My Son Might Be A Villain
Chapter 82: Basketball Game (2)

Wei YiMing: At the beginning of the school year, Liu YangYang took with him a particular showy basketball to show off at the basketball court but then Su Han showed off and outshined him by a long shot. Hahahahah!

Su Han was really good at basketball but he pretty much never joined in on any of these group events. Nor did anyone dare ask him to join.

Su Han: I’ll go.

PE Committee – Liu YuBo: For real?

Su Han: Yes.

PE Committee – Liu YuBo: Awesome! I love you, Su Han!!!

PE Committee – Liu YuBo: It’s a date! 9:30 AM tomorrow morning at the west court! What number do you like? I’ll bring you a uniform.

Su Han: No. 17.

Su Han’s birthday was on the 17th.

PE Committee – Liu YuBo: Okay. Will do.

PE Committee – Liu YuBo: I felt that we have already won the game. @ Liu YangYang, will you be coming as our mascot tomorrow?

Liu YangYang: Yes, yes, yes! I’ll show you that I’m not just a pretty face.

“Su Han, what is a mascot?”

“Mascot?” Su Han stopped in the middle of flipping a page. “What’s the context?”

“Emm… like in a basketball game.”

“Oh, usually when a team is leading by a long shot and is guaranteed a victory, they’d switch out the main players and put in backups or new players.

“Why do you ask?” Su Han was baffled. He looked over at Su Ran and noticed that she wasn’t just happily typing away on the cellphone screen, she was holding onto his cellphone!

Su Han had a bad feeling.

“Are you chatting on my phone?”

“Uh huh.” Su Ran had no problem admitting to it. “They are talking about your class game tomorrow. One of your schoolmates is over in City H and can’t make it back, so I signed you up for it.”

“You!!”

“Hmm?” Su Ran had just posted a just-off-work emoji and saw her son looking at her wordlessly when she looked up.

His look was even more indescribable than when she had gifted him the problem sets.

“Ahem. I have already set the time and location in your phone. If that is unclear, you can look into your group chat.” Having said that, Su Ran pretended that nothing had happened and put Su Han’s cellphone back to the same spot on the couch where she had picked it up. “Aiya, it’s almost 6 already. You must be hungry after working on so many problem sets. I brought home crawfish. Come. It’s time for dinner.”

Su Han: All the parents this year were setting traps for their children.

“Come. Eat.” In order to make up for the minor emotional damage that she had brought to her son for setting him up, Su Ran voluntarily put on her gloves and placed the peeled shrimp in front of Su Han.

“No need. I can do that myself.” Did she really think that she could pamper him with crawfish?

Su Ran: Nothing can’t be resolved with crawfish. If one isn’t enough, then have a second one.

“It’s fine. Have more. You have a game tomorrow.”

“…..” Can we not talk about that?

Seeing that Su Han had remained silent, Su Ran smiled at him. “You should believe in yourself. Good luck tomorrow.”

“Hmm.”

“Would you like me to go and cheer you on tomorrow?”

The basketball games at the 7th High School were arranged on the weekends. Normally, they are open for parents.

She needed to do some final touch ups on Yu LeLe's Studio’s music, but one afternoon after she returned from the basketball game would be sufficient time.

Besides, she would not be going to Dongshan Mansion tomorrow any more.

Speaking of Dongshan Mansion, Su Ran, once again, recalled that boss who had stepped in to help her.

Insomnia is a disease for the wealthy. Those who were too busy making ends meet wouldn’t have contracted it.

If all she needed to do was record herself playing the piano and send it over to him, that wasn’t a bad gig at all.

Mainly she was in need of money.

Su Ran had done some research over the last couple of days and learned that house prices were comparable to where she used to be, approximately 80,000 yuan per square meter. With her current asset, she didn’t even have enough for 1/10 of the down payment.