"Wu Feng, that idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"

"Though I don’t know why, I’ve heard squatting right after exercise causes trouble."

"I don’t care! I don’t care!"

Qin Huan sat on the ground, pounding the artificial turf relentlessly as she vented her anger.

"Wu Feng’s a total idiot!" She suddenly snatched the water bottle from Zhou Zhiyi’s hand. "Idiot… uh… idiot!"

*Even cursing while drinking…*

Still…

"That person’s clearly a vixen! Wearing… wearing a miniskirt and all!"

"What’s wrong with a miniskirt?"

"Anyway… it’s just wrong!"

"Can you not talk while drinking?"

"I will! I will!"

Today, Qin Huan seemed especially childish—like a scolded elementary kid desperate to vent. Mineral water trickled from her mouth into her soaked tracksuit, making the fabric translucent. Her chest heaved with rapid breaths.

"Seriously, why are you so mad? It’s none of your business."

Zhou Zhiyi knew Qin Huan liked Wu Feng, but he parroted a classic manga line anyway.

"I won’t let my best friend be tricked by that vixen! Cough, cough!"

*Such a klutz…*

*And you didn’t leave me any water?*

"I told you not to talk while drinking," Zhou Zhiyi said helplessly. "Besides, I already drank from this bottle…"

"W-why didn’t you say so earlier!"

Startled, Qin Huan hurled the bottle away. Her face flushed crimson instantly.

"I wanted to! You snatched it first! You kept talking—I couldn’t interrupt!"

"I-indirect… k-kiss…" Qin Huan stammered, flustered. "Guess ‘scheming heart’ really fits…"

"What ‘scheming heart’ nonsense? I didn’t do anything!"

"Anyway, Zhou Zhiyi’s a big idiot too!"

"Why?! Why am I lumped with that bastard Wu Feng?!"

Qin Huan stomped out of the playground like a tantruming child, silent.

*Hey, you’re going out in that tracksuit? At night?*

"Wearing your tracksuit home?"

"None of your business."

"Aren’t you scared of perverts this late?" Zhou Zhiyi called after her. "I’d worry if you got hurt."

"W-what are you saying?! Worrying and all…"

Qin Huan stood swaying, face burning red. It was hard to picture the "sunny girl" in such chaos.

"Fine, I’ll reluctantly accept it since you said that."

She muttered this, then changed into casual clothes.

Walking the campus path, Qin Huan suddenly asked, "Hey, Zizi, what do you think of Chu Xinyue?"

"Just a pretty girl," Zhou Zhiyi replied, spotting her rising anger. "But not as pretty as you."

"At least you, Zizi, have good taste." She stared at the ground, lost in thought. "Sports festival’s coming. Scared?"

"Scared of what?"

"Losing face!"

"Losing face? Me?"

"But I might…" Qin Huan paused, remembering Zhou Zhiyi was sporty, and whispered softly.

"Hey, you pushed Wu Feng to join. Why so unconfident yourself?"

"That’s different!"

*If she really gets in trouble, it’s probably plot armor kicking in…*

Zhou Zhiyi thought it but stayed silent.

"Relax. With me as your ace, you won’t lose face."

"You’re always like this…" Her blush lingered. "I’m an idiot for even telling you."

"Finally admitting you’re an idiot? Congrats."

"Zizi, don’t run!"

Zhou Zhiyi slowed deliberately, letting her catch and pummel him. He wasn’t into pain—her tiny fists barely dented his defense, feeling more like a back rub.

Still, the sports festival was near…

But the expected plot twists hadn’t hit. What would actually happen?

Zhou Zhiyi just knew he’d embarrass himself there—and it might ruin his whole high school life…