If You Don't Go To Hell, Who Will? Chapter 1 Part1

Basketball in hand, I looked up at the hoop indignantly. There it stood, proud and aloof. It was clearly stationary, and yet, it was harder to hit than a moving target. I already made ten shots, nine of which were air b.a.l.l.s. The other hit the backboard, but after bouncing off, it just hit me on the head…

I guess a basketball is a pretty good weapon to torture yourself with. I'm not one to torture myself, but thinking about the couple hundred yuan reward, I decided to bear it.

The school's basketball club was holding a hoop-shooting compet.i.tion in a week. They were forming a female team, and first place wins 500 yuan. I'm someone who loves money but has no money. Like a banana tree in the desert needs water, I need money. So for that large sum of money, I gladly signed up.

But now, as I looked toward that grand basketball hoop, I couldn't help feeling discouraged.

Suddenly, a basketball flew past the three-point line, headed straight for the hoop, as if it had a navigator installed in it.

Swish!

Astonished, I turned around to see which pa.s.sing G.o.d came to shame me. But when I saw who it was, my face turned red, my heart thumped, and my adrenaline rushed…

My body reacted the way any infatuated girl's would.

Because right in front of me, there was Lu Zijian.

Who's Lu Zijian, you ask? He's the basketball team captain from the School of Chemistry. Tall and handsome, refined and courteous. He's also on the Student Council. Last year, he won the Top Excellence school scholarship… In any case, Lu Zijian was a person to be infatuated over.

So my reaction was totally normal.

Then I saw the person behind Lu Zijian—Zhong Yuan. And I glared at him.

I hated Zhong Yuan. So very much.

There was an increasing number of people coming onto the court, and it was clear there wasn't enough s.p.a.ce. Everyone tried to cooperate and share the s.p.a.ce, whether they knew each other or not. After all, it wasn't out of the ordinary for several groups to use the court at the same time. Right now, I was lucky enough to be on the court with Lu Zijian. Unfortunately, Zhong Yuan was also there.

I glared at Zhong Yuan's back, silently telling myself, "Ignite, my little world!"

Then I threw my basketball at him.

Zhong Yuan grabbed the back of his head and turned around. He looked at me, his brows furrowed. I held my hands out in a helpless gesture. With a smile, I excused myself, "Sorry, slipped out of my hand."

And then I picked up the ball and acted like I was about to practice shooting some more. My world started to burn again.

I realized that my skills weren't really that bad. Although I wasn't great at getting the ball in the hoop, I was quite accurate at hitting Zhong Yuan.

And so, Zhong Yuan's white jersey soon became a patterned jersey.

Lu Zijian, who'd been focused on practicing, suddenly noticed, and he asked Zhong Yuan curiously, "Zhong Yuan, aren't you usually a neat freak? Why are your clothes so dirty?"

Zhong Yuan didn't reply, but instead glanced over at me with a not-quite-smiling expression.

I avoided his gaze guiltily and turned to Lu Zijian. With a big smile, I said, "Senior Lu, h.e.l.lo! I'm Mu Er from the School of Chemistry."

Lu Zijian chuckled and replied, "h.e.l.lo. You're a first year, aren't you?"

I nodded as I looked at him with bright eyes.

Lu Zijian looked a bit embarra.s.sed by how I was staring at him. He laughed again, and then suddenly, he said, "Your… hairstyle isn't bad. It's got character, haha…"

I touched the newly shaved head I got just a few days ago, and sorrow surged inside me.

Being bald isn't my fault.

A long, long time ago… Like, two weeks ago, I still had a lovely, elegant head of hair. But who would have thought that a single bet would suddenly and quietly change its fate?

The university's basketball tournament was in full swing. Though I don't have much interest in basketball, I am interested in handsome guys, especially when they're as handsome as Lu Zijian. Tall, shining, cool, gentle, but then also a bit honest and bashful… Anyway, I like everything about him, including his wheat-colored skin. I like a guy to be a little tan because it's more manly. If all the boys were as pale as Zhong Yuan, we'd have to give a moment of silence.

Back to the basketball compet.i.tion—the School of Chemistry headed into the finals under Lu Zijian's leadership. And they were poised to go up against Zhong Yuan's School of Business Management.

All of the fangirls at school basically split into two camps. There were those who supported the chemistry school, who were mostly fans of Lu Zijian. And then there were those who supported the business school and Zhong Yuan.

Zhong Yuan was someone who really liked being mysterious. He didn't even go onto the court during the group matches. And even during the elimination matches, he only showed up for the last two minutes of the quarterfinals to guarantee their position.

A lot of people praised Zhong Yuan as being brilliant, going so far as calling him the reincarnation of Kobe Bryant. (sigh, Kobe's not dead yet…) But I don't agree with them. Lu Zijian's the best player. Lu Zijian has no weaknesses. Lu Zijian… will win!

In the chemistry school, there existed a small group who were Zhong fanatics. And the three members that made up their backbone were my three roommates: Boss, Old Second, and Old Fourth. Those few days, we argued a lot over Lu Zijian. In the end, I pointed to my long hair, and in a show of devotion, swore, "If the business school wins, I'll shave off all my hair!"

And then I really ended up shaving my hair off…

It was very lively the day of the finals. Squished into the crowd, I shouted along, "Lu Zijian, fighting!" until my voice went hoa.r.s.e. There was a minute left in the game, with the chemistry school in the lead by five points. Fists in the air, I could see that the business school was out of momentum.

And then they asked for a player change, and Zhong Yuan came onto the court.

He made three three-point shots.

That's right, three of them. Three-pointers. In the last minute of the game.

I have ample reason to believe that Zhong Yuan was possessed…

In any case, the winner was decided. The management school won. The mighty Lu Zijian was defeated by a possessed Zhong Yuan.

The next day, with three girls glaring me down, I went to the salon to get my hair shaved. After the hairdresser heard my request, she looked me straight in the eyes.

That's what happened. Because of Zhong Yuan, my idol lost the championship. And because of Zhong Yuan, I ended up bald.

Do you think it's possible for me not to hate him?
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