I Want a Championship for the Two of Us

The ultimate big boss finally revealed his true face at this moment.

Just kidding.

Lin Mo turned his head to glance at Qin Ran but didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked over to Huang X Lin’s side and straightened his disheveled clothes.

Then, like a true villain, he spoke.

"Go on. I’d like to hear what kind of background your class monitor has that makes him so impressive—stronger than mine, even."

Lin Mo’s tone was calm, yet the sheer dominance in his voice sent a ripple of tension through the surrounding crowd.

"Lin Mo, are you threatening my classmate?"

Qin Ran forced a smile, his eyes cold as he stared at Lin Mo.

But Lin Mo didn’t take the bait. Instead, he shifted his gaze to the others.

Fang Jun immediately caught the hint.

"Let’s go see who wins the men’s singles championship. It definitely won’t be Huang X Lin—he’s already been defeated."

"Yeah, what a dishonest guy."

One by one, the crowd dispersed.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo walked up to Qin Ran and placed a spiritual mark on him.

He also casually plucked a strand of hair from Qin Ran’s clothes.

Qin Ran remained completely unaware of all this.

In the end, he could only watch as Lin Mo and the others walked away.

As for reporting this to a teacher? That would be even more pointless. Lin Mo was the second-ranked student in the entire school, and in this situation, Qin Ran’s side was clearly in the wrong.

But Qin Ran simply couldn’t stand Lin Mo’s arrogance. It had only been two months since the school year started, yet Lin Mo had already made a name for himself—everyone in their grade knew him.

Yes, sometimes hatred could stem from nothing more than pure jealousy.

So Qin Ran hated Lin Mo simply because Lin Mo stole the spotlight, attracting too much attention and praise.

Just then, Xu Sheng, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, found Lin Mo.

"Lin Mo! Jiang Yunlu sprained her ankle!"

Lin Mo frowned. In his past life, this had never happened to her.

"Let’s see what’s going on."

Lin Mo strode toward the crowd. Xu Sheng pushed through the gathering while shouting, "Make way! Lin Mo’s here!"

The students from Class Eight who had been crowding around immediately stepped aside.

Lin Mo approached. "How did you sprain your ankle out of nowhere?"

Wang Qin, standing nearby, glared fiercely at Wang Senling in the distance.

Wang Senling, however, lifted her chin defiantly. "Don’t blame me. I got bumped too."

Jiang Yunlu also glanced at Wang Senling but ultimately said to Wang Qin, "Forget it. It’s fine."

"What do you mean ‘fine’? You’re supposed to play mixed doubles with Lin Mo later. How are you going to compete with your ankle like this?"

"We can just withdraw from the match."

Wang Qin then turned her furious gaze back to Wang Senling. "You knew you couldn’t beat Jiang Yunlu, so you knocked her down on purpose. Now she has to withdraw from mixed doubles. How despicable."

The moment these words were spoken, many eyes turned toward Wang Senling.

Feeling the weight of their stares, Wang Senling instinctively took a step back.

"What does this have to do with me? We collided by accident. It wasn’t intentional."

Lin Mo studied Wang Senling and could immediately tell she was lying.

Still, this was likely a spur-of-the-moment decision—probably just an attempt to humble Jiang Yunlu.

But no one expected Jiang Yunlu to actually sprain her ankle.

At that moment, Ma Li stepped forward. "Lin Mo, why don’t you use that technique you used on me before? Give Jiang Yunlu’s ankle a massage?"

Without hesitation, Lin Mo walked over and scooped Jiang Yunlu up in his arms.

Jiang Yunlu let out a startled gasp before she could even react.

"Lin Mo!"

Before she could finish, Lin Mo cut her off.

"The infirmary’s still open. Let’s get your injury treated first."

With that, he carried her toward the school infirmary.

Every student in the badminton hall couldn’t help but stare at Lin Mo.

Many began discussing how difficult it must be to carry someone in a princess hold.

The students from Class Eight quickly followed.

If the mixed doubles match was canceled, there was no point in sticking around for the rest of the tournament.

The infirmary at Guangba Middle School was located on the first floor.

As Lin Mo carried Jiang Yunlu, her arms naturally looped around his neck.

"So, that girl bumped into you on purpose?"

Lin Mo asked directly as they walked.

"Yeah. I was on my way to find you when she crashed into me and tripped me."

"And you didn’t even yell at her?" Lin Mo couldn’t understand.

"What’s the point? She wouldn’t feel guilty even if I did. Instead, everyone in Class Eight would get worked up, and if they did something reckless, it’d end up being my fault."

From this alone, it was clear that Jiang Yunlu was far more level-headed than most, always considering the bigger picture.

Still, Jiang Yunlu couldn’t help but sigh.

"It’s a shame, though. With my ankle like this, I won’t be able to play mixed doubles with you. I really wanted to win that championship together."

"One championship isn’t enough? You want two?" Lin Mo kept his pace steady, aware of the many eyes on them.

Given that it was the school sports meet, injuries weren’t uncommon—but most students were carried piggyback. A princess hold was a rare sight.

"One championship is just for me. But I wanted one for both of us."

Jiang Yunlu tilted her head up, taking in the sharp line of Lin Mo’s jaw and the curve of his Adam’s apple.

Without thinking, she reached out and touched his throat.

"Hey!" Lin Mo scolded.

Jiang Yunlu’s face instantly flushed red, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

Turning a corner, Lin Mo entered the infirmary.

The school doctor was sitting at his computer and looked up when a boy walked in carrying a girl.

Seeing the girl’s bright red cheeks, he immediately understood the situation.

Still, carrying someone like that required considerable strength.

"What happened?" The doctor gestured toward the bed, signaling Lin Mo to set her down.

"Sprained ankle. Do you have ethyl chloride spray, sir?"

Hearing this, the doctor, who had just stood up, sat back down.

"Yep, right here on the table. These past few days, ankle sprains have been the most common injury during the sports meet. You kids really need to be more careful."

Lin Mo knelt down and carefully removed Jiang Yunlu’s shoe and sock, revealing a slightly swollen foot.

The injury was no less severe than Ma Li’s had been.

Lin Mo picked up the ethyl chloride spray, gave it a light shake, and then applied it to Jiang Yunlu’s ankle.

"Ah!" Jiang Yunlu instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but Lin Mo held it firmly.

"Don’t move. It’ll feel better soon."

Ethyl chloride acted as a cooling agent—perfect for reducing swelling and numbing pain after a sprain.

Once the spray had taken effect, Lin Mo began massaging her ankle.

Normally, massaging a fresh sprain wasn’t advisable, but Lin Mo was different. His touch was nothing short of miraculous.

Jiang Yunlu turned her head away, her face burning as she felt Lin Mo’s hands working on her foot.

A tingling sensation traveled up from her ankle, spreading through her body and making her heart race.