Chapter 69: Could Something Have Happened to Xiao Yang?

However, Huo Shuyue reconsidered. The distance between Gu Ci and the basketball court was much farther than her own from the court. She hadn’t even been sure from her spot whether she could hit Cao Yue’s forehead so accurately, let alone Gu Ci from where she was. With that thought, Huo Shuyue realized she had been overthinking—what happened just now was nothing but an accident.

Remembering why she had come over, she hurried anxiously to Gu Ci’s side, grabbed her hand, and asked nervously, “Gu Ci, with Xiao Yang moving so vigorously, is his leg really going to be okay?”

In truth, although Huo Shuyue had seen with her own eyes Xiao Yang stand up, she was still completely in the dark as to how he’d managed it. All she saw was Gu Ci taking something silver from her box and pressing it to Xiao Yang’s leg. In the next instant, before she could even react, whatever it was had vanished, and Xiao Yang, at Gu Ci’s signal, stood up. When she’d asked Xiao Yang’s friends, they hadn’t known much more than she did.

Gu Ci’s gaze fell on Huo Shuyue’s hand, which was still gripping her own. She paused, then replied calmly as ever, “Relax. If anything goes wrong, it won’t be with him.”

Her eyes darkened slightly. If the thing she brought couldn’t even support a “disabled” person through a basketball game, then it had no reason to exist.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, hearing Gu Ci’s words truly set Huo Shuyue’s mind at ease. Realizing she was still holding Gu Ci’s hand, she snorted, hastily let go, turned her head away, and said stiffly, “This time, I’m thanking you. Consider me owing you a favor.”

Gu Ci merely replied, “Oh.”

Once again, that sharp-eyed teammate circled around behind Xiao Yang, feigned a pass, and then viciously hurled the basketball right at him.

“Xiao Yang, watch out!” Huo Shuyue instantly clutched Gu Ci’s hand again. She knew well that it was too late for Xiao Yang to react, yet she couldn’t help but instinctively call out to warn him.

What made it even more infuriating was that both Cao Yue and that teammate had chosen a cunning angle for their attack; even if Xiao Yang were hit, the referee would never call them out.

Gu Ci was silent for a moment, trying to withdraw her hand from Huo Shuyue’s grip. However…she couldn’t pull it free.

Expressionless, Gu Ci said, “You…let go of my hand.”

But Huo Shuyue, eyes glued to the court, was too nervous to hear her at all.

They saw Xiao Yang take a step back, narrowly dodging the ball that flew at him.

But at that very moment, Cao Yue and the sharp-eyed teammate attacked from both sides, once more striking viciously at Xiao Yang’s injured leg. Xiao Yang had no time to react!

Everyone who knew Xiao Yang’s leg had just been injured couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat for him.

A triumphant grin appeared on Cao Yue’s face as he kicked Xiao Yang’s leg with all his strength.

But in the next second, Cao Yue’s expression changed several times before he clutched his own foot, howling in pain.

At the same time, the sharp-eyed teammate’s knee slammed toward Xiao Yang’s leg. Immediately, his face went white and, just like Cao Yue, he let out a wail of agony!

Xiao Yang leapt back two steps and pointed at them. “Cao Yue, do you have to be so shameless? I didn’t even touch you! Even for faking injuries, you’re really pushing it!”

He then speculated, “Are you trying to get me disqualified with this stunt?”

The crowd in the stands instantly found this convincing.

Indeed, it had been obvious that Xiao Yang hadn’t touched Cao Yue or his teammate; on the contrary, it was they who had thrown themselves at Xiao Yang.

Now, seeing the two of them sprawled so dramatically on the ground, were they really trying to get him ejected like this?

Xiao Yang’s preemptive accusation left the referee, who had been about to call Xiao Yang for a foul, at a loss.

If he dared to disqualify Xiao Yang now, it would surely spark an uproar.

All he could do was ask Cao Yue and his teammate, “What’s going on with you two?”

Cao Yue, face twisted in pain, pointed to Xiao Yang’s leg. “Referee! I accuse Xiao Yang of cheating in the game!”

Everyone’s gaze immediately fixed on Cao Yue and Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang snorted disdainfully, not the least bit guilty. “I need to cheat to deal with trash like you?”

Cao Yue kept pointing at Xiao Yang’s leg. “There’s something wrong with your leg!”

Xiao Yang laughed, hands on his hips. “Didn’t you already know my leg was whacked by some mangy dog a few days ago?”

Cao Yue was furious yet at a loss for words. But he was certain—Xiao Yang’s leg was not normal!

How could a normal leg be so hard that it bounced his own kick back at him, returning all the force he’d used?

Grimacing, he hobbled over to Xiao Yang and grabbed at the flesh of his leg.

It was soft, with the normal elasticity of human muscle, nothing like the hardness from before!

Cao Yue felt as if he’d seen a ghost.

Xiao Yang, startled by having his leg grabbed by such a burly man, reflexively kicked him away! He instantly jumped back, goosebumps prickling up all over.

Now, the way he looked at Cao Yue was as though he were looking at a pervert. “What the hell, Cao Yue, are you some kind of creep? I’m warning you! Keep your hands off me!”

Even if what Cao Yue had touched was just the prosthetic Gu Ci had given him, it was equipped with a simulated touch system! That system was so damn lifelike, it almost felt like his real leg! The sensation of a man’s hand groping his leg had sent shivers all the way to his brain—he felt absolutely grossed out.

Turning to the referee, Xiao Yang added, “Referee, he tried to molest me! I was only defending myself! Don’t get it wrong!”

Cao Yue nearly coughed up blood in fury.

Him? Want to molest Xiao Yang? A big, strapping man?

But seeing the strange looks from Xiao Yang and everyone nearby, Cao Yue knew he couldn’t clear his name now, no matter how many times he explained.

Being suspected of something so disgusting, he almost fainted from rage.

Even his own lackeys were stunned to discover he might have such a hobby.

Thinking this, they hesitated, not daring to help Cao Yue up.

Furious, Cao Yue cursed, “I’m straight, not bent! What are you idiots standing around for? Help me up!”

His lackeys snapped out of it and hurriedly helped him to the back for treatment.

In the last row of the bleachers, a man half-shrouded in darkness turned the wooden beads in his hand, his calm gaze fixed on Xiao Yang.

More precisely, on Xiao Yang’s leg.

Just now, when the two others kicked at him, the man had clearly seen two flashes of silver light glint on the boy’s leg…