The Days and Nights of Being Targeted by a Flirtatious Senior Sister - Chapter 16

Saturday afternoon at 1:30 PM, the A University Central Gymnasium was already a boiling cauldron of voices.

The annual University Badminton League was a traditional sporting highlight for the school. It didn’t just attract students from the university; it even brought in many badminton enthusiasts from off-campus to watch.

Today in particular, because the “Treasure of the Sports Academy,” Su Yang, was competing, the spectator stands were packed to capacity, and eighty percent of the crowd consisted of girls.

“Go, Sister Yang! Sister Yang is the coolest!”

“Su Yang, Su Yang! Unstoppable!”

In a corner of the stands, several girls from the Sports Academy held up a massive banner that read: “When God Yang goes to battle, not a blade of grass remains.” They were cheering for their idol at the top of their lungs.

Wearing a black sports suit, Su Yang was doing her final warm-ups by the side of the court.

Listening to the mountain-shaking waves of cheers in her ears, her heart remained completely unruffled. She had long since grown accustomed to such scenes.

All of her attention was currently focused on the entrance of the gymnasium.

She was looking for someone.

Why isn’t Senior here yet?

While stretching her legs, Su Yang glanced absent-mindedly toward the door.

She had agreed to meet Senior at two o’clock, and it was already 1:40 PM. Logically, she should be arriving soon.

Was there a traffic jam? Or did something come up at the last minute and Senior couldn’t make it?

Su Yang’s heart felt a bit restless and uneasy.

“Alright, that’s enough. Stop looking; you’re going to snap your neck stretching it like that,” Zhao Jie, who was doing warm-up exercises next to her, couldn’t help but complain. “Your precious Senior will definitely come. Can you focus on the match first? Your opponent today is no pushover.”

Su Yang’s opponent today was a senior from the School of Information Engineering, who was also last year’s league runner-up; his strength was not to be underestimated.

“I know.” Su Yang withdrew her gaze and took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She knew Zhao Jie was right.

She couldn’t lose her composure just because Wen Yusheng hadn’t arrived yet.

She had to believe in Senior.

When Senior promised her something, she would definitely do it.

What she needed to do was play this match well and then use a hearty victory to welcome Senior’s arrival.

Su Yang’s gaze gradually became focused and sharp.

She stood up, picked up her racket, and bounced it in her hand, feeling its familiar weight and grip.

She closed her eyes, isolating herself from all the surrounding noise.

In her world, only the court, the racket, and the impending battle remained.

At exactly 2:00 PM, the match began on time.

The referee blew the whistle, and Su Yang and her opponent walked onto the court, shaking hands.

The entire arena erupted in a burst of warm applause and cheers.

Standing in her half of the court, Su Yang looked up at the spectator stands.

At the entrance, that familiar figure was still nowhere to be seen.

A flicker of undeniable disappointment flashed through her heart.

But soon, that disappointment was replaced by an intense desire for victory.

It didn’t matter.

Even if Senior didn’t come, she had to win.

She wanted to win for Senior.

The match began.

In the first set, Su Yang played with some agitation.

She wanted to win too badly; she wanted to establish an absolute advantage before Wen Yusheng arrived.

Every one of her shots was full of aggression. Heavy smashes, drop shots at the net, high clears to the baseline… she used almost all of her offensive tactics, wanting to end the battle as quickly as possible.

However, her opponent was, after all, last year’s runner-up—experienced and defensive.

He cleverly took advantage of Su Yang’s eagerness for success, constantly using net shots and lobs to exhaust Su Yang’s physical strength and disrupt her rhythm.

Several of Su Yang’s certain-kill smashes were neutralized by the opponent’s exquisite defense, which instead caused her to make several unforced errors due to excessive force.

The score remained deadlocked—from 5-5 to 10-10, then to 15-15.

The more Su Yang played, the more anxious she became. Her stamina was also depleting rapidly, and a layer of fine sweat had already broken out on her forehead.

Zhao Jie and the coach on the sidelines saw her problem and were frantically signaling her to steady herself and not rush.

Su Yang also knew there was a problem with her playing.

But she just couldn’t control it.

The thought that Wen Yusheng could appear in the stands at any moment and see her current disheveled state, being led by the nose by her opponent, made it impossible for her to calm down.

Just then, a high clear came over. The landing point was deep, pressing right against Su Yang’s baseline.

Su Yang misjudged the shot and was a step slow in retreating. She could only barely jump and hit the ball back with a backhand.

But the quality of this return was poor—high and slow, it was practically giving points away.

The opponent seized the opportunity, immediately rushed the net, leaped high, and delivered a powerful smash that slammed the ball directly into Su Yang’s half.

Sixteen to fifteen.

Because she couldn’t save the ball in time, Su Yang fell clumsily to the ground.

The whole place was in an uproar.

Propping herself up, Su Yang slowly climbed back up. She looked at her opponent celebrating the point, then at the jarring score on the scoreboard, her heart filled with annoyance and unwillingess.

She took a deep breath, preparing to start again.

Just as she turned to pick up the ball, her gaze unintentionally swept across the entrance of the spectator stands.

Then, her movements came to a sudden halt.

Her pupils dilated in an instant.

She saw it.

In that bustling entrance, a familiar figure was standing there quietly.

It was Wen Yusheng.

She had come.

She really came.

Today, Wen Yusheng was wearing the black dress she had picked out yesterday, with a light-colored windbreaker draped over it. She wasn’t shouting like the other spectators; she just stood there quietly, her gaze passing through the crowded masses to land precisely on Su Yang in the center of the court.

There was no particular expression on her face, but her eyes were like a beam of light, instantly illuminating Su Yang’s entire dark world.

In that moment, Su Yang felt all the surrounding sounds vanish.

The cheers of her teammates, the discussions of the audience, the heavy breathing of her opponent… everything became a blurred background.

In her world, only that figure standing at the intersection of light and shadow, watching her quietly, remained.

Senior is here.

Senior is watching me.

This realization was like a powerful electric current, hitting Su Yang’s limbs and bones in an instant.

She felt her body—which had become heavy due to agitation and physical exhaustion—refill with strength at this moment.

Her heart—which had become panicked because she was trailing in the score—also miraculously calmed down.

She looked at Wen Yusheng, and Wen Yusheng looked at her.

The two stared at each other from across the distance.

Wen Yusheng’s lips moved slightly, as if she were saying something silently.

Su Yang couldn’t see her lip movements clearly, but she somehow miraculously understood her meaning.

She was saying:

“Go for it.”

“Don’t be nervous.”

Su Yang’s heart gave a fierce tremble.

She nodded heavily in Wen Yusheng’s direction.

Then, she turned around and tightened her grip on her racket.

When she lifted her head again, her entire aura had changed.

If the Su Yang from a moment ago was an eager, crashing young cub…

…then the Su Yang now was a truly wild beast that had calmed down and begun to know how to use its strength and wisdom.

Her gaze became as sharp as a hawk’s.

Her footsteps became as light as a cat’s.

Every swing of her racket was full of cold calculation and lethal threat.

The match resumed.

This time, Su Yang was no longer in a hurry to attack.

She patiently began a war of attrition with her opponent.

High clears, drop shots at the net, cross-court smashes… she used the simplest and most effective methods to constantly move her opponent and drain his stamina.

Her defense also became airtight.

No matter how tricky the opponent’s shots were, she could always appear in the most appropriate position with the fastest speed and most logical footwork, then return the ball with the steadiest technique.

The situation on the court underwent a reversal without anyone realizing it.

Now, it was the senior’s turn to be led by the nose by Su Yang.

She was running around the court in exhaustion, her clothes soaked with sweat, and her breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

In contrast, Su Yang played more easily and confidently the more she went on.

On her face, that smile of the strong, characterized by being at ease, reappeared.

Wen Yusheng found an empty seat in the stands and sat down.

She watched the figure on the court who seemed like a different person, a flash of appreciation in her eyes.

She knew it.

This little puppy was born for the court.

Only here would she burst forth with the most dazzling light.

The last few points of the first set practically became Su Yang’s personal performance show.

First, she used a fake move to deceive her opponent, then a delicate net tumble that left the opponent unable to save it.

Immediately after, she used a precise backcourt drop shot, landing the ball steadily in the corner of the opponent’s baseline.

On the final point, the opponent returned a low-quality net ball.

Su Yang seized the opportunity, stepped to the net, and leaped high.

At that moment, all the lights in the gymnasium seemed to gather on her.

Her body leaned back like a fully drawn bow, her arm drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Then, her wrist snapped fiercely.

Bang!

A crisp explosion.

The shuttlecock was like a white bullet, carrying the sound of whistling wind, hitting the opponent’s half at an extremely tricky angle.

Twenty-one to nineteen.

Su Yang won the first set in a comeback.

The entire arena erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Su Yang stood in the center of the court, panting slightly.

She ignored the surrounding cheers and immediately cast her gaze toward that figure in the stands.

She saw Wen Yusheng sitting there, smiling and clapping for her.

At this moment, Su Yang’s heart was completely filled with a massive emotion named “happiness.”

She felt that the smash just now was the coolest shot she had hit in her life.

During the mid-game break, Su Yang walked to the sideline to drink water.

She could feel countless gazes focusing on her.

There was admiration, adoration, and jealousy.

But she didn’t care at all.

Because she knew that the most important gaze in her heart had been there all along.

She tilted her head back and drained a bottle of water in one go. The cold liquid slid down her throat, taking away much of the parching heat.

A few drops of water trickled from the corner of her mouth, flowing over her long neck, finally disappearing into her black collar.

She casually picked up the towel draped over the chair and rubbed her face a few times.

Then, she performed an action that made all the girls in the arena unable to stop themselves from screaming.

She lifted the hem of her T-shirt, revealing that area of well-defined abdominal muscles covered in a thin layer of sweat from the intense exercise.

Tight abs and a beautiful V-line (mermaid line) glinted with a healthy luster under the lights.

Sitting in the stands, Wen Yusheng watched this scene, and her breath suddenly hitched.

She felt her throat suddenly become a bit dry.