The Days and Nights of Being Targeted by a Flirtatious Senior Sister - Chapter 17

The air in the gymnasium seemed to solidify at that very instant.

Immediately following, a burst of screams erupted from the spectator stands—specifically the areas where the girls were gathered—even more intense than when Su Yang had won the point just moments ago.

“Aaaaaah! I saw it! I saw it! Yang-god’s abs!”

“Heavens! That physique is just too perfect! So fair and firm, the lines are beautiful!”

“I can’t take it anymore, my health bar is empty! Someone hold me up!”

“My mom is asking me why I’m watching a match with a nosebleed!”

Those undisguised comments, filled with longing and adoration, surged like a tide toward Su Yang in the center of the court.

And the instigator herself was completely oblivious to it all.

Su Yang simply felt hot.

The previous game had been too intense; she felt as though every pore in her body was radiating heat. Sweat trickled down from her forehead, cheeks, and neck, soaking her collar and making her feel very uncomfortable.

Lifting the hem of her shirt to wipe away the sweat was merely a subconscious, habitual action.

At the sports academy, it was perfectly normal for male and female athletes to lift their shirts to wipe sweat after training when they were sweltering, or even to strip off their tops to cool down.

Su Yang didn’t feel there was anything inappropriate about the gesture at all.

She was even slightly annoyed that her T-shirt’s absorbency wasn’t great; after wiping for a while, the sweat on her face still felt sticky.

Having finished wiping, she casually let the hem drop, picked up her water bottle, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

She tilted her head back, her Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion of swallowing. A few stray drops of water escaped her lips and slid down her slender neck, finally disappearing into the depths of her black collar.

In the eyes of the surrounding girls, that image was simply sexy beyond belief.

Another wave of rising and falling, irrepressible screams followed.

Su Yang was somewhat bewildered by the shouting.

She put down the water bottle and looked around, discovering that many girls were holding up their phones to film her, their faces wearing an excited expression she didn’t quite understand—like hungry wolves seeing meat.

What’s going on?

Su Yang scratched her head, feeling puzzled.

Was I just that cool while playing?

Meanwhile, Wen Yusheng, sitting in the front row of the stands, saw everything with absolute clarity.

She didn’t scream like the girls around her.

She just sat there quietly, but the hand holding her water bottle tightened involuntarily.

The plastic bottle was squeezed slightly out of shape.

Her gaze was like a magnet, deathly locked onto that fleeting glimpse of Su Yang’s pale, firm midriff.

Wen Yusheng’s mind was a complete blank.

She only remembered what she had seen at the moment Su Yang lifted her shirt.

She saw the tight, power-filled body of a youth.

She saw the clearly defined abs and mermaid lines glowing healthily under the lights.

She saw the fair skin covered in a thin layer of sweat from the vigorous exercise.

That image was like a movie frame slowed down a thousand times, carrying a powerful visual impact that was seared into her retinas.

Wen Yusheng felt her throat suddenly go very dry and thirsty.

She unscrewed the cap and took a sip of water, but that mysterious restlessness showed no signs of being relieved; instead, it felt as though it were intensifying.

In her twenty-two years of life, she had seen countless outstanding men. There were gentle business elites, elegant artists, and ripped fitness coaches.

But she had never felt such a strong emotion—one that could almost be called “desire”—toward any man’s body before.

She even felt that those exaggerated muscle blocks deliberately built in gyms and coated in olive oil were merely piles of greasy, unappealing dead meat when compared to the natural lines of Su Yang’s body, formed through day after day of grueling training and filled with explosive power and vitality.

Su Yang’s body was vivid, young, and filled with the scent of sunshine and sweat.

It was the most primal, purest, and most irresistible kind of sexiness.

Wen Yusheng’s gaze fell upon Su Yang once more.

She saw Su Yang being surrounded by a group of excited girls; some were handing her towels, some were handing her water, and some were even trying to sneak a touch of her arm.

Su Yang seemed somewhat unaccustomed to this excessive passion; her face bore a bashful and helpless smile as she thanked them while politely backing away.

In that state, she looked like a pure, harmless little white rabbit surrounded by a pack of she-wolves.

Wen Yusheng’s eyes instantly turned cold.

A powerful emotion named “unpleasantness” rapidly spread through her heart.

On what basis?

On what basis can these people look at her from so close?

On what basis can these people lay their hands on her?

That was hers.

That was the “exclusive pillow” she allowed to sleep on her lap and hug her waist.

That was her personal puppy.

How could she be coveted by others?

Wen Yusheng felt like a lion whose territory had been invaded; her fur was nearly standing on end.

She desperately wanted to rush down immediately, pull Su Yang out from the midst of those women, and hide her away in a place where only she could see her.

But she couldn’t.

Her persona was that of the gentle, dignified, and elegant Senior Wen.

She could not do something so undignified.

Wen Yusheng took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She looked at the figure surrounded so tightly by the court and a flicker of indiscernible possessiveness flashed in her eyes.

It seemed she had to find a way to let everyone know that this puppy had an owner.

The halftime break soon ended.

The second game began.

Perhaps because the comeback victory in the first game had brought immense confidence, or perhaps because Wen Yusheng’s gaze gave her infinite strength.

In the second game, Su Yang played smoothly and with soaring momentum.

She completely controlled the rhythm of the court.

Every one of her shots was both clever and tricky.

At times, she used precise high clears to pin her opponent to the baseline, leaving him exhausted from running.

At other times, she used an unexpected net shot that he couldn’t reach in time.

Her smashes were even more powerful and angled sharply, scoring directly several times and drawing bursts of cheers from the audience.

Under Su Yang’s powerful offensive, the opponent retreated steadily, utterly unable to fight back.

The score gap was quickly widened.

Twenty to twelve.

Su Yang reached match point.

The final point.

Su Yang served a high-quality backcourt ball, and the opponent barely managed to return it.

Judging accurately, Su Yang immediately rushed to the net and leapt high.

It was the exact same posture as the final point of the first game.

Her body arched back like a fully drawn bow.

Her arm swung like a bolt of black lightning.

Bang!

A loud sound.

The shuttlecock turned into a white light, once again slamming fiercely onto the opponent’s court.

Twenty-one to twelve.

The match was over.

Su Yang had won the match with an absolute advantage of two to zero.

The whole place erupted.

Cheers, whistles, and applause almost blew the roof off the gymnasium.

Su Yang’s teammates swarmed forward, surrounding her and excitedly hoisting her up to toss her into the air.

Su Yang tumbled in the air, feeling the joy of victory and the warmth of her teammates.

But her gaze always pierced through the crowd, through all the noise, and locked firmly onto that quiet figure in the spectator stands.

She saw Wen Yusheng standing up and applauding for her.

Her face wore a gentle, proud smile.

At that moment, Su Yang felt as though she possessed the whole world.

After the match ended, Su Yang was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic fans.

Those asking for signatures, photos, and WeChat IDs were endless.

Su Yang was stuck in the middle, feeling somewhat at a loss. She politely declined while trying her best to squeeze out of the crowd.

She wanted to find Wen Yusheng.

She wanted to share the joy of her victory with her at the first possible moment.

Just as she was at her wits’ end, a cool voice, like a clear spring, pierced through all the noise and reached her ears clearly.

“Excuse me, please let me through.”

The crowd automatically parted to create a path.

Wen Yusheng walked over slowly with elegant steps.

She walked up to Su Yang, ignoring the stunned and gossiping gazes around them.

From her bag, she took out a bottle of sports drink she had prepared earlier at the perfect temperature and held it out to Su Yang.

Then, she took out a clean handkerchief with a faint fragrance and, under everyone’s shocked gaze, raised her hand to carefully wipe the sweat from Su Yang’s forehead.

Her movements were very light and soft, filled with intimacy and possession.

As if she were tending to a precious treasure that belonged solely to her.

“You played very well.”

Wen Yusheng looked at Su Yang, her eyes holding a gentle smile as she spoke softly.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Looking at this exquisite face so close at hand, smelling the familiar fragrance that put her mind at ease, Su Yang felt her heart start to throb uncontrollably once again.

She looked at Wen Yusheng and opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

Thank you? Or something else?

However, before she could speak.

Wen Yusheng suddenly leaned in closer and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, whispered a single sentence in her ear.

“Junior, your figure… is really good.”