Chapter 89

The psychologist's words were interrupted, and following Shu Shu's gaze, he said, 'Oh, him, the young master of the Pei Family in Jing Shi. When you went to that whatever no‑person cliff climbing last week, he came here for the first time, and his family brought him to see me, the professor.'

How is he?

Only the professor knows the specifics, but why do you think people come here? Wait, why are you asking about this?

Answering her was a voice full of youthful interest: 'I'm not going to participate in the race anymore.'

Ah, really? the psychologist exclaimed delightedly: 'In just these two minutes, ancestor, you told you how you figured this out?'

Shu Shu didn't answer anymore.

Because, she had found a new source of fun.

Looking at the youth in the courtyard, she thought, 'We meet again.'

…

Not long after that.

Inside a certain villa belonging to the Pei Family, a new batch of servants arrived.

Zhou Butler looked surprised at the girl before him, then lowered his eyes to glance at the information sheet in his hand.

——Parents deceased, family impoverished, with a younger brother currently in elementary school.

But for some reason, Zhou Butler found the girl's appearance strikingly conspicuous, her demeanor obviously extraordinary, which did not match the description on the information sheet at all.

He immediately voiced his doubt.

Shu Shu said, voice full of grievance, four words: 'Family fortunes declined.'

Oh, that's the situation.

Zhou Butler nodded, then said, 'No wonder, but he's mainly in charge of arranging help for the kitchen, so applicants must know some basic cooking skills.'

In half an hour, Shu Shu simply made a dish, thereby passing Zhou Butler's final test.

…

On the third day of sneaking into the villa, Shu Shu finally learned that the villa had only one young master as its resident.

He didn't like to speak.

No, the cook auntie said, the young master basically never speaks, and even the servants who have worked here the longest have never heard him utter a word.

Shu Shu reflected and indeed had never heard him speak, so she assumed he was mute.

Until one day she made a sign‑language gesture toward him.

The youth frowned slightly, his dark pupils fixed on her, his voice low and hoarse: '…What does that mean?'

Shu Shu: 'Whoa, embarrassing—he's not mute!'

It had been over a week since returning from Gang Cheng.

That Thursday afternoon, there was no class.

As per the annual tradition, San Zhong and the neighboring Fourth Middle School jointly hold a friendly basketball match.

The students participating in the competition were randomly selected from the grade among those who could play basketball to form a team; after roughly a week of practice, the competition began.

Bo Luo Zai and another male classmate also signed up and were selected.

After the lunch break, the huge basketball court's stands were packed with students from both sides, seated separately, ready to cheer for their respective schools.

When I previously studied in Jing Shi, the school had held basketball games before, which were lively, but that liveliness had nothing to do with Pei Muyin.

Shu Lingchen noticed his sister's obvious interest in watching the game, so he took three good-view front-row seats in the stands ahead of time.

After sitting down, looking from his side, in order were his sister and his mother.

Hmm, not bad, a pleasing family of three.

The two schools, adhering to the principle of friendship first, competition second, organized this match.

But who would have known, the basketball team from No. 4 Middle School this time consisted entirely of students from the sports class who train daily, each muscular and full of energy.

Originally, this wasn't a problem.

Team members on both sides could freely form teams with no restrictions, but the No. 4 Middle School side had no intention of playing this match properly.

Various whistling and provocation; just two minutes in, they nearly tripped a student from No. 3 Middle School, using strength to bully.

Bo Luo Zai, furious, shouted: "Damn it, is this hitting people or playing ball?!"

As the two teams brushed past each other, the captain of the No. 4 Middle School basketball team again lowered his voice to mock a certain student from Class 2 of No. 3 Middle School: "Hey, white-cut chicken, why can't you jump? No strength? Did you use all your tricks on studying?"

The student from Class 2 immediately stopped, turned his head, and said: "Teacher, he's insulting people!"

Meanwhile, the No. 4 Middle School captain wore an innocent face, spread his hands, and said: "What did I say?"

He had deliberately spoken so softly just then, precisely to prevent the other side from producing any evidence.

"You—!" the Class 2 student was practically speechless.

Bo Luo Zai, who had witnessed the whole process, was so angry his eyes seemed to sprout fire like his hairstyle!

It was simply bullying No. 3 Middle School too much!

He was anxious to regain face, but the other side quickly noticed and immediately swarmed him.

All that could be heard was an "ouch".

Bo Luo Zai was knocked down and fell to the ground.

The school doctor immediately came forward to examine him, saying his foot was fractured and he probably couldn't play.

Thus, No. 3 Middle School's team was short one player and had to call up substitutes, but those two substitutes had merely signed up for performance credits, knowing only the basics; they never expected to actually play, and with the No. 4 Middle School side looking fierce and intimidating, they were simply too scared to go on.

The atmosphere stalled, and the opposing No. 4 Middle School even declared that if no one showed up, they could just forfeit and go home early.

Having said that, their side burst into laughter.

Just then.

"I'll go!"

Shu Lingchen stood up and stepped forward; although Bo Luo Zai had also called Shu Lingchen when signing up, participating in the competition required staying after school each day to practice, which Shu Lingchen did not want, so he directly refused.

He still has to go home to have a meal with his little sister and mother.

With Shu Lingchen on the court, San Zhong's situation obviously improved a bit, and they could also get the ball.

But this situation had little effect.

Knowing the others were no threat, Si Zhong began to fiercely guard Shu Lingchen alone, targeting him.

Shu Lingchen's nth pass from the heavy siege was intercepted by the opposite side.

"Tsk."

He grabbed a handful of his hair, "What can we do? Relying on him alone won't work."

Halftime break.

The atmosphere in the San Zhong spectator stands had become low-spirited, dead quiet.

"Let me give it a try."

A bottle of water was handed to Shu Lingchen; he looked up, saw his mother, and his eyes lit up. "Oh, Mom can play ball too."

One minute before the halftime break ended.

The Si Zhong team saw Shu Shu, who had been temporarily added to San Zhong, and exclaimed in surprise: "A girl? No, are you guys from San Zhong for real?"

In a contemptuous tone.

Shu Shu didn't care at all, curling her lip: "What, are you scared?"

"You're joking!"

Shu Shu took off her school uniform jacket, revealing the sports short-sleeve underneath.

The Si Zhong team's gazes turned interested, mainly because this girl added to San Zhong was too pretty, strikingly so; at first, they had the idea to tease her.

But who would have thought, Shu Shu directly made several agile steals, launched, shot, and scored!

"Damn!" She really can!

Only then did the Si Zhong players realize the seriousness, get serious, try to copy the same tactics to target her, but they didn't even touch a strand of Shu Shu's hair.

Meanwhile, there was still Shu Lingchen on the court.

They could guard Shu Lingchen, but not Shu Shu; the two of them, even far apart, could catch the opponent's passes—cover left and right leaks, cover right and left leaks.

In short, the scene made people's blood boil.

The rest of the San Zhong team, whose morale had been scattered, instantly coalesced, cooperating with Shu Shu and Shu Lingchen.

Seeing the score gap being pulled back little by little, the Si Zhong players all broke out in a sweat.

So there really are miracles, right?

Finally, the game ended with Shu Shu's final turn and a slam dunk!

We won!

The whole crowd, the San Zhong people shouted the names of Shu Shu and Shu Lingchen.

In the stands, Pei Muyin rose to her feet excitedly; across the crowd, Shu Shu winked at her daughter, and beside her—

According to the tradition of celebrating a win, teammates should hug each other; Shu Lingchen shoved at the teammates who instinctively rushed over to surround Shu Shu.

"All of you, get lost!!!"