Endless Pampering Only For You

Feng Tianqi ran around the court and back to Mu Xiaoxiao.

“Did you see that! I scored another goal! Ain’t I cool!”

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him and replied without humor, “Yeah, cool is cool. But can you stop running over to me?”

What was wrong with this guy!

What did him scoring a goal have to do with her?

Feng Tianqi placed his hands on his hips smugly. “It seems like like this guy isn’t good at everything. That’s just too bad! I’ve already scored two goals in less than ten minutes. If this goes on until the period ends, I could probably score ten goals, hm? Xiaoxiao, what do you think?”

“I don’t know. Don’t ask me.” Mu Xiaoxiao waved him away, trying to get him to stop annoying her.

She walked past him and stared at Jun Zeye with a strange expression.

The girls spectating all looked down, and someone even cried out indignantly, “Feng Tianqi! Are you not aware that Jun Zeye doesn’t want to play at all? He let you win! What are you so proud for?”

“What do you mean, ‘he let me’? Say that again!” Feng Tianqi moved forward to look for the speaker.

The girl stood up and argued, “That’s the truth! Look at Jun Zeye. He’s not even running!”

Feng Tianqi paused. Turning back to look at Jun Zeye, he found that he was still standing near his original spot, looking as though he had never left.

F*ck!

Feng Tianqi cursed silently and walked over unhappily. “What are you doing? Who asked you to let me win?”

Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned. She suddenly understood what Jun Zeye’s ‘mm’ meant.

So he was listening to her and trying to lose to Feng Tianqi on purpose so that he would not bother her with any more matches in the future.

Feng Tianqi was furious and reached out to push Jun Zeye.

However, Jun Zeye blocked him dexterously.

Feng Tianqi became even more angry and balled his fist to throw a punch.

Mu Xiaoxiao saw that they were about to fight and rushed over. “Don’t fight! Feng Tianqi, what are you doing!”

“He went overboard!” Feng Tianqi pointed at Jun Zeye, his tone accusing.

“Yes, yes, he shouldn’t have behaved so passively in a match,” Mu Xiaoxiao said, her tone as if she were trying to coax a kid.

She could understand his anger. Feng Tianqi had been over the moon when he scored those goals. Now that he was told that Jun Zeye had let him do it on purpose, anyone would be angry.

“Xiaoxiao, move away!” Feng Tianqi gritted his teeth. His hands were still moving, and he wanted to go behind Xiaoxiao to get at Jun Zeye.

Mu Xiaoxiao was tired of blocking him. Feng Tianqi pushed her and because her foot was a little swollen, she wasn’t standing stably and fell backwards.

Jun Zeye caught her in time.

Mu Xiaoxiao crashed against his body, and her elbow landed against his chest.

Jun Zeye frowned slightly, but he soon smoothed it away without a trace.

He pulled Mu Xiaoxiao up, made sure that she could stand, and disengaged her from his chest.

“Don’t touch her.” He looked at Feng Tianqi coldly.

Feng Tianqi also realized that he shouldn’t have pushed Xiaoxiao. Worriedly, he asked, “Are you okay?”

Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head. “I’m okay. Feng Tianqi, can you please not fight with him for my sake?”

Feng Tianqi pursed his lips. “Alright, I won’t.”

Jun Zeye said nothing and turned to leave abruptly.

“Jun Zeye?” Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him in puzzlement.

Jun Zeye was walking really briskly and walked out of the court in just a short while.

He looked down and gazed at his chest. His black T-shirt was concealing a little patch of blood.

Luckily, it wasn’t noticeable.