Chapter 35: Through the Ages, a Bucket of Paste

Qin Xuan was caught between laughter and tears—what an absurd situation this was.
“She’s just an ordinary friend. As for why she’s targeting me, you’d have to ask her yourself,” Qin Xuan shrugged.
The muscular Xiao Gang stood nearby, a little worried. “I’m afraid Qin Xuan might get sent off soon. If that happens, we’ll have a tough time playing.”
Qin Xuan thought he had a point. One more foul and he’d be off the court. He’d better warn that girl; otherwise, if they lost because of this, it wouldn’t look good.

“Girl.”
Qin Xuan walked over to Liu Qianqian.
“What is it?” Liu Qianqian asked, eyes glued to her phone, not even lifting her head.
“Do you still want to buy clothes? And, do you want a new phone? By the way, do you still want to live in my villa?”
Qin Xuan fired off questions in succession.
Liu Qianqian realized Qin Xuan had come to interrogate her, and quickly raised her head, looking pitiful. “Of course I do. Um, I was wrong, okay? I won’t say you’re fouling anymore.”
“Just remember you said that.” Qin Xuan threatened, “If you keep messing around, don’t blame me if I really start hitting people.”
“Hmph, who would you hit? Me? I dare you~”
“Why wouldn’t I dare?”
Smack!
Suddenly, her firm, shapely backside received a slap.
Watching Qin Xuan walk away with swagger, Liu Qianqian was stunned, not knowing how to react. It took her a while to recover, her face flushed red.

“You, stop right there!”
Yang Guang suddenly shouted sharply.
He had been watching Liu Qianqian closely, the more he looked, the more he wanted her as his girlfriend. He thought her beautiful face, petite figure, lively personality—they’d be a perfect match.
But then he saw Qin Xuan slap his goddess’s backside, and he nearly lost his mind. He hurriedly tried to stop Qin Xuan, wanting to teach him a lesson.
“What are you yelling for?”
Liu Qianqian was startled by him, glaring furiously at Yang Guang.
“Uh, beauty, that guy took advantage of you. Let me help you get justice,” Yang Guang gritted his teeth as he spoke, eyes fixed on Liu Qianqian’s rosy cheeks, his fondness growing.

“Mind your own business. Go stand over there.” Liu Qianqian placed her hands on her hips, full of attitude.
“This…” Yang Guang bit his lip, unwilling, and turned away. Now he began to wonder: Could it be this beauty likes that guy in the robe? Otherwise, why isn’t she angry at being taken advantage of? She doesn’t seem like the type to be so casual…

“Wait.” Liu Qianqian suddenly called out.
“Yes!” Yang Guang quickly turned back, staring at her intently.
“I want to ask you a few questions.”
“Ask away. If I know, I’ll definitely tell you,” Yang Guang was happy to answer her.
“How much does a phone like this cost?” Liu Qianqian raised Qin Xuan’s iPhone 5 in her hand.
“That’s an iPhone 5, right? It’s several thousand yuan,” Yang Guang was familiar with the prices of such products.
“Several thousand? How many clothes could you buy with that?” Liu Qianqian was a little puzzled.
“Uh, that depends on what kind of clothes you buy. Generally, you could buy a few pieces without a problem.” Yang Guang was uncertain, since clothes can be very cheap or very expensive.
“A few pieces?” Liu Qianqian pursed her lips. “Got it, you can go now.”
“Is that all?”
“That’s all, just go.” Liu Qianqian waved impatiently.
“So, beauty, what’s your name?” Yang Guang wasn’t giving up.
“You really want to know my name? Then try your best out there. Let’s see how you perform.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make the other team scramble for cover!” Yang Guang said excitedly. Sure enough, beauties liked athletic guys. As a special basketball recruit, he felt his odds were high!
Liu Qianqian found it amusing—the boy was so gullible. She was just playing around with Qin Xuan, even fighting to be the referee for that reason.

She was somewhat repelled by ordinary people. Swordsmen are solitary; only when facing Qin Xuan did she feel a sense of kinship—after all, they were cut from the same cloth.

The second half soon began. Without Liu Qianqian’s deliberate obstruction, the Business Class One team surged ahead under Qin Xuan’s lead.
Basketball fans who’d been watching Qin Xuan started discussing excitedly.
“See, I told you—he’s a real master!”
“What do you mean, ‘robe guy’? You should call him ‘Dao Brother’—got it? When Dao Brother takes the field, the world trembles!”
“Exactly! If you don’t know our university’s new role model Dao Brother, you’re hopeless. Remember, even the Emperor of Jinling fell to him…”
Qin Xuan, already renowned, saw his influence grow even stronger.

After the second half started, the gap between the teams narrowed, then drew level, and finally Business Class One overtook the score. Yang Guang’s face grew darker. He couldn’t understand why Qin Xuan, who’d been average in the first half, was suddenly so formidable.
Three-pointers, layups, steals, blocks—every move drew cheers. Yang Guang felt increasingly unbalanced; those cheers should have been for him!
Meanwhile, Zhou Xiaoyu and Dongfang Wenhao wore looks of shock. None of them had expected Qin Xuan to be this impressive when serious.
His graceful yet flamboyant figure was etched deeply into everyone’s minds.
Even after the game ended, the crowd remained in awe. Qin Xuan led Business Class One to a win by a solid fifteen points. While the score difference wasn’t huge, they had caught up by thirty points in the second half, most of it thanks to Qin Xuan, and he’d held back too.

He hadn’t even used the swordsman’s phantom footwork—imagine the speed to dodge bullets, what would that do on the court? Qin Xuan didn’t want to be too astonishing, so he kept it hidden.

“Boss, now I really respect you. I call you boss willingly!” Zhou Xiaoyu laughed heartily, though he looked a bit lewd. The other team had two special basketball recruits, yet their own boss had held his own—truly a tough man.
The other members of Business Class One looked at Qin Xuan with admiration. He’d definitely saved their pride today; if they’d lost to the Marketing Department, their faces would have been lost for sure.

Dongfang Wenhao was still frustrated—how could this bodyguard be so strong?
But he accepted his defeat, walking up and staring at Zhou Xiaoyu. “This time I lost. I’ll keep my promise. From now on, if I see you on the road, I’ll take a detour.”
Then he glanced at Qin Xuan. “Hey, you’re pretty impressive. As agreed, I won’t bother you, but you’d better not meddle in my business either.”
With that, he left the court with the Marketing team. Yang Guang gave Qin Xuan a fierce glare; he’d wanted to chat with Liu Qianqian again, but losing so badly left him feeling too embarrassed to face her, so he followed Dongfang Wenhao away, crestfallen.

“Qin Xuan, you’ve got a text message.”
At that moment, Liu Qianqian trotted over, phone in hand.
Qin Xuan took the phone and saw a mass text: “This afternoon in Room 101 of the Business School Building, the Business College Freshman Assembly will be held at 14:00. All must attend, roll call will be taken.”
He looked at the signature—“**”. This guy was the bespectacled fellow always mingling with the girls, Zhou Xiaoyu’s main rival for class leader.
Qin Xuan hadn’t asked Su Muqing about the identity of “**”. To him, it was irrelevant.

“Everyone must attend?”
Zhou Xiaoyu had received the message as well, his expression odd as he glanced at Qin Xuan. “Boss, will Dongfang Qingwan—her—show up?”
As he spoke, he winked exaggeratedly, looking utterly comical.