303: What is This?

What is This?

Qiao Yanjue was right next to Uncle Chen.1

At the sight of Qiao Yanjue, Xia Xibei couldn't help but freeze.

Her past memories flooded back, almost making her jump.

Luckily, she managed to control herself and take care of her emotions.

Qiao Yanjue walked over, his eyes sweeping over Xia Xibei's flushed face with a natural expression.

"Finished playing ball?"

"Just finished."

Xia Xibei did not ask him how he knew that she had played, seeing as Uncle Chen was next to him.

When she was driven over this morning, Uncle Chen insisted on getting her phone number so that she could be picked up in the evening.

Seeing that Uncle Chen was desperate, she could only nod and accept his offer of transportation.

In order to keep him from waiting, she told him about the game in advance.

Since Uncle Chen was Qiao Yanjue's driver, of course he would tell Qiao too.

However, looking at Qiao Yanjue's natural demeanor, as if what had happened before had never happened, the remaining bit of embarrassment in her heart disappeared.

It wasn't a big deal, so there was no need to hold onto it.

"You won, right?" Qiao Yanjue asked confidently.

"Of course we won!" Before Xia Xibei could say anything, Song Jiaren immediately perked up and danced around, "Beibei is awesome! It was like a bloodbath! The other team was about to cry!"

"So impressive! Should we celebrate?"

"We wanted to celebrate, but Beibei already had an appointment," Song Jiaren said, a little disappointed.

"With Old Huo?"

Xia Xibei looked up at Qiao Yanjue, puzzled.

"I tried to ask him to dinner this morning, but he said he had a date with you, so I came over. We can all have dinner together. It just so happens that I have something I need to see him about."

Qiao Yanjue's face did not change, as if things were really as simple as he said.

Xia Xibei frowned and looked at him suspiciously, feeling that he was hiding something from her.

"It's about time, let's go." Qiao Yanjue looked unmoved and pulled open the car door, "Right now's the perfect time to go there."

Then he looked to the others, "Do you want to come along?"

The other three immediately shook their heads, "No, we're going home for dinner."

"Want a ride?" Qiao Yanjue asked again politely.

"No, we can go back by ourselves," the three said in unison.

Song Jiaren even waved her hand, "There are several of us. We won't fit in your car."

"Alright then, take care," Qiao Yanjue said to them, then pulled on Xia Xibei, who was clearly lost in thought. "Let's go."

Xia Xibei nodded, "Okay."

The two of them got into the car and waved goodbye. 

"We'll go first then."

"Ok, bye..."

Uncle Chen's driving skills were very good, and the car was very stable.

Inside the car, Qiao Yanjue had a natural attitude and talked about today's game as if it were a casual affair.

"How come I didn't hear you say you were going to play basketball before?"

Xia Xibei smiled, "I was fortunate to have been appointed in a crisis and not fail."

"You like to play basketball?"

"It's okay," Xia Xibei nodded, "I play when I get the chance."

"Then we can play together in the future."

"Grea- Oh!"

The car suddenly stopped and the two of them were shocked, the bag Xia Xibei was holding falling down.

"Sorry, someone popped up in front of me," Uncle Chen hurriedly apologized, then complained, "These people don't even look at the road!"

"Be careful," Qiao Yanjue said with a frown, then paused in his gaze.

"What is this?" He picked up the bag that Xia Xibei dropped on the floor. Inside was a red basketball uniform.

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