CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 54: WHO WINS, WHO LOSES!

"Did I hear it right, Julian Fairchild... challenged Senior Hughes?"

"You heard it right, ahhh, I’m so excited!"

"But have you guys noticed, I feel like Fairchild seems angry."

"Aren’t they still not on good terms yet?"

"Let’s see if Senior Hughes will accept it!"

Maeve Lane originally wanted to leave, but Julian Fairchild’s words stopped her in her tracks.

She curled her lips, watching the show with interest from the side.

Henry Hughes was a bit surprised, but then again, not so surprised.

His voice wasn’t loud, but enough for everyone to hear, "Then let’s do it."

This means... he agreed!

Everyone’s hearts were racing with excitement; it’s rare to witness the showdown between the two handsome faces of Aurelia University.

Even those sitting in the audience resting noticed something brewing, and someone took photos and posted them on the school forum. A thread quickly grew!

—"Where’s the match happening? The basketball court by the west gate?"

—"I have to watch, I can’t miss such a great show!"

—"Why are these two fighting out of nowhere?"

—"Why worry so much about them? It’s probably just a friendly match."

—"I’m rushing out of my dorm! Where there are handsome guys, there I am!"

—"..."

Soon, many found out the news first-hand.

And the number of people entering the gym increased, perhaps thinking some event was about to take place there.

Julian Fairchild, seeing Henry Hughes agree, maintained an indifferent expression, "Let’s start now."

"Alright." Henry took off his coat, placed it aside using the water Maeve handed him to keep it in place, then looked up and smiled, asking, "Maeve, who do you think will win?"

Maeve squinted her eyes slightly, for some reason, she found the question a bit tricky.

But in Julian Fairchild’s eyes, it registered as silence.

In the relationship among these three, he was always the one Maeve decisively chose.

But now, it didn’t seem that way.

The frustration in his heart grew stronger, unable to pinpoint its source, he frowned and urged, "Hurry up, cut the crap."

Henry Hughes regretted his words as soon as he spoke them.

He even felt somewhat relieved for not hearing Maeve’s answer.

"Here we go."

The crowd spontaneously made way for them.

Even more exaggerated was a reporter from the school newspaper coming over with a camera and microphone, seemingly intending to conduct an on-the-spot interview.

The newspaper at Aurelia University had a section for entertainment reporters, who occasionally shared some amusing stories from the campus.

And Julian Fairchild was often a regular feature.

The crowd grew, and Maeve picked herself a great seat to watch the match.

To everyone’s surprise,

The match between Julian Fairchild and Henry Hughes was extremely intense.

"Ah, why do I feel like they’re not just playing around?"

"I feel like both of them have bloodshot eyes, what’s happening?"

"Forget about Fairchild, he always has that cold look, but not Hughes, Hughes has always been so cheerful, why does he look so grim today?"

"Indeed..."

Their discussion reached Maeve’s ears too.

She subtly raised her chin, her light-colored pupils appearing calm and detached amidst the noisy backdrop.

...

The match reached an intense phase.

Julian Fairchild scored a neat and clean basket, widening the score gap once more.

His eye corners were tinged with redness, "You’re going to lose."

Henry snorted, "Don’t speak too soon."

"It’s killing me, why can’t the score just break apart!"

"Come on, Henry Hughes!!!"

"Go Julian Fairchild!!"

In the tightly contested scoreline, the last shot was crucial for deciding the match’s outcome.

And this shot was in Julian Fairchild’s hands.