Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 316 - 66: Hero Saves a Little Beauty

Chapter 316: Chapter 66: Hero Saves a Little Beauty

Crying kids get fed—this saying is absolutely true.

Right after the draw, the organizers of Knei, under considerable opposing pressure, slightly postponed the afternoon competition and scheduled it to start after 3 PM. This allowed the four participating teams to catch their breath between noon and 3 PM.

Compete against him?

Ah, wrong, I mean, compete against them. Xiao Xian glanced at the female player from AND1, trying to figure out if Fang Xin belonged to Bai Xue’s Faction or Zhang Yiyi’s Faction.

Looking at it, it seems more like Captain Bai Xue. Xiao Xian couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t "underperform" when facing a player of Bai Xue’s caliber.

"Hey, hello, my name is Fang Xin. I saw the game your team played this morning, it was terrific, just a tiny bit better than ours," guided by Fang De, Fang Xin and Zhou Ziang came over to say hello.

There’s a knack to greeting—man to man, woman to woman, and this also set the basic defensive positions on the court.

"My name is Zhu Xiaoxian," a bowed hand won’t slap a smiling face, so Xiao Xian kindly extended his hand.

After a simple handshake, "I have to say you are quite small and fair-skinned. Are you from the south?" Fang Xin boldly stepped forward.

She leaned in close to Xiao Xian’s eyes and flashed a huge smile, not caring whether Xiao Xian disliked such a close greeting.

"Not really that small," besides his age, Xiao Xian didn’t think he was that small.

By his age, he is eleven years old, but including his past life, he is also in his early twenties.

In terms of height, Xiao Xian measured himself before New Year, 1.65 meters, just one centimeter short; he wasn’t particularly short on the streets of the Northern regions, only considerably shorter compared to the likes of Bai Xue and Fang Xin.

Before the greeting, Xiao Xian thought Fang Xin was from Bai Xue’s Faction. Now, it seems she is closer to Zhang Yiyi’s personality.

Xiao Xian didn’t dislike this straightforwardness, figuring she probably didn’t weave intricate schemes.

"Very tiny, I could lift you with one arm," Fang Xin joked with her two companions. Actually, she was only asking her own brother, Zhou Ziang, the brooding and scheming man, guessing he wouldn’t join the conversation.

Zhou Ziang’s eyelids lifted, and surprisingly, he spoke, "Hmm, quite petite indeed."

Xiao Xian felt a moment of trance, and looked back at Zhou Ziang, wearing the same gray-blue basketball outfit, the hole from yesterday now gone.

Seeing her eyes wandering up and down, Zhou Ziang couldn’t help but cough; the hole was patched by Xi Lijuan yesterday, and since it wasn’t necessary to buy a new basketball outfit so far into the game, only he didn’t realize that a girl shouldn’t stare at that part of a person.

Yet, strangely enough, being stared at by Xiao Xian didn’t irritate him; instead, a warm and indescribable feeling bubbled up inside him, spreading warmly from his feet throughout his body.

"Hello, I’m Qu Yang," noticing he had been ignored, Qu Yang hurriedly stepped in, as per the strategic division, Mao Yi decided Qu Yang should be guarding the enigmatic Zhou Ziang, but Qu Yang refused, dropping the line, "Handsome guy vs. handsome guy, why are you meddling? Today, I must show that kid who the true basketball prince of Beijing is."

Mao Yi was speechless, but to appease Qu Yang’s so-called male pride, he compromised.

"Zhou Ziang," the man of Qu Yang’s disdain, said calmly.

Listening to his tone, Qu Yang became even more upset. It’s just unfair, you could accept that someone’s face is better-looking, after all, he has a beautiful mom. But also having a louder voice with a hint of magnetism than his was too much to bear.

The three had exchanged greetings. Seeing that both teams were getting along fine, Fang De suggested having lunch together, offering to treat.

"We still have time, and there’s a good stir-fry restaurant not far from here, the servings are substantial, too wasteful for three, I’ve got a car, let’s go eat together, six people at a table, perfect."

Fang De was a man of taste. Before going abroad, he took a cooking course to solve the food issue, he wasn’t interested in dining at the restaurants around Xiu Shui Square.

Mao Yi also cared about food. Thinking it over, since there was spare time and the other party agreed to treat, having a meal together didn’t seem like a big deal.