Chapter 9: Game Day Confessions
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That day, Ben White came to campus to find me.
“I’m playing in a tournament on Saturday. I left you a ticket for the live event. Come if you can.”
I suppressed my excitement, pretending to think it over. “Okay, I’ll see if I have time.”
He seemed to see right through me and started laughing. In the sunlight, we looked like two fools, until my students suddenly appeared.
“Ah!!! It’s Ben White!!!!”
“It’s really Ben White! I’m your fan, Ben! Can you sign for me?!”
“Ah!! Husband!! I love you, husband!!!”
I was squeezed out by the crowd, but Ben White quickly pulled me back. That one move made the crowd instantly fall silent.
My brain spun—after all, Ben White is much younger. If this got out, would it affect my image as a professor? Would these fangirls hate me?
But the next second, I realized I’d overestimated myself.
“Wow!! Ben is so sweet and respects his elders. I like him even more~”
Res... respects his elders?
I gritted my teeth and thanked her, silently noting her name and department—just wait for your extra homework!
On game day, I wore an American Eagle denim skirt, trying to look younger.
As soon as I entered, I saw Ben White in the center, surrounded by fans. I waved awkwardly, but he didn’t see me. I found a corner seat, fiddling with my ticket, when a shadow loomed over me.
“Why are you sitting here?” Ben White stood in front of me in a black uniform.
“You saw me?”
“Yeah, saw you as soon as you came in. Wearing a short skirt today?” I followed his gaze to my skirt, nervously tugging it down.
“Ah, it’s hot, so I...”
Ben White looked at me and suddenly laughed, leaning in to whisper, “No need to pull, your legs look great.”
Before I could respond, he took my hand and led me to the front row.
“The ticket I gave you is VIP. Your skills are so bad, you need to sit closer and learn~” He patted my head, then returned to the center.
I told myself: I’m doomed, this punk is way too smooth...
The match was live-streamed. I watched my phone as the comments praised Ben White, but then some started trash-talking him:
“Is this the best in the server? I’m better than him!” “What international player, what skills?”
I looked at Ben White, focused on the game, remembered how he stood up for me, and felt it was time to return the favor!
So I rolled up my sleeves, grinned wickedly, and unleashed my full arsenal in the comments, even screenshotting and sending them to my students.
They’re all keyboard warriors and Ben White fans. Soon, the comments were back in his favor.
“You’re really a frog trying to bite a swan, always looking for trouble.”
“Dissing Ben White? Wow, you’re really something, like an old dog with a new trick.”
“Please, learn from the Teletubbies and find your place, okay?”
“Come on, play me. Beat me before you talk about my Ben!”
.............
When I looked up again, ‘Victory’ was on the screen. Ben White had won again. I jumped up, seeing him flash a V at me.
At that moment, I knew—this little puppy, I’m keeping him.