Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

After returning to school, the results were already out and posted on the wall that could be seen as soon as one entered the classroom. Lian Qingyang had just arrived at the dormitory and naturally greeted Jing Chen, who was a little uncomfortable, when he was found by Ma Sixue, who had been waiting for him.

"Brother Qing! You're awesome!" Ma Sixue arrived before he even showed up. He pushed open the half-closed door and walked in excitedly. When he saw Jing Chen, he praised him, "Brother Jing is first again this time. He's handsome and good at studying. You're amazing!"

Jing Chen closed the exercises, turned around and looked at Ma Sixue, and politely praised him: "You are also very good. Congratulations on surpassing Qi Xianghe." When Qi Xianghe was divided into classes, he was second in the grade of the science class. Before the class division, he was in the same class with Ma Sixue, and Ma Sixue was always surpassed by him.

Ma Sixue gladly accepted the compliment and winked at him, "I think so too. My dad said he's content. Once a teacher, always a father. You're his son, too. The two of us took the top two spots in the grade, which is enough for him to brag about for two days."

Hearing this, Jing Chen's heart trembled inexplicably. Without replying, he turned to look at Lian Qingyang. Lian Qingyang was packing his things. When he noticed his gaze, he looked up and asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

Jing Chen shook his head. Ma Sixue leaned over and spoke to Lian Qingyang: "Brother Qing, guess what your rank is?"

"Is it the upper-middle level?" Lian Qingyang took all the things out of the suitcase, closed the suitcase and stuffed it under the cabinet, then turned to Ma Sixue and asked.

Ma Sixue thought for a moment and asked Jing Chen, "Is ranking 15th in the class and 46th in the grade considered upper-middle level?"

Jing Chen was quite satisfied with Lian Qingyang's performance. At least he had mastered most of the knowledge he had learned during this period. "Not bad, great progress." However, "If the top 45 students are 15 per experimental class, our class has less than 15."

Lian Qingyang said "Oh" and turned to go to the bathroom: "I'll take a shower first and then we'll go to the classroom."

Ma Sixue nodded nonchalantly, plopped down in Lian Qingyang's seat, and started chatting with Jing Chen: "The other two classes had less than fifteen students, even fewer than ours. I looked at the overall list, and there were several students from the regular classes who made it into the top 100. It's mainly because the questions were easy, so the scores didn't spread out that much."

Jing Chen nodded, then changed the subject as he remembered something: "Do you have a basketball game this week?"

Lian Qingyang and Ma Sixue were both on the school basketball team. Sometimes they couldn't stay in the fourth class in the afternoon and would sneak out to the gym to play for a while. They would also talk about basketball in the dormitory. However, Jing Chen never participated in this topic before, so Ma Sixue was surprised when he brought it up today.

"We're playing a friendly match against the freshmen in the gym this Sunday. Brother Jing, are you going? I'll have someone save a seat for you in the front row."

Jing Chen didn't refuse and nodded in thanks: "Thank you."

Ma Sixue waved his hand, "It's a small matter, but you probably won't have a seat if you go." Seeing Jing Chen's puzzled face, he kicked off and slid his chair over to Jing Chen's side, whispering to him, "Every time we have a game, a lot of people go just for Brother Qing. According to an older student, they used to have one side of the spectator seats for basketball games, but after Brother Qing came, they had two sides of the spectator seats."

Jing Chen understood. He had gone to watch Lian Qingyang play basketball before, but he didn't go to the audience. He stood in the corner and focused all his attention on one person, so he didn't pay any attention to the cheers from the audience.

At this moment, Lian Qingyang came out of the bathroom, his hair wet, water dripping down his cheeks and onto his clothes. He wiped his hair with a towel and walked over to the two of them, looking at them chatting happily. "What are you two talking about?"

Ma Sixue looked up at Lian Qingyang, who had just emerged from the bath. He was stunned for a moment before jokingly saying, "Let's talk about this week's basketball game. Brother Qing, you look like you'll charm the crowd again."

"I'm going there to play basketball, not to participate in a beauty pageant." Lian Qingyang rolled his eyes at him and walked to the balcony to put the towel on the clothes hanger and hang it on the clothesline.

Ma Sixue turned and said to the balcony, "Hey, you're obviously both talented and good-looking. I just said it would be even more exaggerated if Brother Jing went there."

"Okay, stop flattering me," Lian Qingyang said with a smile. After hearing the second half of the sentence, he asked Jing Chen, "You want to play basketball too?"

Jing Chen had his eyes fixed on Lian Qingyang since he came out of the bathroom, but when Lian Qingyang looked over, he looked away again: "No, I'm free this Sunday, so I went to watch your game."

Lian Qingyang's surprise was beyond words: "Really? That's great, I'll ask someone to arrange a seat for you up front."

Ma Sixue laughed heartily: "We really have a tacit understanding. I just said the same thing to Brother Jing."

Jing Chen glanced at Ma Sixue after hearing this, then stood up and looked at his watch: "We should go to the classroom."

"Okay, I'll change my clothes first. You guys wait for me downstairs." Lian Qingyang nodded, took the clothes off the bed, and waited until Ma Sixue followed Jing Chen out of the dormitory before starting to change clothes.

*

For five consecutive days, Lian Qingyang and Ma Sixue would practice basketball during the afternoon self-study class, but this time they asked for leave from Lao Ma.

It was Sunday noon and the competition was to start at two in the afternoon. The three of them first had lunch together in the cafeteria. Lian Qingyang and Ma Sixue went directly to the gymnasium to digest their food and warm up. Jing Chen did not join them. He went to the library to read for an hour and a half before going to the gymnasium.

The library was a bit far from the gymnasium. It was already 1:45 when he arrived at the gymnasium. There were cheerleaders warming up the audience. Jing Chen looked straight ahead and accurately found his seat and sat down.

There were only a few people in his row, with no one sitting to the left or right. A girl in the back row boldly came over and patted the back of his chair. When he turned around with a blank expression, she whispered, "Jing Xueba! Are you here to see the God of Purity?"

When she mentioned Lian Qingyang, Jing Chen's brows furrowed unconsciously. He nodded, but before he could say anything, a piece of cloth was stuffed into his hand. He lowered his head and unfolded the item in his hand. It was printed with a sentence: "Qingshen boldly show, fiercely score three-pointers." There was also a picture of Lian Qingyang printed on the left side. He reached out and touched it. He thought it was very handsome.

The girl watched him move and chuckled, "We're from the Qingshen Basketball Fan Club. We all love his playing, so we spontaneously formed a group to cheer him on. We definitely won't bother him behind closed doors. Your position is perfect. Qingshen will definitely see the banner if you hold it up, but it's okay if you don't. We'll take it back after the game."

Jing Chen looked up: "I will, but can I keep this banner for myself?

The girl nodded vigorously, somewhat surprised: "Of course, thank you, Jing Xueba!"

After the girls left, he clearly heard the voices of several girls behind him.

"Jing Xueba accepted it? You're so bold! You actually dared to give him a banner."

"I saw that he had a good relationship with Qing Shen, so he would probably support Qing Shen. So I just let it go in the heat of the moment."

"As expected of you, the head of the group! You've done a great job this time!"

"Hehe, Jing Xueba even told me that he wanted to keep the Qingshen banner! I agreed."

"Really? They have such a good relationship! I'm so envious."

Jing Chen lowered his head and stroked the banner in his hand, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly.