In the early morning classroom, with the teacher yet to arrive, there was a bit of a commotion.
An Wuyang walked into the classroom and headed to his seat, unaware that his arrival had caused a stir among his classmates.
“Who is that?”
Their class had been together for just over half a month, but given the small number of students, the girls had already scoped out every remotely good-looking boy during their military training.
Back then, they hadn’t seen a boy who looked this clean and had such a refined demeanor.
“Morning.” An Wuyang sat down, put down his backpack, took off his hat, and greeted Wen Ling, who sat next to him.
Then he noticed quite a few classmates giving him strange looks.
He didn’t shy away, instead raising his eyebrows and giving them a smile.
“…Morning. Did you get a haircut?” Wen Ling looked at An Wuyang twice and noticed that not only had he cut his hair, but he had also ditched his ugly black-rimmed glasses.
“Yeah, I did.” An Wuyang touched his hair, clearly pleased with it, and said, “My hair was too long before, blocking my vision and affecting my studies.”
Wen Ling was momentarily speechless. To be honest, having sat next to An Wuyang for so long, he hadn’t noticed that he was particularly studious.
At the back of the class, Xu Yuanhang was stunned. When An Wuyang plopped down in front of him, he finally recognized this guy as his classmate, Xiao An. Damn, he actually looked this handsome.
As a seasoned four-eyes, Xu Yuanhang was dismayed. “Xiao An, why did you suddenly stop wearing glasses?”
Damn, he had chosen to wear contact lenses just to look cool—a sign of downfall!
“Morning, Yuanhang. Actually, I don’t need glasses,” An Wuyang said with a smile, pointing to the tennis racket he had brought. “Wen Ling and I are training with the tennis club this afternoon. Glasses would be inconvenient.”
Xu Yuanhang felt a pang of jealousy. “What… you guys secretly joined the tennis club?”
Wait, wasn’t that the club full of handsome guys that the girls in their class had been talking about?
At five in the afternoon, the boy in light sportswear, carrying a tennis racket, walked with his tall and handsome friend to the tennis club’s training location.
“The school team members are here,” someone nearby shouted.
An Wuyang and Wen Ling turned around, surprised to see five or six boys in matching team uniforms walking towards them.
Seeing them either carrying or holding tennis rackets, it was clear they were members of the tennis club.
Indeed, as the rumors had it, these boys were all tall and good-looking, each with their own unique charm and aura.
As they moved together, not only did the surrounding girls watch them intently, but even the boys couldn’t help but stop and look.
“Ah—President Xun is so handsome…” a girl’s voice broke the silence.
An Wuyang noticed that the leading senior, who had a striking appearance, smiled slightly in the direction of the voice, but his calm eyes gave off a sense of aloofness.
They walked past An Wuyang and Wen Ling.
“It looks pretty impressive…” An Wuyang’s gaze followed the group’s figures as he murmured.
Wen Ling smiled gently and patted his desk mate’s shoulder. “As long as you practice diligently, you can be just as good.”
An Wuyang immediately nodded confidently. “Yeah!” After all, their family boasted a national runner-up champion!
“Let’s go!” He called out to Wen Ling and briskly caught up with the group of exceptionally handsome seniors ahead of them.
Today marked the freshmen’s first appearance in club activities this year.
New members were required to report to the club manager.
Inside the small office, club president Zhang Xunwu took the list handed by the manager and quickly scanned through it. “Is this year’s new recruits? So few?”
The manager, feeling slighted, grimaced and retorted, “Didn’t you say you wanted to raise the admission standards?”
With so many stringent conditions, naturally, there would be fewer who met the standards.
The tennis club president sneered, “Is that supposed to be high?”
Manager: “…It’s obviously not high for you.” But this is just an ordinary university, come on!
“Um, hello…” An Wuyang hesitated to interrupt their conversation, but they had been standing at the door for quite a while now. It seemed they had to knock to get attention.
“Come in.” Two people in the room paused their argument and turned to the unfamiliar faces at the door.
“New recruits?” Zhang Xunwu glanced at the names on the list and asked, “What are your names?”
An Wuyang and Wen Ling walked in, introducing themselves in turn, “I’m Wen Ling. Hello, seniors.”
“I’m An Wuyang. Hello, seniors.”
The president and the manager silently scrutinized the two new recruits, both feeling a strong sense of something unusual. “…”
They seriously suspected that the recruitment officer for the club had picked people based on their looks, otherwise how could they all be so evenly matched…
“Do you both play tennis? To what level?” Zhang Xunwu asked indifferently.
“I do. I played for three years in high school and participated in provincial-level competitions,” Wen Ling replied, wearing a mild smile that made him seem harmless.
“What about you?” Zhang Xunwu’s gaze shifted to the shorter figure next to him.
“I, I just started learning,” An Wuyang replied nervously, taking off his hat respectfully, “But I’ll work hard. Please teach me a lot, seniors.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xunwu raised an eyebrow in surprise. It was rare to see such a polite kid nowadays, and he was genuinely impressed.
After all, it was just a school club; the atmosphere didn’t even compare to one-tenth of a professional training environment.
“We’re just here to play casually,” he said, raising his hand to reassure them. “No need to be so formal.”
The manager wiped his sweat on the side, finding it hard to believe even himself as he heard that.
Even though the Commerce University Tennis Club is highly regarded by many, it is often referred to as the devil’s club!
“Thank you…” An Wuyang smiled and looked up at the familiar face of the senior, boldly asking, “Excuse me, are you the president of the tennis club?”
The manager, wanting to avoid seeing the younger student annoyed, immediately chimed in, “Yes, he is the president.”
And also an ill-tempered guy with a personality disorder! Just avoid bothering him if possible!
“Yeah, I’m the president,” Zhang Xunwu reiterated, pressing the list into the manager’s desk and saying, “Come with me to the training grounds. Since you have no foundation, we’ll need to make good use of the time to learn.”
The manager sighed, “There’s still another newcomer, you know!”
Zhang Xunwu crossed his arms and walked away, instructing, “It’s up to you now. I don’t have time to waste here.”
Wen Ling and An Wuyang exchanged a glance, bid farewell to the manager obediently, and quickly caught up with the commanding and somewhat willful president.
As they approached the training grounds, they could see other club members earnestly practicing.
The sounds of tennis balls hitting the ground and rackets filled the air.
For Wen Ling, this was a familiar scene that filled him with a strong sense of familiarity.
“Since you have experience in competitions, practice with them,” Zhang Xunwu pointed to the school team members over there and instructed, then turned back to glance at the somewhat inexperienced An Wuyang, “You come with me.”
Wen Ling, feeling hesitant about being left out, also glanced at An Wuyang. “President, should I teach him the basics?”
Zhang Xunwu waved his hand dismissively, “No need to bother. Occasionally guiding rookies is my pleasure.” He glanced at Wen Ling, “You wouldn’t want to deprive the president of his pleasure, would you?”
“…,” What more could Wen Ling say? He could only pat his desk mate’s arm, “Then you learn from the president, I’ll go over there first and wait for you.”
The young man with the tennis racket nodded, calmly watching his desk mate head for a level he couldn’t reach for the time being, silently resolving to practice diligently.
“Give me that.” Zhang Xunwu took the tennis racket from him, opened the bag, and found a professional-grade racket inside, quite surprised. “Wow, quite thoughtful.”
“It was picked out by my partner,” An Wuyang said with a smile, eyes sparkling, “He was the national runner-up in the junior division and really good at tennis.”
After saying that, he sheepishly scratched his head, “Sorry, President…” Accidentally sounding like a boastful partner, proud and boastful, how embarrassing!
But he couldn’t help it!
“I’m very proud to have such an excellent and charming partner.”
“Oh?” National Junior Runner-up?
Zhang Xunwu asked sharply, “Is this recent?” If it were, he would know, but those guys were all male.
“Not quite, it was many years ago.” The little angel silently counted in his mind, one, two, three, four… a full seventeen years ago!
He didn’t dare say it aloud, afraid of startling the president.
“Is that so?” Zhang Xunwu didn’t delve further. He looked at the clean slate of the new student, and began teaching him the basics of tennis, “Alright, pay attention. Hold the racket like this, raise your arm a bit higher when you swing…”
To be honest, this younger student’s thin arms and legs completely didn’t match President Zhang’s aesthetic.
He believed that a tennis prodigy should have a tall and slender physique, not slim and fragile, which seemed incapable of producing powerful serves.
“Okay, President,” An Wuyang nodded, took the racket, and earnestly assumed the standard position.
It was clear he had been taught by a professional; no further guidance was needed!
Annoyed…
President Zhang, deprived of his pleasure, pursed his lips with a cold expression, feeling inexplicably displeased with the object of the new student’s tennis proficiency.
“Try returning a ball.”
Getting serious, he took his racket, jumped up, and delivered a moderately difficult flat serve.
An Wuyang widened his eyes, realizing the serve was completely different from Huo Yunchuan’s. It was a ball he couldn’t easily return.
But he wanted to give it his best shot!
As the tennis ball flew near his racket, he landed back on the ground, calmly accepting the fact that he was quite amateurish.
“Whew…” An Wuyang adjusted his cap with his finger, looked up at the unsurprised president with a smile that showed apology but not discouragement, then turned to find the yellow ball.
“…,” The young man holding the racket on the opposite side stood stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Well, enough of this show of authority. He thought the junior’s personality was rather cute.
Next, the school team members next door were dumbfounded, watching their supposedly ill-tempered president patiently teaching the new, inexperienced recruit… Was this the same president they knew?!
They simply couldn’t believe it.
Every tennis club training session was always packed around the courts.
The girls who didn’t have classes gathered around the court, forming inner and outer circles, sometimes quietly watching their idols, sometimes cheering loudly for a handsome serve.
“Our President Xunwu is so handsome! I really want to join the tennis club!”
“It’s a pity the tennis club isn’t very friendly to girls. The conditions for girls to join are even stricter than for boys.”
A boy nearby scoffed, “Of course, because you girls have impure motives. You’re not joining the club to play tennis, so why would the president accept you?”
At this moment, a voice said, “Huh, who’s the guy practicing with the president? He looks familiar.”
“Who?” Everyone turned their attention to the young man across from Zhang Xunwu because of her words.
In light sportswear, slender limbs, fair skin, a small face—a perfect handsome young man’s appearance. Come to think of it, he really did seem familiar.
Like some public figure?
“Is he an internet celebrity?” speculated a classmate who wasn’t sure.
“No… wait,” the girl who spoke suddenly showed excitement, pulling out her phone and checking her saved photos. “Oh my gosh! I think I know who he is!”
It’s the male influencer who posted that lovey-dovey Weibo two days ago. Although the hairstyle of the influencer in the photo is different from the handsome youth on the court, if you look closely, the sportswear he’s wearing and the tennis racket he’s holding are identical!
The newly obsessed fan of the Huo couple, with her heart sinking into the unfathomable hole, put away her phone and shouted excitedly towards the court with all her might, “Sweetie——”
“Oh my god, oh my god, she’s seen Sweetie for real!”
The familiar nickname made An Wuyang, who was playing tennis, pause in confusion, dumbfoundedly looking towards the girl who shouted… Wait, was she calling out to him?
“Ahhh!!!” She saw his face clearly!
The girl, overwhelmed with excitement and not knowing what to do, saw An Wuyang’s face and confirmed that he was indeed the “Sweetie” she had recently become a fan of. Suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, she shouted again like a long-lost mother and son reuniting, “Sweetie——I love you! I’m your devoted fan!”
An Wuyang was stunned for real: “……”
At this moment, the sluggish brain in his neck was wondering: Who am I?! Where am I?! Did I just get exposed?!
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