“Game on!” the sideline ref shouted, the call slicing the air like a hawk cry.

On court, Cai Wenbin leapt like a leopard and snatched the ball. His teammates streaked forward like loosed arrows. Class Five threw up a defense in a heartbeat, their class monitor’s gaze locking on Cai like a vise.

“Tch, child’s play.” One shared glance, and Class Three’s center slid in like a shadow and set a screen. Cai feinted, then burst toward the screen like a stream breaking free, and every eye on defense swung to him like spotlights.

Bang—the Class Five monitor slammed into the center, who stood firm like a stone pillar, utterly unmoved.

Cai slipped by, rose, and kissed in a clean one‑handed layup, the net whispering like silk. Score. Class Three erupted like boiling water; Joanna sprang up, her shout bright as a bell, while Little Loli shot her a curious side‑eye like a cat tilting its head.

They traded buckets like rolling tides. At halftime, Class Three led 35–15, their advantage solid as a ridge.

Both squads trudged back, sweat dripping like rain, breath sawing like bellows. Joanna tugged Xiao Qianxue down the stands like a breeze tugging a kite.

Back in class, girls swarmed Cai like sparrows, compliments fluttering like petals. “Monitor, you’re so handsome!” “You’ve got real charisma on the court!”

“Leading our class to victory is a monitor’s duty,” he said, chest steady like a drum. He spotted Joanna and Xiao Qianxue approaching, and a smile rose on him like dawn. Slipping through the crowd, he stopped before them, steps light as feathers.

“Pretty dashing out there,” Joanna said, eyes sparkling like stars. Little Loli stayed cool, her tone soft as cotton. “Not bad.”

Praise landed; Cai’s grin bloomed like sun. His gaze slid toward Xiao Qianxue like a darting fish, and Little Loli caught it, sharp as a needle. “What? Want me in a cheerleader outfit to cheer you on?” She twined a lock of gold hair around her right hand like silk, her cute smile sweet as honey.

Xiao Qianxue smiled, and Cai’s brain crashed like a frozen screen. “Ah, I—no!”

“See our monitor? Zoning out at the goddess,” classmates buzzed, gossip humming like bees. “Monitor, mind your image in front of everyone, okay~” Little Loli bent slightly like a willow, golden eyes lantern‑bright on his, an enticing smile curling like perfume. It appeared—Little Loli’s signature lady‑killer charm.

“Yes, yes!” Cai flushed, his defense crumbling like sand. He rubbed his face and headed back, pace trying to reset like a metronome.

“Xiaoxue, that move was vicious,” Joanna said, tugging Xiao Qianxue, words chiming like wind bells. “What, feeling sorry for him?” Little Loli arched a brow like a crescent moon. “Ah—I, no—” Joanna stammered, syllables tripping like pebbles.

“Tsk…” Little Loli watched her fluster, and in her mind rose that back—not wide, yet reliable like a mountain path.

“Why am I thinking of him?” She covered her face and shook her head like a rattle. Joanna took it as refusal. “Xiaoxue, you have to hear me out!” Joanna grabbed her shoulders and shook like a sudden squall. “Hey, stop shaking! I get it!” Little Loli yelped, relief sliding in like rain. “Saved…” Her eyes spun like spirals; she lurched onto a bench like a drifting leaf.

With Joanna’s cheers popping like firecrackers, Little Loli, eyes still spinning, waited out the game like a cat in the sun. Class Three hardened advantage into victory like steel; Class Five left unwilling, shadows long as dusk, while Class Three kept celebrating, joy rolling like waves.

“Okay, that’s it! Let’s go.” Little Loli sprang up and stretched like a cat. “Mm, time to head back.” Joanna patted her skirt like a folding fan, and they walked toward their class like two swallows.

Cai Wenbin watched them from afar, his gaze trailing like smoke. “Not going to say goodbye?” a buddy nudged, elbow‑light as a tap. “It’s fine. We’ll bump into each other at lunch tomorrow.” He smiled and turned away, steps easy as water.

“Yo, the traitors are back!” a girl pointed, gesture sharp as a spear, at Xiao Qianxue and Joanna. “You still remember to come back? Why not join another class?”

Same annoying gossip queens, buzzing like flies. “We don’t even have a match today. Since when do you police where we go? How about your sprints—any results?” Joanna fired back, words crisp as stones. “Tch…” Those two rarely ran, and today they got left behind like dust.

Not wanting dull sniping, the class monitor strode over, steps straight as a ruler. “Hi, Monitor!” Little Loli smiled at Zhu Jinhan, crescent‑bright. “Don’t be late tomorrow morning. You’ve got a match.” The monitor patted her head, warm as sunlight. She stood around 1.67–1.68, towering over Little Loli like a sapling over grass. “No fair, I want a pat too!” Joanna joined, hands fluttering like playful birds. “Hey! Stop it, both of you! My hair will fall out!”

Little Loli hugged her head and squatted, pose like a turtle. “Is this the classic cover‑head squat defense?” Click‑click—their phones snapped like shutters. She looked up; Joanna and the monitor were aiming their cameras, lenses gleaming like eyes. “Too cute. Must capture it!” Their eyes flashed gold like coins. “You… you bullies…” Little Loli cupped her head, tears shimmering like dew, and muttered.

After a long tussle, Little Loli escaped their clutches like a rabbit and rode home, wheels humming like bees. “I’m back!” Shoes off; black stockings hugged her legs like ink, and her feet touched white tiles like snow. She padded to her room, steps quiet as rain.

“Whew, today was tiring, but better than dozing in class,” she sighed, breath misting like tea. Facing the mirror, she slipped off her hair ribbon like a shedding snake. Lively twin tails fell into serene, waist‑length hair like a waterfall. Her hands smoothed the golden flow like grain.

“Xiaoxue, you’re back?!” Discount Dad popped in like a jack‑in‑the‑box. “Yah!” Still in artsy‑girl mode, Little Loli startled like a deer. “You degenerate dad, what are you doing? Planning to peep while your daughter changes?” She clutched her chest, her cry sharp as a whistle.

Her black Western‑style uniform lay folded on the bed like a shadow. Only a thin white shirt remained; golden hair spilled over it like honey, and her figure, set off by the white, turned tempting like ripening fruit.

“Looks like you’ve grown,” Discount Dad said, rubbing his eyes like an old bear. “You pervy old man!” Little Loli hugged her chest, snatched a pillow like a shield, and hurled it. “Out! Get out!”

After a few face shots landed like hammers, Discount Dad backed out of his daughter’s room like a retreating tide. “I just wanted to ask if you felt unwell today…” He stared at the closed door, eyes wet like rain. Discount Mom chuckled beside him, laughter light as bells. “Who told you to barge into your daughter’s room? Serves you right.” Her face hardened like a cloud. “Any findings on yesterday’s incident?”

“No. Even after checking the cameras, nothing,” Discount Dad said, voice heavy as iron. “Sigh. Better be careful next time.”