405: Lu Yumo Wearing A Skirt - 7

Lu Yumo Wearing A Skirt - 7

Lu Yumo had been protected from violence by his family since he was young. Right now, not only was he pushed to the ground by Gou Qi, who had bad intentions, but he had also thrown himself on top of him. 

A clear "crack" was heard in the gymnasium.

Fu Zhi hastily came down from the bleachers.

At the same time, Chen Shan passed the ball to his teammate, and while Lu Yubai and the others rushed over to Lu Yumo, Hang Yuan scored.

No.1 High School: 28 points, Hang Yuan: 3 points.

"F*ck!" Song Fang helped Lu Yumo get up from the floor, and his face was livid with rage and disbelief as he looked at Hang Yuan. 

The cheerleading team of No.1 High School bristled with indignation over what had just transpired. They quickly turned to the referee and shouted, "Aren't you going to call that a foul? Their No.6 player just pushed one of our players to the floor!" 

"Yeah! Can't you see how far he's been pushed?"

"Are you blind? Do you know how to be a referee? One of our players fell to the floor, and you're not going to blow the whistle and halt the match?"

Most of the students from No.1 High School had only seen Gou Qi push Lu Yumo to the floor. They had not seen Chen Shan hit Lu Yumo, but they were still discontented with the referee's behavior. 

The referee blew the whistle and announced, "It isn't a foul. Hang Yuan didn't break the rules. The game shall continue, and I hope everyone can watch the game in a civilized manner."

"D*mn it! You f*cker!" Song Fang growled as he rolled his sleeves up, his eyes red with anger. Just as he was about to go forward and get revenge on Chen Shan, Lu Yumo stopped him. "No! The game isn't over yet!" 

Seeing his attitude, the referee gave him a yellow card. 

The students from No.1 High School were angry, but there was nothing they could do. The coach called a time-out.

Lu Yumo was carried off the field by Lu Yubai and Ye Jiu.

Zhou Zihuai asked him, "How do you feel? Do you feel pain anywhere?"

Lu Yumo pointed at the joint in his left hand. His wrist was red and swollen, and everyone could see that it was dislocated. 

The school doctor went up to him. After an examination, he said, "He needs to go to the hospital."

Lu Yumo asked, "Will they give me an anesthetic?"

The doctor replied, "Why would you need an anesthetic? You're not going to have surgery." 

Lu Yumo wrapped his arms around himself and said in a trembling voice, "Then, I'm not going to the hospital. I'm just a little boy who can't stand even the slightest pain. Also, you're ugly, so can you please put on a mask when you're talking to me?"

The doctor was speechless. If Lu Yumo was not a part of the basketball team, he would have slapped the spoiled brat in front of him already.

When Fu Zhi arrived, the first thing she saw was Lu Yumo's hand behind his back.

She let out a sigh, lifted her hand, and went up to him.

Lu Yumo nearly cried when he saw his sister. He brought his arm forward and said in a nasal voice, "Zhizhi, give me a hug…"

Crack!

"OWW!!!"

The cracking sound of the bones popping back into place rang out along with Lu Yimo's wail.

He looked in disbelief at Fu Zhi and said, "You have changed. You don't love me anymore. Why are you doing this to me?"

Then, before Fu Zhi could say anything, Wang Yu chimed in, "Let me replace Yumo! I can do it!"

Lu Yumo turned to him and said, "You're not familiar with the small forward position. I'm fine. I—"

"Shut up!" Song Fang snarled, staring at Lu Yumo. "Those b*stards. They started playing dirty as soon as they fell behind. If you go back to the field again, you're just going to be a moving target for them!"

"Then who is going to play if I don't?"

Song Fang had no idea either. He looked around at the other players sitting on the bench. None of them had played with Ye Jiu before, and their basketball skills were even worse than Lu Yumo's.

The only person that was slightly better was Wang Yu.

Song Fang had no other option anymore, so he said, "Wang Yu! You're up next!" 

Wang Yu's eyes lit up, and he hastily said, "I grew up dreaming of becoming a great basketball player like Michael Jordan since I was a child. I swear to God that I will not let you guys down. Chen Shan is nothing but a good-for-nothing brat that can't even play basketball nicely. I'm not afraid of him at all!"

However…

Wang Yu looked again at the basketball players from Hang Yuan. All of them were tall and had athletic figures with lean muscles. He chickened out and said, "That said, what if all five of them gang up on me? I'm just a little boy who doesn't even know how to throw a punch. There are three things that are unacceptable, and having no posterity is the greatest of them. I have no son to carry on my family name yet…"

The crowd did not know what to say.

'That's it. Another ball-less person.'

Fu Zhi looked at Hang Yuan and said, "I'll do it."

"Don't you even think about it, dud. Let Wang Yu do it. You guys are even weaker than him, and…"

Song Fang suddenly came to an abrupt stop. He blinked a few times and realized something was not right about that voice.

He jerked his head back, and Fu Zhi, who was standing not far away from him, repeated herself. "I will do it."

"Do what? Do you want to do me? No, no, that's not what I meant…" 

Song Fang did not know what he was talking about. "What I meant is, does the 'I'll do it' in your mind mean the same as the 'I'll do it' in my mind?" 

"Hmm." Fu Zhi thought for a while and replied, "I mean that I will replace my brother on the court."

Rubbing his face, Song Fang said, "Am I hallucinating? Sister Zhi, you know how to play basketball?"

"Yeah."

Fu Zhi had been playing basketball with Ye Jiu and her other brothers since she was young, so she knew the rules of the game.

Ye Jiu was fully aware of her ability, so he just nodded.

Wang Yu, on the other hand, felt that it was not suitable for a girl to play with a large group of boys. Therefore, he said, "How about you let me do it?"

"It's fine. We don't want to prevent you from having a son to carry on your family name." 

Wang Yu was speechless.

When Ma Mingquan heard what Fu Zhi had said, he asked, "Are you sure? It's fine if we lose the game. Besides, I think the four of them will fare pretty well." 

"Nope," Fu Zhi said. "If we're going in, all five of us are going in. After all, the more people, the merrier."

Ma Mingquan was dumbfounded. He had no idea why but he seemed to have a feeling that Fu Zhi was talking about something else. 

Fu Zhi threw her bag at Lu Yumo. She was wearing a long dress, and it was not a good outfit to play basketball in. Besides, she did not want to wear someone else's uniform either. In the end, she looked at Lu Yumo.

As if he knew what she wanted, Lu Yumo said decisively, "I, Lu Yumo, would rather jump out of the window than wear your skirt!"

Lu Yumo covered himself up with his arms and added, "Stop looking at me like that! If you don't stop it, I will scream!"2

Fu Zhi grabbed his wrist and said, "But brother, I don't want to wear someone else's uniform."

Lu Yumo was stumped. 

*

Fu Zhi was wearing a pink long dress that was bedazzled with pink rhinestones. It looked like a dress that only a princess would wear, and not everyone would look good in it.

Well, that was what Su Xing had thought until she saw Lu Yumo come out of the dressing room.

The young man's face was pale because he had been hit in the stomach by Chen Shan. As a result, he was walking very slowly, and he was wearing a big sun hat to cover his face on top of that.

Wang Yu shouted, "Oh my, look! A pretty lady!"

Lu Yumo was speechless.

He had not been in a good mood after being beaten by Hang Yuan's team and he'd had to put on Fu Zhi's dress. Wang Yu's comment was the last straw, and he finally snapped. He rolled his sleeve up, tugged at Fu Zhi, and said, "He's laughing at me, Zhizhi! Hurry up and help me beat him!" 

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