Chi Ning could barely stay on his feet. He braced himself with one hand and sat on the railing.
Basketball seemed pretty entertaining, at least better than sitting alone by the ping-pong table.
At seven thirty, the PE teacher, utterly exhausted, announced the finalists. "Class 18 and Class 15 have advanced to the finals. Both teams, please take the court."
Chi Ning looked toward where Class 18 was gathered.
Qin Heng wore a dark blue jersey with the number 1 on his chest. He swept his hair back with one hand, revealing his unrestrained brows and eyes and his smooth forehead.
The girls beside him started whispering.
"Qin Heng from Class 18 is pretty handsome."
"He looks like he has a bad temper, though."
"Yeah, what a pity."
"The one beside him is called Zhang Qiuwen, right? He looks pretty approachable."
"Mm, definitely."
Chi Ning thought, What's so hard to approach about Qin Heng? His temper was obviously great, he was considerate, and his emotional intelligence was ridiculously high.
The moment he looked up, he saw Qin Heng scan the crowd before fixing his gaze on him. Their eyes met just like that.
The hostility in those eyes immediately softened, even carrying a trace of a smile.
Chi Ning opened his mouth before he could stop himself. "Good luck."
His voice was so quiet that it vanished completely beneath the surrounding cheers and jeers.
Qin Heng probably hadn't heard him, right?
In a basketball game, the first ball was a tip-off for possession. The referee stood at the center of the court, with one representative from each team standing on either side of him.
At the whistle, the referee immediately tossed the basketball into the air.
The instant the ball reached its apex, Qin Heng leaped up. With a flick