen Yan used a grappling move to firmly seize Lin Yang's arm, pushed up with his shoulder, exerted force from his waist, and performed a standard shoulder throw, sending Lin Yang landing lightly.

Then he shouted, "Someone fell!"

And a swarm of unknown onlookers began to attack Lin Yang frantically.

"Holy crap!" Lin Yang's face turned green, and he hurriedly covered his head to avoid injury as much as possible.

The others watched with their scalps tingling, almost forgetting that Shen Yan's combat power was off the charts; given his record of retreating unscathed from a 1-vs-5, if they really played dirty, they would only be the ones suffering in the end.

The great battle lasted for half an hour, and the group was exhausted, their voices becoming hoarse, like stones eroded by wind and sand, rough and low.

Almost everyone suffered from being "ganged up on," and even Shen Yan could not escape the clutches, with ice crystals covering his hair, clothes, and face—what a miserable sight!

Despite this, everyone's face was beaming with a brilliant smile.

It was simply because this battle had been played with such great enjoyment.

What was unexpected was that the usually most gentle and quiet Chen Shanni actually had such a wild side; she was full of spirit while having the snowball fight, and the snowballs in her hands flew out like meteors, each hit triggering a burst of happy laughter and cheers.

It seemed as if she were venting the little emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time.

That scene attracted the gazes of who knows how many men and women.