C4 You Have Sinned at Such a Young Age!

The feeling was like being clamped by red-hot tongs, a sour thrill that only I could truly understand.

"Are you here to provoke me? Or are you looking for a fight?"

Qin Fann's face was etched with a mocking smile, maintaining his posture as he looked up at Wang Dongchen.

Caught off guard, Wang Dongchen trembled, managing to squeeze out a smile uglier than crying, and eked out a few words, "No, we... we got the wrong person, sorry."

Wang Dongchen's entourage was in shock, their jaws dropping in disbelief. The sports director they knew was both strong and short-tempered, a man of pride and fury who had come to settle a score with Qin Fann.

The abrupt change of heart was too much for them to take in at once.

"This time, I'll let it slide. Next time, keep your eyes peeled. It's tragic to be blind at such a young age," Qin Fann responded nonchalantly, finally letting go. He took out a tissue from his pocket and started wiping his hands as he walked to the classroom.

"Damn it," the crew-cut guy muttered under his breath, his eyes flashing with anger, but Wang Dongchen stopped him every time he tried to lunge forward.

"There will be other opportunities to deal with him," Wang Dongchen reassured him.

"Boss, what just happened? How could Wang Dongchen let us off so easily?"

Still confused when he returned to his seat, Zhang Heng couldn't grasp the situation.

"Who knows? Maybe they really did mistake us for someone else."

"That's the only explanation," Zhang Heng concluded, still puzzled. He patted Qin Fann on the shoulder, his face beaming with excitement, "You were so composed just now. I would have been a nervous wreck. Have you ever been an extra in Hengdian? You've earned my respect."

The day passed in a flurry of playful scuffles, with Situ Feiyang casting inexplicable glances at Qin Fann from time to time, his eyes filled with confusion.

During the afternoon PE class, after changing into their sports gear, the two found the field teeming with students from various classes, engaging in activities. Among them were girls in colorful athletic outfits, their ponytails or long hair cascading over their shoulders, their long legs and slender waists creating a striking scene.

Qin Fann lay on the grass, taking in the view, when Zhang Heng unceremoniously pulled him to his feet. Zhang was the quintessential sleazy, greasy nerd who, instead of enjoying the scenery, was clearly more excited about some upcoming event.

"Wang Dongchen is about to have a one-on-one basketball showdown with someone. Looks like the challenger is a freshman. This is going to be good," Zhang Heng said, his voice tinged with anticipation.

Qin Fann smirked inwardly. If he hadn't shown restraint earlier, Wang Dongchen's hand might have been seriously injured. He wasn't interested in watching such a mundane competition, but Zhang Heng's excitement made it difficult for him to refuse.

"Wang Dongchen is not only the head of our sports department, but he's also the main power forward on the school team. His smooth dribbling, sharp shooting, impeccable anticipation, and exceptional physical fitness make him a formidable opponent. Who would be bold enough to challenge him one-on-one?"

"I've heard about it. This new guy also has a thing for Tang Bao'er, which has sparked jealousy between them."

"The newcomer is Wu Zun, a former kingpin at Jiujiang No. 1 High School and a multiple-time basketball champion. This is going to be quite the spectacle."

Qin Fann was speechless. He hadn't realized that the little temptress had so many admirers. Perhaps everyone had a masochistic streak? The old saying that human nature is inherently base seemed to hold true.

The two competitors stood face to face, motionless, their eyes locked in a fierce clash filled with animosity.

Wang Dongchen, whom Qin had encountered earlier, was facing a young man about 1.78 meters tall, with a strong, athletic build and a ruggedly handsome appearance. He clearly had the makings of a sportsman, but next to Wang Dongchen, he seemed somewhat leaner and less imposing. Everyone believed his defeat was inevitable.

Tang Bao'er stood on the sidelines, winking incessantly at Qin Fann. If her best friend hadn't been holding her back, she would have already rushed over to him.

"Feiyang, who do you think will win?" Lu Qianxue inquired, standing beside Situ Feiyang. He exuded a sun-kissed charm, while she was tall and striking—a heavenly pair that drew envious glances from onlookers.

Situ Feiyang maintained his cool demeanor, saying, "It's hard to say who will come out on top, but Dongchen has been on my team for quite some time. His strength is formidable, so he's likely to have a good shot at winning."

"I heard the whole contest is about Tang Bao'er. It should be quite the show."

Lu Qianxue's coy smile and sneaky peeks at Situ Feiyang were subtle, yet noticeable as they navigated the crowd, which parted for them like the Red Sea.

"Check it out, our class beauty Lu Qianxue is here, and the school's belle, Xiao Wanqing, has just arrived. Plus, Mu Qianqian is here to lend her support. Oh man, I'm about to pass out. Am I dreaming? Someone wake me up!"

"Snap!"

Following a loud slap, Zhang Heng's cheek proudly displayed the sought-after handprint. In a fury, Qin Fann quickly redirected his gaze to the stage where the beauties were assembled—a spectacle too rare to miss.

Xiao Wanqing rocked a chic, shoulder-length bob with a denim sporty ensemble that showcased her impressive physique, especially her long, athletic legs that could captivate for years.

Mu Qianqian portrayed the epitome of grace in her pristine white dress, with her hair gracefully draped over her shoulders. Her delicate figure and soft smile were like that of a blooming snow lotus, pure and flawless, melting the hearts of all who saw her.

The competition was heating up, with both players demonstrating remarkable agility and leaping prowess. The intense exchange had the crowd roaring with excitement as each scored three goals, igniting a passionate frenzy with relentless cheers.

"It's pointless," Qin Fann said, shaking his head lightly before disappearing into the crowd.

"Hey man, it's just getting started," Zhang Heng called out, grabbing his arm in confusion.

"There's nothing worth watching; Wang Dongchen is no match," Qin Fann replied, leaving Zhang Heng puzzled.

"But it's a tie. I'm still rooting for Wang Dongchen," Zhang Heng insisted.

"The wisdom of mortals," Qin Fann smirked, "the outcome will be clear within three minutes."

"What nonsense are you spouting? You ignorant kid, if we weren't at school, you'd be done for," a cold voice interjected. Situ Feiyang had overheard their conversation and could no longer contain his anger, while Lu Qianxue stood by his side, her gaze filled with contempt.

"Time will tell. Care to make a bet?" Qin Fann challenged, unfazed. Situ Feiyang had targeted him one too many times, and it was time for some payback.

"What are you on about? What bet?" Situ Feiyang snapped back, his teeth clenched in anger.

"If Wang Dongchen wins, I'll crawl around the track ten times and say 'I am a pig' a thousand times. If he loses, you do the same. Do you dare?" Qin Fann proposed, locking eyes with Situ Feiyang, who felt unnerved by the challenge but refused to back down in front of what he considered mere ants, especially with Wang Dongchen's prowess to back him up.

Qin Fann's moment of truth was approaching. Would this son-in-law from the Tang family of Zhonghai still have the gall to stick around after such a spectacle?

As if on cue, the game took a dramatic turn. Wu Zun, previously on par with Wang Dongchen, suddenly surged with speed and strength, dominating the court like a war deity. In a breathtaking three-minute blitz, he scored fifteen goals, trouncing Wang Dongchen with a decisive eighteen to three victory.

The silence was deafening; everyone was at a loss for words, clearly stunned by Wu Zun's unexpected move. Lu Qianxue's mouth hung open so wide it looked as though it could accommodate an entire egg. Situ Feiyang's expression was contorted with disgust, as if he had ingested something foul, his attempts to speak falling short as no words came out.

Amidst the shock, only Qin Fann stood undisturbed, his composure unshaken as though he had anticipated this all along.