Chapter 82: A Good Pitch?

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After escorting Li Sicheng and Zeng Yi to the substitute bench, Tan Xiaoxiao turned and headed to the locker room inside the gymnasium.

About ten minutes later, the girls, now changed into their uniforms, returned to the court one after another and began warming up.

Watching the girls in their short sleeves and shorts, hopping around the court, Zeng Yi’s eyes were glued to them. He wiped the corner of his mouth, mumbling with a lecherous expression, “This is a real uniform show... Up close is so much better! Watching volleyball beauties in uniform from the substitute bench can never be compared to viewing from the stands!”

Fortunately, only he and Li Sicheng were sitting on the bench at this moment; the other substitutes were on the court warming up. Otherwise, with those words and that look, he would have certainly been beaten up!

Li Sicheng shot him a glare and said irritably, “Is that all you can think about?”

Zeng Yi grinned and pointed to the stands around them, “Come on, Cheng, don’t just blame me. Look at the other guys in the gym—how many aren’t excited and fired up? Compared to them, I’m already holding back quite a bit.”

As the girls came out to warm up, the cheers, applause, and shrieks from the stands suddenly multiplied. Li Sicheng had thought these people were cheering for the upcoming match. But at Zeng Yi’s reminder, he realized it wasn’t what he imagined at all...

Their eyes were glowing red, faces flushed—clear signs of infatuation!

So, these spectators weren’t cheering for the match, but for the youthful beauties on the court!

Thinking it over, it seemed entirely reasonable. After all, both teams consisted of girls in the prime of their youth. Even those whose looks weren’t outstanding could still stir excitement among adolescent boys, thanks to their uniforms and energetic presence.

Moreover, among the girls, there were stunning beauties like Lin Siyu and Tan Xiaoxiao. If these feverish young men didn’t go wild, that would be truly strange!

Just then, Li Sicheng heard a loud voice echo through the gym: “Great shot! That’s a fantastic shot!”

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“A great shot?” Li Sicheng glanced at the court; the girls were still warming up, not playing an actual match.

What was the meaning of this “great shot”?

He didn’t get it, but Zeng Yi did. Zeng Yi’s eyes widened as he stared at Tan Xiaoxiao, nearly popping out of his head. “Great shot... That really is a great shot! I’ve decided—starting today, I’m Tan Xiaoxiao’s fan... Hey, strange, why didn’t I notice this about her before?”

Driven by curiosity, Li Sicheng followed Zeng Yi’s gaze to Tan Xiaoxiao.

At once, he understood what Zeng Yi and the others meant by “great shot.”

Turns out, the “great shot” wasn’t about volleyball, but about the girls’ chests...

To be fair, among these girls, except for Lin Siyu and two others who hadn’t developed much, the rest were well-developed, their uniforms tight at the chest. Especially Tan Xiaoxiao, though only a freshman, she showed remarkable potential—surpassing many adults...

With every jump, spike, and set, the girls’ chests bounced and swayed, making many male spectators exclaim with delight but also forcing them to distract themselves to stay calm and avoid embarrassing mishaps.

It seemed this match attracted attention not just for being a focal competition, but also for its high “benefits.”

While Li Sicheng was observing Lin Siyu and Tan Xiaoxiao, the members of the senior class six girls’ volleyball team warming up on the court were also watching them.

“Didn’t they say Lin Siyu sprained her ankle a couple of days ago? Why is she warming up? Is she planning to play injured?” one girl asked, watching Lin Siyu.

Her teammate immediately chimed in, “Most likely! Looks like the freshman class three isn’t planning to surrender—they’re gearing up for a tough fight!”

The captain of the senior class six girls’ volleyball team, He Juan, overheard her teammates and responded with a cold sneer, “Fight? Ha! With freshman class three’s level, we could crush them in minutes! Even if Lin Siyu plays injured, she can’t turn the tide!”

It was He Juan who had previously boasted about “massacring” the freshman class three. Her words now were equally arrogant and disdainful.

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He Juan had long disliked Lin Siyu and Tan Xiaoxiao.

Before Lin Siyu and Tan Xiaoxiao entered Nanshan High School, He Juan was the school’s rising star—not only academically strong and athletic, but also strikingly beautiful. She became one of Nanshan’s campus queens, adored by countless boys.

He Juan always enjoyed this celebrity-like attention.

But everything changed when Lin Siyu and Tan Xiaoxiao arrived. Their looks rivaled or even surpassed He Juan’s. Coupled with their personalities—one aloof and proud, the other bold and commanding—and their status as fresh faces, they quickly drew away many of He Juan’s admirers. Even the “god” that He Juan secretly liked had snapped photos of Lin Siyu and Tan Xiaoxiao with his phone.

Strictly speaking, Lin Siyu and Tan Xiaoxiao couldn’t be blamed; they hadn’t tried to win anyone over. But He Juan didn’t care—she was furious, and grew to despise her two junior classmates.

That was why she wanted to “massacre” freshman class three. She planned to humiliate her rivals with a crushing victory, to show Lin Siyu and Tan Xiaoxiao that they were far inferior to her.

He Juan was arrogant, but she had reason to be!

Last year, she led her then sophomore class six teammates to win the school volleyball championship. This year, their teamwork had improved further, and their physical fitness was even better than before.

With all that, defeating the rookie freshmen would be a breeze.

“Injured, trying to win sympathy points? Hmph, I won’t let you have your way. I’ll make sure you’re utterly disgraced!” To He Juan, Lin Siyu playing injured was just a performance.

She didn’t believe Lin Siyu had the ability to turn the game around. In fact, she was convinced that class three would suffer an even more humiliating defeat because of her participation.

After sneering a few times, He Juan began to lay out her match strategy, “When the game starts, focus all your attacks on Lin Siyu! She’s injured, so her performance will certainly be limited. Concentrate our efforts on her, and it won’t take long to crush freshman class three completely!”