The school's top-league football field was packed with spectators, most of the boys coming to watch the inevitably fierce match because several football talents had emerged from the middle school this year, and challenging the high school to victory had always been a symbol of glory; the girls mostly came for the handsome boys, where the Student Union and Sports Department director 'campus heartthrob' Situ Xuan would definitely show up, and the football team captain playboy Zheng Yan would be on the field. With the Pearl Academy football team always being a gathering spot for hot guys, the girls definitely wouldn't waste such a golden opportunity to feast their eyes.
Ye Wudao, dragging Wu Nuanyue, pushed and shoved through the crowd packed several layers deep to finally reach the sidelines. The first half was 2-1, with the high school still leading by one goal. If not for the goalkeeper's heroic saves, the score would have been much wider. Plus, it was said they still had several key players not playing yet, so when Ye Wudao showed up, everyone except that first-year genius goalkeeper wore gloomy faces.
Not far away, the high school team members were strutting arrogantly, pointing and gesturing endlessly, treating the middle school with utter contempt, as if mocking their overestimation of themselves. The beautiful girl who had come to call Ye Wudao after class was chatting and laughing with them. Zheng Yan, wearing a red Nike jersey, sat leisurely on the ground, arm around a pretty good-looking girl. Ye Wudao looked closely and was shocked to find it was that cold, stunningly tall beauty from the red Ferrari this morning. Almost every player there had a girlfriend, and they were all fairly attractive.
A nameless rage welled up inside Ye Wudao — it was nothing but a pearl before swine! Then he thought, forget it, a woman like that wasn't worth keeping anyway. What taste! Even finding a dog would be better than ending up with a scumbag like Zheng Yan.
There were many school leaders watching today's match, but most of them had already left the podium after the first half, leaving behind a few young teachers, among whom several beautiful female teachers were particularly eye-catching. One was Chu Wan, who taught art in the high school division. Standing beside her was her proud student, Bai Qiuyi, a trendsetter on campus who almost rivaled the Prince Charming Group. The other was Xi Rong, who taught music. It was said that the relationship between the three was ambiguous. A teacher-student romance was already shocking enough, but now it was a love triangle, making people envious of Bai Qiuyi, a man with a bevy of beauties.
The right side of the bleachers was packed with a dense crowd of people, but in stark contrast, on the left side, which could hold a thousand people, there were only a few—less than ten in total. Who exactly had such great influence？ The two groups of people with tremendous clout sat far apart. On the far left was a man with a crew cut, legs crossed, chin propped on his hand, a contemptuous sneer on his lips as he coldly watched everyone on the field. Beside him sat a young girl whose face was half-hidden by long hair. Behind them stood four tall and burly men.
On the right were only two people, a man and a woman who were a perfect match. The man was as graceful as a willow and as romantic as the wind, dressed in a full Versace outfit that exuded classical aristocratic style. His slender 1.8-meter frame and athletic physique made him every woman's dream lover. The girl was so beautiful that it wouldn't be an overstatement to describe her as having 'a face that could launch a thousand ships.' Not a bit too tall, not a bit too short—she was the princess of this aristocratic academy, the campus beauty Yan Qingwu, a girl whom Ye Wudao had once followed for over ten minutes without getting her name, a stunning beauty who almost made Ye Wudao want to rape her！ Without a doubt, the male student qualified to be her flower guardian was Situ Xuan. If you didn't know his background, you could guess the price of the glasses on his nose—they were a pair of German Lotos glasses, a luxury for luxury's sake！
"The price of a pair of Lotos frames is equivalent to that of a Bentley car, but you can put them on your nose." The president of Lotos describes his products—glasses adorned with gold, diamonds, or jewelry—with this sentence.
With such a status, it's absolutely not something a clownish little group like F4 can compare to！
Seeing that every girl was already taken, Ye Wudao grew more and more frustrated. He noticed a ball by his feet, and with a flick of his toes, the football obediently spun upward from the ground. Ye Wudao kicked the ball high into the air and ran toward the center of the field. The ball landed right on his head. He used Zidane's signature ball-control move with his right foot, hooking the ball onto his instep. He gently lifted his suspended foot, tossing the ball up, and launched into a personal skills show—using his head, shoulder, or knee. For several minutes, the ball never hit the ground. Everyone on the field watched him perform, marveling at his incredible ball sense and control.
Wu Nuanyue watched him with a sweet smile, feeling several times happier than if she had won an honor herself. She almost had the impulse to announce to the whole world that she was Ye Wudao's woman. What could excite a woman more than seeing the person she loves succeed？
Murong Xuehen, who had arrived at the field early but had been unable to see Ye Wudao for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Watching her man become the center of everyone's attention on the field, she felt secretly delighted and began introducing Ye Wudao to her friends nearby. Of course, she only talked about his positive side, working hard to counteract any negative impressions. Her words made those young beauties' eyes light up one by one. Innocent as they were, they believed that the brother of a flawless, crystal-like girl like Murong Xuehen couldn't possibly be as roguish as the rumors said. With Ye Wudao's impressive performance at the moment, those unsuspecting girls were gradually led into an emotional misunderstanding by Murong Xuehen, who was in cahoots with Ye Wudao.
Ye Wudao executed an exaggerated bicycle kick, sending the ball into the goal more than twenty meters away. The entire crowd went wild over this terrifying world-class strike, and the football coach was so moved that tears streamed down his face, muttering to himself, 'Chinese football has hope, it finally has hope！'
Ye Wudao arrogantly crooked his index finger at the high school team players, making a provocative gesture. The beautiful girl who 'had a grudge against' Ye Wudao blinked her big, pretty eyes, lost in thought. Many high school players wanted to teach this reckless bastard a lesson, but Zheng Yan, who had clearly recognized Ye Wudao, stopped them. Zheng Yan said something to them with a sinister smile, and all the players flashed a treacherous grin. Only the cold, stunning beauty shot Ye Wudao a worried glance. Ye Wudao thought, 'You're not completely hopeless yet; looks like you still have a chance to join my collection of trophies.'
Suddenly, Ye Wudao caught a glimpse of Shi Ya hanging out with a strange guy, and they seemed closer than just acquaintances. 'Damn, another flower already taken！ Why is my luck so shitty today? Every single one is owned by some other guy.' Ye Wudao cursed, hating himself for not making a move sooner. The advantage of being first shouldn't be underestimated—just like him and Murong Xuehen. If not for being the first to get close, how would a perfect girl like that ever have noticed him? It was pretty much the same with Wu Nuanyue.
He who strikes first gets a harem; he who waits ends up alone. A damn good saying!