801: Win With Humility, Lose With Grace

Win With Humility, Lose With Grace

The legendary genius shouldn't be someone hard to interact with. Because her smile was pretty and made people comfortable.0

The male students were elated. "No problem. It's both about aiming. As long as you aim properly, there won't be a problem."

"I still need to ask Seniors to teach me later. I have never played it before." Ye Jian sat down on the inner right first row seats under Yang Heng's guidance. She whispered, "Thank you," before sitting down.

The men behind her could only see the top of her head. However, they still said excitedly, "No problem. We'll make sure you'll be able to learn it immediately."

One of the ladies sitting behind the young men stood up and shouted at them, "You always used paper bullets to bully us ladies, so tonight, we'll ask our junior sister to wipe all of you out!"

Then, she spoke to Ye Jian cordially, "Junior Sister, don't be afraid of them. We're all supporting you!"

This young lady was a member of the Year Three's Publicity Committee. She had an apple-shaped face and when she smiled, there were two dimples. It made her look amiable.

"With Senior Sisters' support, I will lose with grace even if I don't win." Ye Jian looked at her seniors with bright eyes. Her gaze was gentle as she pursed her lips and smiled. "If we lose with grace, we will still win."

"That's right. Win with humility, lose with grace!"

The bus started getting lively. When the driver was about to close the bus door after Yang Heng instructed him to, a petite figure shot out from the side and slapped the bus door that was closing slowly. "Someone still hasn't boarded the bus. What kind of driver are you?"

The driver was afraid that the door might close on the person's hand so he immediately opened the door again. He controlled his anger and said with a stiff expression, "Student, if something happens to you, how am I supposed to take the responsibility?"

The young lady jumped onto the bus lightly. The students in front who were sitting beside the driver recognized who this reckless young lady was. They shifted their gaze to Yang Heng who was sitting on the right side of the bus.

It was Yao Jing from Year Two Class Six. Their entire class knew this Junior.

Yang Heng had already stood up. He frowned as he said in a low voice, "Why haven't you gone home?"

"Aunt Song's bus is here. Why should I go home?" Yao Jing climbed up the tall stairs. Her head was raised as she walked up. She smiled as she looked at Yang Heng who bent his body forward to look at her. "I will come with…"

By the time she climbed up the stairs and saw who was sitting beside Yang Heng, Yao Jing's gaze suddenly turned extremely sharp. They were like the thorns on a cactus that had exploded and shot towards Ye Jian's body.

The smile froze on her face. For a moment, Yao Jing didn't manage to control her expression. She gave a sinister look.

Ye Jian! Ye Jian is actually on the bus! Is there a mistake? Why is she here? She's even sitting with Yang Heng!

Didn't Luo Ran say that he would be having a duel with her today? How can she still appear on the bus?

Also, when did she get so close with Yang Heng such that he even invited her for his birthday celebration!

That night during military training, she saw the two of them taking a stroll together. She also heard Ye Ying telling her that she saw them together too. But, after returning to school, they didn't have any more interactions. Why did they become so close suddenly?

All the questions made Yao Jing's expression even worse. Her glare became increasingly sharper.

It was hard to ignore her gaze. Ye Jian raised her head and glanced at Yao Jing coldly. There was a faint smile on the corner of her lips. She retracted her gaze thereafter.

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