For more than half a year, the two had been intimate dozens of times, if not a hundred, despite Huo Yunchuan’s consideration for An Wuyang’s health and his deliberate restraint.
After all, An Wuyang’s physique was far from robust, with slender arms and legs, appearing fragile in Huo Yunchuan’s eyes.
“Never mind,” Huo Yunchuan initially intended to reward himself during the holidays, but since An Wuyang had a game at Shang University tomorrow and likely wouldn’t play, he said, “Let’s postpone it. We’ll talk after the game.”
The still unsatisfied man got off the bed and walked into the bathroom nonchalantly.
“…” An Wuyang was speechless but grateful for Huo Yunchuan’s understanding tonight.
Being a herbivorous type with usually low desires, An Wuyang couldn’t comprehend the other’s urgent need for intimacy.
Maybe it was a matter of age?
“Q University, right? I’ll go with you tomorrow,” Huo Yunchuan said from beside the bed, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
“Huh?” An Wuyang uttered a confused sound.
“I said I’ll go with you,” Huo Yunchuan repeated. “Got your brain knocked silly?”
“No,” An Wuyang thought through gritted teeth, clearly it was you who messed me up: “Sure.” In truth, it was rare for them to go out together on weekends since he usually went home.
“I’ll message the club president then,” An Wuyang said.
In the club’s WeChat group:
An Wuyang: @President Zhang, President, can I bring someone with me to Q University tomorrow?
Zhang replied: It’s better not to bring unrelated people.
An Wuyang: My husband! He plays tennis and has won second place before.
Seeing the message from the club’s rookie, Zhang felt a stir. As far as he knew, the rookie’s husband was the president of Huo Corporation?
What did that mean?
Absolutely presentable!
Zhang immediately said, “OK, bring him along.”
On the first morning of the holiday, at 8 AM, in front of Shang University.
Many students had gone home, including some members of the tennis club, leading to a shortage of people, so they needed some cheerleaders like An Wuyang to fill the ranks.
However, An Wuyang, full of a sense of duty, didn’t slack off just because he was there to make up the numbers.
So, Huo Yunchuan drove three people, and Zhang also drove three people. Two cars with eight people in total, heading grandly towards Q University.
Upon arriving at their destination, all eight were in sportswear, carrying tennis rackets, looking like they were there to stir up trouble.
President Huo was there to cheer for the little angel. At thirty-one this year, he looked much younger in sportswear than he did in formal attire.
He looked to be in his early twenties.
Standing together in matching sportswear with An Wuyang, they didn’t look out of place.
However, as usual, Huo Yunchuan was silent and reserved, rarely speaking. When he did, it was always decisive and to the point.
The accompanying students from Shang University knew his identity. As An Wuyang’s classmates and alumni, they had no intention of trying to get close to him.
Everyone went about their business as usual, without any difference from the norm.
“They’ve arrived,” Zhang said, making a call to get their location, leading the group over.
An Wuyang and Huo Yunchuan walked at the back.
“Hey, our president won the boys’ championship in the youth category. Impressive, right?” said the shorter person, nudging the tall one beside him.
Huo Yunchuan raised an eyebrow. This guy, praising another man in front of him, had a death wish?
“Really?” He responded indifferently.
“Yes,” An Wuyang, holding his racket, earnestly explained the origins of this friendly match: “It’s said that a few years ago, the president of Q University’s tennis club was defeated by our president and has been eager to organize a rematch ever since.”
Rubbing his chin, he pondered, “For someone like me who lacks competitive spirit, I really don’t understand the difference between winning and losing.”
Hearing the newbie’s muttering, Zhang, at the front, raised his chin and turned back, saying, “Of course there’s a difference. Losing to others is a disgrace, understand?”
“Uh…” Is it that serious?
“He’s right.” President Huo placed his hand on the back of the little angel’s head. “Losing to others is indeed a disgrace.”
Even during the holiday, there were many students at Q University’s campus who hadn’t left.
Seeing this group of handsome guys whose looks were well above average, people couldn’t help but take a few more glances and even took out their phones to snap photos.
Soon, both teams gathered at the tennis court.
Q University indeed lived up to its reputation as a prestigious school; their facilities were much better than the pitifully small court at Shang University.
However, Zhang didn’t feel inferior. Despite Q University’s larger court, what did it matter to him if his opponent was a defeated underling?
At this moment, Zhang went over to negotiate while the cheerleaders stayed in the stands.
An Wuyang sincerely admired, “The president is really confident.”
No matter where he was, he was as proud as a peacock… Wait, An Wuyang suddenly realized that his attention to the president was unusual.
After thinking it over, he finally solved the mystery.
Isn’t the president just like Huo Yunchuan in his youth?
“It seems you really admire him,” Huo Yunchuan remarked, unaware of what was going through An Wuyang’s mind. He only trusted his own ears.
“Actually, I admire you,” An Wuyang said. “Don’t you think our president is a lot like you when you were younger?”
Huo Yunchuan glanced at the peacock-like Zhang and said curtly, “Not at all.”
An Wuyang’s eyes were fixed on the court, and when he saw the president taking out his racket to warm up, he became excited, “President! Go for it——!”
Everyone immediately turned to look at him.
Zhang twitched his mouth, “Little rookie…” Not only inexperienced but also a bit foolish!
“Tsk tsk, is that one of your club members?” the opponent walked over. “Weren’t you known for having high standards for your team? When did you start picking up trash?”
“Trash?” Zhang replied with a fake smile, then glanced back at the young man sitting beside the little rookie, “What should I do? I feel like I could kill you at any moment.”
Opponent: “You!”
Talking tough even when facing defeat.
“Can you calm down?” Huo Yunchuan pulled the excited youth back into his arms, hoping his little angel would quietly lean against him to watch the match rather than cheer for another man, or he’d go crazy.
“Oh, the game started!” An Wuyang obediently leaned against his husband, his eyes focused on the court.
In contrast, the other team members didn’t show much excitement on their faces.
Even Senior Lian was full of worry, his brows furrowed continuously.
After about three rallies, Huo Yunchuan remarked, “Your president has an injury on his hand; he won’t be able to beat the opponent.”
“Huh?” An Wuyang looked at him in surprise.
Senior Lian, who overheard, was equally astonished, “Mr. Huo, you can tell?” Yes, their president had an injury on his hand and couldn’t play high-intensity matches.
“Knowing it’s a losing game, why accept the challenge?” Huo Yunchuan rarely showed interest in others’ affairs, usually remaining indifferent to the unfolding events.
Senior Lian quickly explained, “I think he wants to use this sparring match to come to terms with his injury, just to adjust his mindset. He doesn’t mind who the opponent is.”
An Wuyang pondered, deeply admiring the president’s resolve, “I think even if he loses this match, he’s still amazing.”
“The third time,” Huo Yunchuan glared dangerously at his little angel.
He even gets jealous over this!
An Wuyang was helpless but didn’t dare to continue challenging this man’s nerves, “Alright, let’s watch the game closely.”
Just as he finished speaking, the young man on the court, in an attempt to return a difficult shot, lost control of his racket, which flew out of his hand and off the court.
The team members in the stands all stood up, showing worried expressions.
“Do we still need to continue?” the opponent said condescendingly, looking at the somewhat stunned young man.
“I really don’t know what you’re so smug about,” Zhang said with a mocking smile, rotating his sore wrist. “You knew about my hand injury a long time ago, didn’t you?”
Otherwise, why wait two years before challenging me again in the third year?
“Heh,” the opponent said, “The process doesn’t matter. What matters is the result, and the result now is that you’ve lost.”
“Tsk…” Zhang’s expression turned to surprise as he saw a figure approaching in the distance.
The opponent followed his gaze and raised an eyebrow with arms crossed, “What? You brought backup?” Seeing everyone silent, he arrogantly said, “Looks like Shang University wants to lose thoroughly.”
Zhang thought disdainfully, Idiot, that’s not a Shang University student.
Annoyed by the opponent’s arrogance, An Wuyang, following behind Huo Yunchuan, frowned and felt a bit uncomfortable, “Yunchuan, are you going to play against him?”
Huo Yunchuan casually hummed, “Whatever.”
Holding the racket that had flown out earlier, he walked over to Zhang and returned it. Zhang didn’t reach out to take it and said, “Mr. Huo, since you’re here, why not stretch your muscles a bit?”
“Yes,” An Wuyang quietly echoed, “This guy may have won, but he has no sportsmanship at all. I think he needs a bit of a lesson.”
“Mm.” Huo Yunchuan nodded in agreement.
After not playing tennis for over a decade, Huo Yunchuan did a few sets of warm-ups on the spot and then said to the opponent, “Let’s start.”
An Wuyang and Zhang moved off the court.
“…He hasn’t played tennis in over ten years,” An Wuyang, who had urged Huo Yunchuan to step in, said with a worried look.
“What?” Zhang’s mouth twitched violently.
The fact that Mr. Huo hadn’t played tennis in over ten years but still exuded an aura of ‘I’m the best in the world’ was perplexing.
In any case, Zhang, the tennis club president of Shang University, had already prepared himself for the entire team to embarrass themselves at Q University today, holding no hope for this match.
In the stands, the other team members shared the same view, except one who said uncertainly, “I think I read a report somewhere that Mr. Huo used to be a tennis player…”
The match began with their side’s first serve.
Everyone widened their eyes and let out a surprised, “Ah…”
It turned out that Huo Yunchuan played very steadily, showing no signs of being out of practice. This was thanks to occasionally practicing tennis with his little angel recently.
“!!” He scored the first point.
The president was extremely happy but then heard An Wuyang beside him let out a long sigh of relief, “So this is his true skill level. Now I feel at ease.”
Zhang couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked, “What do you mean?”
Did the little rookie, as a partner, not even know Mr. Huo’s true skill level?
“Ah…” The little rookie scratched his head awkwardly, “Sometimes when he plays with me, he can’t even return my shots…”
An Wuyang had thought this was due to not playing for over ten years. But today, it seemed to be a case of performing better against stronger opponents!
What?
The Mr. Huo, dominating on the court, couldn’t return the little rookie’s shots?
Nonsense!
Zhang rolled his eyes, thinking that must have been intentional. As a competitive player who cared a lot about winning and losing, he felt that Mr. Huo was a disgrace to true competitors!
“Fortunately, when he encounters a strong opponent, he can bring out his full potential,” An Wuyang pondered, touching his chin.
Zhang mentally responded, Yeah, right.
“Huh?” The little angel blinked and cautiously asked, “President, why did he switch to a different grip?”
President Zhang, unable to find words, was practically on his knees: “…”
He felt that this new club member was ‘sweet’ to a frightening degree.
What do you mean by bringing out his full potential? That was clearly, obviously, deliberately playing down, playing down, playing down!
Author’s note:
President Zhang: If I had a spouse, hmph! I’d also pamper them like this.
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