DHWB Chapter 11

Maybe it was the rainy season, but after the semifinals, the rain seemed endless, drizzling for more than half a month without stopping.

Finally, the rain cleared up, but then Mr. Qin told the class, “The semester is ending soon, so the basketball tournament is postponed.”

What the hell.

Postponed? Could it really be pushed all the way to next semester? The one and only high school basketball tournament might just end like this?

But since it was a decision from the school leadership, they had no choice but to accept it with gritted teeth.

Everyone was in a bad mood, except for Wei Jie, the team captain, who didn’t seem to care.

According to Zhuang Yi, “He’s too busy being obsessed with studying now to care about anything else.”

Wei Jie had really stepped up his game. His mind was sharp, and once he put in the effort, his scores in math, physics, and chemistry improved at lightning speed. However, subjects like Chinese and English, which relied more on long-term accumulation, were tougher for him.

After several quizzes, Wei Jie was catching up to Zhuang Yi, which left him scratching his head. He asked Fang Shucheng, “Did Wei Jie take some weird medicine or something?”

Fang Shucheng teased him, “If you weren’t always so focused on hanging out with Xie Jun, Wei Jie wouldn’t have caught up so quickly.”

Zhuang Yi’s grades had always been average, but recently they had started to slip a bit.

Zhuang Yi flared up, “Who’s hanging out with him?! He’s the one who’s always messing with me!”

Fang Shucheng was curious, “What’s he doing to mess with you?”

Zhuang Yi stammered, “Just, you know… stuff. I was forced into it.”

Fang Shucheng sympathized, “Well, since Wei Jie and Xie Jun are good friends, maybe you should ask Wei Jie to help if Xie Jun’s bullying you.”

“Yeah right,” Zhuang Yi scoffed. “Wei Jie would probably just help him bully me even more. Those two are cut from the same cloth.”

Fang Shucheng’s expression darkened, “It’s Xie Jun who’s messing with you, not Wei Jie. Why are you taking it out on him?”

Zhuang Yi flexed his arm, showing off his muscles. “Not happy with it? Want to see who’s stronger?”

Fang Shucheng accepted the challenge without hesitation, “Bring it on!” He slapped a full set of practice tests from Five Three onto the desk in front of Zhuang Yi. “Let’s see who finishes first!”

Zhuang Yi: “…”

Zhuang Yi: “Damn it!”

Fang Shucheng snorted, looking triumphant.

They exchanged disdainful glances and went their separate ways, fuming.

With final exams approaching, the tension in the class was palpable. At first, Fang Shucheng remained calm, but when the PE teacher arrived, he felt like flipping the table.

There was going to be a physical fitness exam at the end of the semester too.

Fifty-meter dash, eight-hundred-meter run, standing long jump—these were all things he could barely pass if he pushed himself. But when it came to pull-ups, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t do it.

The PE teacher privately reminded him that if he didn’t pass the physical exam, he wouldn’t qualify for the “Three Good Student” award.

Wei Jie offered to help him practice.

After fifteen minutes of trying, Fang Shucheng gave up, exhausted. “I really can’t do it,” he said, breathing heavily.

Without a word, Wei Jie walked over, wrapped his arms around Fang Shucheng’s waist, and lifted him up before he could let go of the bar.

For the first time, Fang Shucheng got a view from above the pull-up bar, his sore arms finally getting a break.

“How does it feel? Got a sense of accomplishment?” Wei Jie asked with a smirk.

Fang Shucheng’s face twisted in discomfort. “My waist… can’t take it… hahaha… hahahaha…”

Wei Jie had found his ticklish spot on his waist.

Startled, Wei Jie quickly put him down, but when he saw Fang Shucheng laughing so hard he was practically convulsing, with tears forming at the corners of his eyes, Wei Jie couldn’t resist making it worse. He held him against the bar, continuing to tickle him. Fang Shucheng twisted and kicked, but he couldn’t escape Wei Jie’s playful torment.

“I’m going to get mad!” Fang Shucheng finally shouted.

Wei Jie let go of him, still chuckling, “Want to try again?” He pointed to the pull-up bar.

Fang Shucheng shook his head and showed Wei Jie his hands, which were red and raw from gripping the bar for so long. His arms were trembling uncontrollably, a physiological reaction after hanging for too long.

Wei Jie kissed his hand softly, “You’ve really worked hard, my dear.”

In response, Fang Shucheng seized the moment to tickle Wei Jie’s waist in revenge.

Wei Jie opened his arms wide and stood still, unaffected. “I’m not ticklish.”

Fang Shucheng collapsed against him, defeated. “Yeah, right.”

Wei Jie gave him a pat, “What do you think?” Then he turned around and bent slightly, “Hop on, I’ll carry you back.”

Fang Shucheng expertly climbed onto his back, and Wei Jie, grabbing his legs, hoisted him higher. Once Fang Shucheng was securely on his back, Wei Jie playfully swatted his behind and warned, “Hold tight, don’t wiggle around.”

Half of Fang Shucheng’s butt had gone numb from the smack, but since he was already on Wei Jie’s back, there wasn’t much he could do in return. After a moment of thought, he leaned forward and licked Wei Jie’s collarbone.

He felt the muscles in Wei Jie’s back tense up and smiled to himself. “You said you weren’t ticklish, but I just found your weak spot.” He continued to lick lightly, just grazing the skin with the tip of his tongue, making it even more ticklish.

Wei Jie’s breathing became labored, and his face betrayed a look of restrained desire. After a long pause, his voice came out husky, “That’s not tickling.” He paused, then added in a rough whisper, “I’m f***ing hard now.”

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