Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 30 Youthful Mind

"Yes, Zhao Zixuan, you have won so much money, can you share your experience with us?"

Seeing Xia Junjie shift the topic to Zhao Zixuan, Li Gang also echoed enthusiastically.

Their loud noise instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the classroom.

Those countless gazes, like spotlights, were all cast towards Zhao Zixuan.

however.

Zhao Zixuan seemed to be in another world, turning a deaf ear and a blind eye to all the movements in the outside world.

There was no emotion on his face, as calm as the surface of a lake. No matter how strong the wind and waves were, they could not break his tranquility.

He sat there quietly, as if isolated from the world, immersed in his own world.

His calm and composed demeanor seemed to tell the people around him that no matter what happened, he would not be shaken by anything.

Zhao Zixuan's attitude immediately aroused Xia Junjie's dissatisfaction. He thought to himself, why is he so proud? Isn't it just luck that he won a little money?

Xia Junjie complained in his heart, but continued to incite with a smile: "Don't be so stingy, we are all classmates, we can make money together!"

He sighed deliberately as he spoke, and turned his gaze to Song Qiuya, with a meaningful smile on his face, "Qiuya, you should also help persuade him. You have the best relationship with Zhao Zixuan, and he will definitely listen to you."

At this moment, Song Qiuya's heart was still filled with yesterday's anger. The disappointment and sadness that Zhao Zixuan failed to attend her birthday party were like a cold wind, lingering in her heart.

Her anger had not subsided and seemed to be on the verge of exploding at any moment. The pain of being ignored created a deep gap between her and Zhao Zixuan.

Now, asking her to take the initiative to talk to Zhao Zixuan is like walking alone in a storm, and every step is full of struggles and contradictions.

Her heart was like a drifting leaf, unable to decide the direction of the wind, just swaying in contradiction.

Zhao Zixuan’s position in her heart is actually extremely important.

She longed for his understanding and care, but at the same time, the pain of being hurt was like an insurmountable gap between them.

"What can I say? Zhao Zixuan and I are just ordinary classmates. I hope everyone doesn't misunderstand anything. He didn't even come to my birthday party. Do you still think I have a good relationship with him?"

There was a hint of self-mockery in Song Qiuya's words, but her eyes fell on Zhao Zixuan intentionally or unintentionally.

Xia Junjie lost no time in delivering another blow, his words full of sarcasm.

"Zhao Zixuan, you shouldn't have done this. After all, you have been classmates for so many years. Although Qiuya rejected your confession, you shouldn't even not attend her birthday party!"

"You are being too heartless and unmanly to do this!"

After Xia Junjie finished speaking, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and the atmosphere around them seemed to become subtle because of this topic.

In the spacious and bright classroom, the students turned their eyes to Zhao Zixuan and Song Qiuya as if they were watching a play.

There was a kind of amusement in their eyes, as if they were waiting for something interesting to happen.

"Xia Junjie, stop being so sarcastic. What the hell is the matter between Zixuan and Song Qiuya got to do with you? What right do you have to make irresponsible remarks here?"

Yuan Shiwei couldn't help but stand up and speak up for Zhao Zixuan.

He is a straightforward person and has long been dissatisfied with Xia Junjie's arrogant words and deeds.

If it weren't for Zhao Zixuan's attitude, Yuan Shiwei would probably have started a fierce argument with Xia Junjie long ago.

Li Jiaming followed suit and said, "Zixuan, don't bother with them. After all, these people are just jealous." "I'm jealous of him, haha! What a joke are you talking about?"

Xia Junjie curled his lips in disdain, and then an idea flashed in his mind. He stared at Zhao Zixuan provocatively and said, "How about a class competition in the afternoon to see who gets the higher score? Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Li Jiaming snorted coldly: "Let's compete, how can I be afraid of you?"

Yuan Shiwei suddenly came up and nudged Li Jiaming with his elbow, whispering, "You're stupid, this guy is a bit good at basketball, but you have no advantage in scoring, and you're almost the same in rebounding."

"Who said there is no advantage? Don't forget who is the number one player in our class?"

Li Jiaming raised the corner of his mouth, and cast a sly look at Zhao Zixuan, as if victory or defeat had already been decided. "Besides, there are three of us. As long as the two of you pass the ball to me more during the game, how could he score more points than me? I just don't believe this!"

Yuan Shiwei gave a thumbs up.

Xia Junjie also heard their conversation and spoke up immediately.

"Since it's a competition, it has to be fair. The three of you are not allowed to play at the same time. Li Gang and I will cooperate, so it's just two against two, and you won't suffer any loss."

To be honest, he was still a little afraid of Zhao Zixuan, but he was not very worried about the other two.

Yuan Shiwei took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Class 2 is already strong. If you don't let us play, what's the point of fighting? Don't you know how strong Song Wenjie is?"

"I'm here to confront Song Wenjie. Is there a problem?" Xia Junjie retorted.

Yuan Shiwei mocked, "With your mediocre dribbling skills, I don't think you'll even get past half court before Song Wenjie steals the ball."

Xia Junjie raised his lips with a hint of disdain, "Humph, who gave you the illusion that everyone is just like you and only goes to the Internet cafe to play games after school?"

After a pause, he continued, "Let me tell you, every minute and every second of my hard training this semester was not in vain. My dribbling skills have long been perfected. Now no one can easily steal my ball, including Song Wenjie!"

His eyes were full of confidence and arrogance, as if declaring his determination and strength to everyone.

"Did he really master his dribbling skills?"

The students around couldn't help but have the same doubts in their hearts.

Zhao Zixuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up. Under the burning gazes of the crowd, he stared at Xia Junjie firmly, with a challenging tone in his voice.

"Since you are so good, what's the point of competing with Jiaming? Why not compete with me?"

Zhao Zixuan was very clear about Xia Junjie's basketball level. After all, they were classmates for three years in high school and often played together, so they knew each other well.

Singing may be Xia Junjie's strong point.

But basketball is definitely not.

Compared with Song Wenjie, the absolute main force of the school team, Xia Junjie is still far behind.

Seeing that Zhao Zixuan was finally willing to speak, Xia Junjie raised the corners of his mouth and responded provocatively: "Okay, that's what I mean. What do you say if you lose?"

Zhao Zixuan's cynical smile reveals unparalleled self-confidence.

He said calmly: "I can't lose."

Xia Junjie was furious.

(End of this chapter)