Chapter 2057: Being Falsely Accused

Although Zhang He was training, his attention was focused on Jiang Mobai's side.

Because his mind was not on the training, Zhang He was always a half-beat slow.

Seeing this, Wang Zi asked, "What is wrong with you today?"

Zhang He was just looking for an excuse to slip away to the lounge, and upon hearing Wang Zi speak to him, he immediately clutched his stomach.

Then, frowning, he said, "I'm not feeling well, my stomach hurts, I need to go drink some hot water."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, no, I can go by myself, don't let me delay your training. The coach will be here in a while, just tell him."

"Alright."

Zhang He glanced at Jiang Mobai, who was focused on training, then clutched his stomach and left alone.

Zhang He's popularity within the racing team was average.

Wang Zi often bickered with him for no reason.

But seeing that he looked very uncomfortable, Wang Zi was still a bit worried.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Zi actually followed him.

Zhang He did not yet know that a tail was following behind him.

He went to the lounge, but instead of looking for hot water to drink, he took advantage of the fact that no one was around to secretly open Jiang Mobai's locker...

To avoid being disturbed, everyone kept their mobile phones in the lounge lockers during training.

Zhang He rummaged through Jiang Mobai's locker and quickly found his phone.

The moment he gripped the phone, Zhang He's eyes were filled with excitement!

But the next second, he began to feel annoyed again.

Because unlocking the phone screen required a password.

Zhang He did not know the password; he tried twice, and both were wrong.

What a nuisance!

Just as Zhang He was feeling annoyed, someone behind him said, "Is your stomach feeling any better?"

The sudden voice gave Zhang He a fright.

Because he was startled, the phone in his hand dropped to the floor.

Zhang He hurriedly picked it up.

But even though he moved quickly, Wang Zi still saw that uniquely shaped phone case.

He asked in surprise, "Isn't that Mobai's phone? Why is it with you?"

"I picked it up off the floor. Hey, I thought it looked familiar, and now that you mention it, I realize it really is Jiang Mobai's."

"But how could the phone be outside?"

"Maybe Jiang Mobai accidentally dropped it when he was changing clothes."

Zhang He was very nervous.

But fortunately, the reason he gave did not arouse Wang Zi's suspicion.

He even said, "Then put it back."

"The locker has a combination lock, and I can't open it."

Zhang He was lying; he had previously secretly memorized the password when he saw Jiang Mobai enter it.

He had also used the password to open Jiang Mobai's locker just now.

But Wang Zi was unaware of this.

He scratched his head and said, "Then leave it with me for now, I'll give it to Mobai later."

"That works too."

"Right, let me help you pour some hot water."

"Thanks."

Zhang He thanked him, but in his heart, he was blaming Wang Zi.

If he hadn't appeared, Zhang He would have had more time to try and crack the phone's password.

Now, this is great; Wang Zi will definitely tell Jiang Mobai about what happened here.

When that time comes, the whole thing will be exposed!

Zhang He did not want to expose himself.

He had to find a way to clear his name!

His eyes darted around, and Zhang He said to Wang Zi, "You go back first, don't let me delay your training."

Wang Zi found Zhang He a bit strange today.

He used to be so arrogant he could barely look at anyone.

Today, he had actually become polite.

It made Wang Zi feel a bit uncomfortable.

He rubbed his nose and said, "Alright then, you rest a while longer, if you need anything, just call us."

"Okay."

Zhang He watched Wang Zi leave.

Only when he could no longer see Wang Zi's figure did he start wandering around the vicinity.

Suddenly, a "ding-a-ling" sound came from the quiet corridor.

It was a landline phone ringing.

Someone picked up the phone, and after saying only a few words, they spoke the name "Jiang Mobai."

Zhang He's ears twitched, and he followed the sound.

It turned out to be the team leader taking a phone call.

He was chatting very politely with the person on the other end of the line.

When he hung up, he saw Zhang He "just happened" to be passing by the front of the office.

The team leader called out to him and asked, "Why aren't you at training?"

Zhang He clutched his stomach and said a bit weakly, "My stomach is a little uncomfortable; I drank some hot water and feel much better."

"With the competition approaching, you all have a lot of pressure; remember to regulate your state of mind."

"Understood," Zhang He paused, then asked, "That phone call just now was..."

"It was from Mobai's family; they were looking for him about something."

"I see. Since I'm heading back to continue training anyway, I'll tell him."

"Alright, tell him to call his family back when he has time."

Zhang He nodded immediately, his heart blooming with joy.

Look at that, the opportunity to shift the blame—hasn't it just arrived!?

Zhang He walked toward the training ground with long, swift strides.

At this moment, Jiang Mobai was standing on the sidelines resting, the expression on his face still somewhat serious.

Whenever he took something seriously, he would unconsciously put away his devil-may-care attitude.

His whole person would even radiate an imposing aura.

In the past, Zhang He would have scoffed at such an aura.

He felt it was just posturing.

However, at this moment...

He felt a bit nervous, swallowed his saliva, and then walked over quickly before saying with feigned calmness, "The team leader asked me to tell you that your family called just now; it seems like there's an emergency, so you should call them back."

"Understood."

Jiang Mobai gave a response and walked toward the lounge.

Zhang He followed silently behind.

He knew what was about to happen next.

And what he had to do was stay calm and not let anyone discover any flaws!

Soon, Jiang Mobai walked to the lounge and opened his locker.

However...

"Where is my phone?"

Zhang He said very "enthusiastically," "Did you lose it?"

"Impossible, I put it in the locker."

"Then let me call your phone for you."

Saying this, Zhang He used his own phone to dial Jiang Mobai's number.

The ringtone sounded quickly.

But the source of the sound was...

Zhang He widened his eyes and muttered, "How did your phone end up in Wang Zi's locker?"

Just as his voice fell, Wang Zi walked over.

Seeing Jiang Mobai walking toward the lounge, Wang Zi had wanted to return the phone to him.

As a result, upon entering the lounge, he discovered that Zhang He and Jiang Mobai were both looking over.

And their gazes were a bit strange.

Wang Zi touched the back of his head uncomfortably and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang He crossed his arms and questioned, "Speak up, why is Mobai's phone in your locker?"

"Huh? Didn't you pick it up, and then I helped you return it to Brother Mobai!?"

"Hey, hey, don't go making wild accusations! If I really had picked it up, why wouldn't I have given it back directly?"

"Because you were feeling unwell at the time."

"Even if I was feeling unwell, it wouldn't be to the point where I couldn't handle a small matter like this. I'm telling you, don't drag others into the water just because you were confused for a moment!"

Wang Zi felt that the more he heard, the more wrong it sounded.

He frowned and retorted, "What do you mean, accusing me of stealing the phone? Zhang He, how could you be so..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt his shoulder sink.

Li Beijue's expression darkened in an instant; he stood up abruptly and strode toward the door.