Chapter 252: Older Brother Shows You A Treasure
Just past four o’clock in the morning, when the night was at its deepest.
In the apartment, besides the warm orange floor lamp next to the living room sofa, the television screen was also on.
Wang Heng and Pei Ningle sat side by side on the sofa, watching the green field on the television. The competition had already started, and the cheers from the fans on site were certainly not to be underestimated, but Wang Heng had turned down the television volume to avoid disturbing the three girls sleeping upstairs.
“Is the Baxi Team very strong?” After watching for a few minutes, Pei Ningle suddenly asked.
Wang Heng nodded: “That’s right, quite strong.”
Pei Ningle: “But I feel like both sides seem evenly matched…”
“You’re not wrong, the Kolodi Team is also very strong, they have the main midfield players from Real Madrid and Barca.”
Just as he finished speaking, Wang Heng suddenly noticed something off. In his memory, Rakitic of the Kolodi Team was at Barca. The problem was, at this point in time, had Rakitic gone to Barca yet?
Wang Heng quietly pulled out his mobile phone to check, and sure enough, Rakitic was currently caught up in transfer rumors and was still a player for Sevilla Club at this time. Luckily, Pei Ningle knew nothing about these things in the football world, so at least this time there was no need to worry about giving himself away.
Just as Wang Heng was secretly relieved and admonishing himself to be cautious in speech and action from now on, a sudden change occurred on the green field. The Kolodi Team launched an offensive, with a cross from the wing, and Baxi Team’s defender panicked and sent the ball into the goal.
“Goal! It’s Marcelo’s own goal!”
Hearing the commentator’s suddenly high-pitched voice, Pei Ningle was somewhat puzzled.
The young girl nudged the arm of the person next to her and asked: “If it goes in off yourself, does that count?”
Wang Heng nodded: “Of course, it doesn’t violate the rules.”
Pei Ningle: “Didn’t you say the Baxi Team was very strong? Why did they let the other side score?”
Wang Heng: “The charm of football lies in uncertainty. Before the competition, no one knows what the result will be, and the weaker side might also take the lead, or even win the match.”
“Even the weaker one might win…” Pei Ningle murmured, turning her head to look upstairs. Han Yixuan, Ye Xun, and Lu Qi were still sleeping there.
In terms of force, Ye Xun was undoubtedly the strongest; in terms of scheming, Han Yixuan and Lu Qi were clearly stronger. But the weaker side wasn’t without a winning chance either—good luck!
Pei Ningle thought to herself, then sneaked another glance at Wang Heng’s profile.
At this moment, Wang Heng was staring at the television screen, seemingly focused on enjoying the match.
In the slightly dim room, the light from the television screen and the floor lamp crisscrossed on his face, making it look exceptionally handsome and three-dimensional. Especially the cold and ruthless look when he was focused on the match with no expression, it made Pei Ningle stare blankly.
What the young girl saw in her eyes was not just the current Wang Heng, but also the smiling face that had reached out to help her in her most difficult time. The warmth in her memory overlaid on his current stern face made it especially attractive.
Pei Ningle quietly scooted toward him a little, then a bit more, until their arms were almost touching, then she slightly turned her body, held her breath, and leaned closer and closer…
Wang Heng kept watching the television, eyes straight ahead, but his heart was starting to panic a little.
He could see the young girl’s movements out of the corner of his eye; the problem was, how should he respond? Pushing her away directly wouldn’t be reasonable for a 19-year-old boy, and refusing too bluntly was an even more forbidden option.
Just then, the Baxi Team on the television launched a new round of offensive, with Neymar breaking through on the wing and crossing, only to be blocked, and then Oscar unleashed a powerful shot from outside the penalty area.
Wang Heng suddenly jerked forward and waved his arm: “Good shot… ah, what a pity.”
The Kolodi Team’s goalkeeper had saved the Baxi Team’s shot.
After a second, Wang Heng turned his head to look at Pei Ningle as if he had just noticed something.
The young girl had already shrunk back to her original position, hands placed on her legs like an elementary school student, her little face flushed red.
Just now, she had almost kissed Wang Heng’s face, but no problem, although she didn’t touch his cheek in the end, she at least kissed… his ear.
Not a loss, not a loss—kissing it meant no loss.
Wang Heng seemed completely unaware, still staring at the television watching the match, and inwardly he was also secretly relieved. He had no idea what Pei Ningle’s move just now was meant to do. If it had been his face, that would be okay, but if it had touched his mouth, that would be big trouble. And by suddenly jerking like that, although it still touched, it was a less important spot than the face, so the meaning was much diluted.
After kissing once, Pei Ningle obviously settled down a lot, no longer trying to sneak attack, just sneaking glances at him from time to time…
Suddenly, the commentator’s voice on the television rose again: “Neymar, left-footed shot, beautiful! The ball bounced off the inside of the post into the net—a low-driven shot to the theoretical dead corner!”
Pei Ningle couldn’t help but be startled: “Another goal?”
Wang Heng smiled faintly: “Yes, Baxi has equalized.”
Equalizing was just right—he had bet on Baxi to win this match, and it couldn’t afford to lose.
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When the halftime whistle blew, Pei Ningle couldn’t help but yawn.
Wang Heng glanced at her and said: “If you’re sleepy, you can go upstairs and sleep for a bit.”
The young girl shook her head: “It’s fine, I’m not sleepy.”
Of course, what she really wanted to say was that if she were really sleepy, she’d prefer to sleep right here on this sofa rather than going back to a bed with only other girls.
Suddenly, Pei Ningle noticed Wang Heng’s schoolbag next to him, and her curiosity welled up again—a few hours ago when Wang Heng had just arrived, she had seen him carrying the schoolbag, and it looked heavy, which had made the young girl curious. Now, she couldn’t help but ask:
“What’s in your bag?”
No sooner had she spoken than she saw a smile with a hint of mystery on Wang Heng’s face: “Want to know? Brother will show you a treasure.”
Pei Ningle blinked: “Sure, brother, show me.”
Wang Heng unzipped the schoolbag and took out a hamster cage.
“Ah, it’s him!” The young girl looked surprised.
Back when she first met Wang Heng, it was because of this little gray hamster. During the most despairing time of being kidnapped, besides Wang Heng, this little thing was the only one. Later, when she was most confused, it was this hamster that came to tip her off, and that’s how she learned of Han Yixuan’s existence—of course, Pei Ningle still couldn’t help but doubt this point, suspecting if her memory had briefly glitched.
But no matter what, in her mind, this hamster was quite unusual.
Wang Heng opened the cage door and let the hamster crawl out.
Pei Ningle held out both hands, and then the little hamster obediently crawled onto her palm, curling up like it was meditating quietly.
“So fluffy, a bit ticklish…” the young girl said with a laugh.
Wang Heng silently stared at the hamster, trying to spot some different emotion in its performance. But no matter how he looked at it now, it was just a well-behaved little pet.
Seeing nothing unusual in the interaction between the hamster and the girl, Wang Heng thought this little probe had probably failed.
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