Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Amongst the crowd, someone"s face paled instantly.

Mu Xiaoxiao tugged on Han Qiqing"s hand and pulled her down to their seats.

"Alright, we"ll talk about this after the compet.i.tion."

She was angry too, of course.

Anyone would be if they were the subject of someone else"s plot.

However, Mu Xiaoxiao didn"t want to hinder the performance and tarnish Shangde"s reputation.

It was only then that Han Qiqing looked away. However, she still said indignantly, "Those girls are too much! Xiaoxiao, did you see what the person threw? Take a look yourself!"

Mu Xiaoxiao looked in the direction where she was pointing. She paused.

It was a power bank!

Mu Xiaoxiao"s heart ran cold.

If that had hit her head then… she didn"t what would happen to her!

Han Qiqing said angrily, "Let her wait! I"ll extract the video feed once the compet.i.tion ends. I"ll definitely find out who did this!"

Mu Xiaoxiao seemed to think of something suddenly and stood up abruptly. She then sprinted over to where Lu Yichen was and held his hand up anxiously.

"Is your hand okay?"

Lu Yichen smiled a little and withdrew his hand. He didn"t mind blocking the object for her at all. "I"m okay," he said.

"Are you really okay? Wasn"t the object that was flying over heavy?"

Mu Xiaoxiao was still worried. She wanted to examine his arm, but Lu Yichen put it behind his back.

He shook his head as he said, "I"m really alright. Stay here and watch the match. I need to report for the game now."

He turned to leave after that.

Han Qiqing was a little slow on the uptake. She was so worried for Mu Xiaoxiao earlier that she had forgotten to see if Lu Yichen had been hurt.

"How is he? Is he injured?" Han Qiqing asked after Mu Xiaoxiao came back.

Mu Xiaoxiao was frowning and looked as if she wasn"t completely at ease.

However, she shook her head at Han Qiqing as she said, "He said he"s fine, so I guess he"s fine."

Han Qiqing became worried too. "Oh yeah! I saw that he used his right hand to block it just now… would it affect the compet.i.tion?"

"I hope not," Mu Xiaoxiao replied. Her gaze was fixated on Lu Yichen"s worriedly. If something happened to him, she wanted to be the first one to know it.

The compet.i.tion began soon after.

Even though Mu Xiaoxiao wasn"t usually interested in basketball, she could still understand the game.

Moreover, this was a match between her school and another school, and it was inevitable that she would become engrossed in the game and hope that her school would come out victorious.

Ten minutes pa.s.sed, and both teams were playing a very intense game.

However, a conflicted gradually developed between the both sides.

Beside her, Han Qiqing said angrily, "The Second High team are playing dirty! How could they shove people like that!"

"Mu Xiaoxiao asked, "Isn"t that against the rules?"

"It"s hard to say. It doesn"t count if the referee doesn"t see it," Han Qiqing said gloomily.

Apparently, the referee didn"t see it, and thus there wasn"t any penalty dealt.

These conflicts, combined with the youthful vigor of the boys, were intolerable.

Gradually, the conflicts worsened.

At the end of the first half, Second High took the lead at 5 points, but Second High had players who were red-carded and sent off the court.

The Second High team were indignant. They surrounded the referee to try to get him to rethink his decision. They were really fierce and made a huge clamor, but it was useless.

The boys from the teams were sitting on the resting area right in front of the girls. They were sweating buckets and looked really tired.