Her words were soft, yet they sent a chill through Su Minghua.
This meant that if he continued to push, she might say something.
Su Minghua had never imagined being threatened by Su Yue. The obedient girl who had grown up by his side, the little girl who always smiled sweetly and spoke gently, now stood before him, somewhat cold, and uttered a simple sentence that sent him into a state of dread.
He didn't realize that Su Yue, at this moment, was no different from him in her methods.
Su Yue caught the fleeting unease on his face and grew a little bolder.
She took a step back, smiled at him, and said, "Dad, I have a competition tomorrow, so I'm going back to rest. Bye-bye."
She even waved her hand deliberately and, without waiting for his reply, turned and disappeared into the dormitory.
Back in her dorm, she hid in the bathroom to calm her emotions. Only then did she realize her hands were covered in sweat. But it didn't matter. Su Minghua was genuinely afraid of Chen Ziming! She was saved… She had to find a way to make Chen Ziming interested in her again, until Su Minghua completely lost interest in her.
Su Yue looked in the mirror. The girl in the mirror was beautiful, and the light of hope burned in her eyes. If she could establish a connection with Chen Ziming, she would have a way out.
Tomorrow, after the competition, she would find Chen Cheng and ask him properly about Chen Ziming. She would also go to the Yuluo Street Police Station to inquire about when he would return.
Then, she would start her plan.
There was a knock on the door, startling her. She quickly replied, "I'm here."
"We know you're here. You didn't bring your phone. Niannian called and asked us to come down later. She wants to cheer you up!" Zhang Feiran's lively voice rang out.
Su Yue agreed, adjusted her hair in the mirror, and went out.
That evening, Li Niannian and Su Yue's roommates gathered at the second canteen below their dormitory building to eat.
Su Yue was no longer dwelling on Su Minghua and Chen Ziming. At this moment, she needed to prioritize. Winning the tennis match could earn her extra credits, which would be advantageous whether she wanted to pursue postgraduate studies or apply for an exchange program abroad.
She had hundreds of thousands of followers on social media and decided to seize this opportunity to advertise a beverage brand. During her morning training, she had Song Yan take a set of personal photos for her, some of which featured her holding the drink.
She showed them the photos she posted.
"Tsk, it's always good to have a younger guy," Li Niannian sighed.
Qin Xiaoxiao laughed. Li Niannian asked her, "What are you laughing at? Don't you admit it? Oh, right, Nan Xiangyu is also a good photographer. My bad, I should say it's always good to have guys from the media department."
Qin Xiaoxiao nudged Su Yue. She was a somewhat shy girl. Su Yue nudged Li Niannian, "Don't tease our Xiaoxiao. Nan Xiangyu is a doting husband."
Zhang Feiran burst into laughter. Being the most carefree, Li Niannian snatched Su Yue's phone and sent herself the original photos, saying, "Hey, Song Yan and Ranran make a good pair. Introduce her to him."
Everyone ganged up on Li Niannian.
Li Niannian chose a picture of Su Yue not holding the drink and posted it on her Moments with the caption: "Hoping my miracle girl wins tomorrow~"
The next day, Su Yue arrived at the venue. There were eight pairs in the doubles competition, using a best-of-three sets format. Su Yue and Song Yan were scheduled to play in the afternoon against two players from the broadcasting department.
She wore the school's uniform tennis attire: a white tank top and shorts, her hair tied in a high ponytail. The fitted clothes accentuated her good figure, giving her an extraordinary aura.
Her appearance caused a minor stir. Many boys in the stands were there to see her. Who cared about how the tennis was played? A beautiful woman was far more pleasing to the eye.
But Su Yue was unfazed. At this moment, her mind was solely focused on the competition.
Usually, she was more gentle, playful, and occasionally aloof. But on the tennis court, she was utterly ruthless.
From the moment she stepped onto the court, her face was filled only with seriousness and indifference. It was her and Song Yan's turn to serve. Song Yan asked her, "Sister, do you serve or do I?"
"You do it," she said, holding her racket.