As for winning or losing, once we got into the game, nobody remembered—only the sound of thwack thwack thwack!!!
"You guys!! Don't play badminton here!" The grade leader's voice landed along with the shuttlecock, "It's still class time, what's wrong with you students?"
"And you're from the Olympic class, go play somewhere else!"
There was a chorus of boos, but due to the grade leader's authority, everyone eventually dispersed.
The explosive noise disappeared, and Qianbao, from upstairs, glanced over at the court and saw Jiang Nian handing the racket back to Li Qingrong, a small smile appearing on her face.
Youth still pairs better with sports, the best body at the best age.
She turned her head to look at the class, her gaze lingering on a couple of couples who had swapped seats. They had good grades and seemed to encourage each other with their studies.
But... what couple isn't eventually consumed by desire?
