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Chapter 254 - 139. Sports Festival (4)

Chapter 254: 139. Sports Festival (4)

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Surrounded by a tall chain-link fence, the tennis court echoed with rhythmic sounds, much like beating a drum.

Dubian Che sat cross-legged on the ground, toying with his somewhat chipped tennis racket as if he were Uchiha Madara manipulating a fan.

Following his gaze, one could see Kiyono Lin hitting balls against the wall, skillfully chasing the rebounds and then sending them back.

The green tennis ball hit different spots each time, but they were all the places Kiyono Lin aimed for in her mind.

Her tennis skills were very exquisite—it didn’t matter, Dubian Che’s eyes never left the short hemline of her skirt.

Kiyono Lin moved with grace and agility, her posture as nimble as a musician’s fingers when playing an instrument, like a sprite dancing in the forest, or like a dancer waltzing in a ballroom—until her strength was spent.

The squeal of her tennis shoes scraping against the ground went "zzzt! zzzt!".

Her skirt, covering her thighs, fluttered up with the breeze or with her own movements, swaying in all directions.

The safety shorts underneath were white, much like denim shorts, though the fabric seemed quite soft.

No, not just seemed—they were definitely soft, considering Dubian Che had once helped Jiutiao Meijie to remove hers.

Although he wasn’t focused on the feel of the clothes at the time, thanks to his overly good memory, that sensation lingered in his mind.

"Heave, heave," Kiyono Lin panted, stopping her movements, and the safety shorts once again hid beneath the hem of her skirt.

She stood there, weakly lifting her head, taking a moment to rest.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps of the chain-link fence and the shade of the trees, and although it was sliced into strands, the light still pursued her beautiful form.

The sunlight gently kissed her face, its white skin reflecting light, making Dubian Che squint involuntarily.

Kiyono Lin walked over with her racket and ball, "I really am not cut out for prolonged exercise."

"No problem, we just need one of us to have good stamina, and I can take care of the tough work."

"..." Kiyono Lin lifted her bangs and let out a deep sigh, the black hair in her hand gleaming attractively, "Later, you go run a thousand meters on the track by yourself."

"Yes."

Taking advantage of the moment when she felt the breeze against her forehead, Dubian Che looked up, his gaze pressing beneath the light blue tennis skirt...

"Mr. R? Mr. R? What are you doing?"

Kiyono Lin’s warm palm landed on Dubian Che’s about-to-be-lifted face.

With his head tilted back, Dubian Che could only see darkness, and the particles of light that one could see only with closed eyes.

"What are you trying to do, Mr. Dubian?"

"We’ve seen it all before; don’t be so stingy."

Kiyono Lin ignored him, and her bangs fell back down as she used her hand to block his view. She switched to the hand holding the racket and used the back of her hand to lift her bangs again.

Silence ensued.

"Miss Kiyono, may I see your face?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"You know the reason yourself."

"What reason? I’m not clear on it," Dubian Che contested in a muffled voice.

The hand on his face could easily be brushed away with a gentle twist of his neck, but Dubian Che didn’t do so.

"Miss Kiyono!" From afar, Yuzao Haomei and others ran over.

Kiyono Lin let go of her hand.

Was that a permission?

Dubian Che seized the opportunity...

"Mm!" This time, a tennis racket pressed against his handsome face.

But no matter—this wasn’t the end!

Even if the muscles on his face were imprinted with a grid pattern by the racket, even if his nose was skewed, his eyes would continue to fight on!

’Onward, my eyes, score that point across the net!’

Yuzao Haomei abruptly squeezed between them, presenting her pleated-skirt-covered behind to Dubian Che.

Looking at the dust on Yuzao Haomei’s skirt, Dubian Che sighed, patted his own behind, and stood up to ensure there was no dust on it.

Oh, the wide heavens above, how thou has thinned to me.

Kiyono Lin noticed his actions, and upon seeing his regret-filled expression, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

Watching Kiyono Lin smile, Yuzao Haomei couldn’t contain herself, hugging her uncontrollably.

"Please keep a distance, Miss Yuzao; our relationship isn’t so close as to warrant physical contact."

"Ah, sorry, Miss Kiyono is just too cute! Hehehe!"

Yuzao Haomei’s perverted laughter made Kiyono Lin shake involuntarily, causing intense psychological discomfort, worse than when Dubian Che saw her safety shorts.

She brushed the hair off her shoulder, "Miss Yuzao, did you come to the tennis court for a reason?"

"Oh, right, we have no experience in marching, so we’re here to ask Miss Kiyono."

"Sorry, I’m also practicing right now."

"Oh, is that so." Yuzao Haomei, along with the Minister of the Wind Instrument Club, all showed disappointed faces.

"Just go, it’s okay; it’s a good time for a break," Dubian Che prompted her, though he hadn’t expected Kiyono Lin to even understand marching.

Marching is performing music while moving. Not just any movement, but steps filled with mysterious dance moves.

Incidentally, girls typically wear short skirts while marching, but they also wear safety shorts.

Kiyono Lin thought it over, then nodded, "Alright, I’ll take a look."

"I’ll join you."

"What for?" Yuzao Haomei pouted unhappily, her lip-glossed lips gleaming, "You’re not even participating in the sports festival performance!"

"I’m going to run a thousand meters; do I need your permission?"

"Hmph!" Yuzao Haomei turned her head away.

Seeing Dubian Che, she was reminded of that incident in the train from Shengong Outer Garden to home, where he had touched her behind.

"Miss Kiyono, let’s hurry!" She wrapped her arms around Kiyono Lin’s arm and pulled her toward the gate of the tennis court.

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