Chapter 12 Help Me Put It On

“When did Niansheng meet Shen Shao?”
Zhao Menghan was astonished; Xu Yue shook her head blankly.
“No idea.”
But somehow…
She and Shen Shao looked surprisingly good together!
Both were top-tier, with noble, rich-toned looks. Just standing side by side, their auras matched perfectly, stirring endless daydreams.
“Want me to dance for you?”
Su Niansheng put away the banner, ready to move. But before her graceful curves could sway, Shen Junxi stopped her.
“No need.”
He was afraid—after watching, he wouldn’t be able to focus on the match.
“The match is starting. What score do you want?”
“Such arrogance?” Su Niansheng smirked, glancing at the Finance team. “Just shut them out 0-0.”
“Our campus belle’s so sassy!”
The goalkeeper, grinning widely, ran over—only to be pushed back by Shen Junxi.
“Guaranteed to finish the task.”
Lin Yixuan’s smug look infuriated her even more.
Shiyu Bai stared at the soccer ball under his feet, his gaze shifting.
“Beep——”
With the referee’s whistle, the match began.
Everyone expected a relaxed, friendly campus game—but something felt off…
On the field, tensions ran high. Everyone pushed themselves, especially the two No. 10s—campus heartthrobs Shen Junxi and Shiyu Bai. These two “kings” should’ve avoided each other, yet they clashed fiercely, thick with unspoken rivalry. The match became thrilling!
Shen Junxi dribbled into the opponent’s box first. Shiyu Bai dropped deep to defend, throwing his whole body into blocking. But Shen Junxi lightly flicked the ball with his heel, a beautiful rainbow flick past him, then a precise shot from a tight angle.
1:0!
“Ahhh!”
“Shen Shao! Shen Shao! Shen Shao!”
“Infinite charm, you’re the best—Shen Shao is the real MVP!”
The audience roared, chanting Su Niansheng’s slogan.
Shen Junxi saluted the clapping girl in the crowd with a “salute to the princess” gesture, making a horde of girls swoon.
“He’s so handsome wuwuwu…”
Su Niansheng smiled too.
Such a show-off!
“Captain, sorry, I lost my position.”
A defender shuffled over to apologize to Shiyu Bai. The usually calm, magnanimous captain ignored him for the first time.
Ten minutes in, International Trade attacked again.
Shen Junxi dribbled from midfield to the opponent’s half, on the verge of a solo run. Shiyu Bai slid in fiercely from the side, trying to steal—only for Shen Junxi to deftly spin around, fool the defender, and curl a shot into the far corner.
2:0!
The audience erupted again. As Shen Junxi brushed past Shiyu Bai, he smirked, “Getting past you is like crossing an empty morning street.”
Shiyu Bai’s face tightened, ugly with rage.
Next, his play turned reckless, full of rough tackles—earning a yellow card from the referee.
But it did nothing to turn the tide.
3: 0!
4: 0!
5: 0!
International Trade steamrolled; Finance crumbled.
“Shen Shao is so handsome ahhh!”
“No wonder he’s the famous Qingjin Soccer King—beating Finance’s players like they’re kids!”
“How can someone be this handsome and this good? Unreal! Life goal +1: Kiss Shen Junxi!”
Zhao Menghan and Xu Yue were just watching the fun, but then felt something was wrong.
“Yueyue, don’t you think the vibe between Shen Junxi and Shiyu Bai is weird?”
“Weird? They’re practically at each other’s throats, about to fight!”
“Yeah, they’ve got no history, it’s just a friendly match—why fight so hard?”
Xu Yue was stunned, a thought flashing. “Could it be…because of Niansheng?”
“How could that be!”
Even whispering, Lin Yixuan heard and snapped.
“How long have she and Shen Shao known each other? Why would Shen Shao target Shiyu Bai for her? Shiyu Bai definitely just wants to win.”
Fair point.
Zhao Menghan and Xu Yue thought about it, nodding.
Niansheng must’ve just met Shen Shao—otherwise she’d have told them. As for Shiyu Bai, he’d be lucky if he didn’t hate her.
So why?
Lin Yixuan watched the game tensely.
Even though she was happy every time Shen Shao scored, her heart racing—this was getting too ugly!
After all, she led Finance’s cheer squad.
“Damn, that shot was so handsome!”
“Worldie ahhh, I recorded it!”
“Beep——”
In the 94th minute, the final whistle blew. Shen Junxi’s stunning world-class goal sealed a 7-0 win for International Trade over Finance!
After the match, all players and spectators rushed to the field, praising and congratulating Shen Junxi—including Lin Yixuan. But the center of attention, ignoring everyone, took the shining gold medal, pushed through the crowd, and walked straight to Su Niansheng.
“Help me put it on.”
The scorching sun lit his slightly messy short hair with a golden glow, his sharp features etched deeply.
Head bowed, he looked at her like an obedient, fluffy big dog, asking his owner for a reward. His dark eyes brimmed with deep, turbulent affection—like a bottomless lake, threatening to drown her.
Duan Chengyu felt goosebumps.
Junxi—he’d fallen for the campus belle in less than three rounds!
Before, he thought no woman could tame Junxi. Now, Junxi was the first to cave!
“Okay.”
Su Niansheng took the medal and put it on him.
Unexpectedly, right after, he pulled her forcefully into his arms, hugging tight.
“Hmm~”
“Shen Junxi?”
“Whoa!!!”
Their intimate embrace on the grass triggered cheers and photos. Lin Yixuan watched, jealousy making her grind her teeth.
Victory and joy belonged to International Trade; Finance left dejected.
“Forget it, they’re just better.”
“Yeah, it’s not a close loss—no big deal.”
“So embarrassing, let’s go!”
Players left disheartened. A few defenders saw Shiyu Bai still there, his jersey torn, captain’s armband soaked—they felt guilty.
He’d given his all—attacking, passing, defending, everywhere. You could tell he really wanted to win. But the result…