For Goda's defeat, he surprisingly wasn't sad; he was still happy that he had thought of a way to reconcile them.
Winning was their youth; losing was also their youth.
Perhaps after school started, everyone in Goda would blame their loss on Dubian Che not playing, and therefore resent him, but he didn't care.
The run in last year's heavy rain not only made him hate the soggy sneakers but also taught him to ignore the opinions of others.
"What's making you so happy?"
Dubian Che looked toward the voice: in the gentle sunlight by the window, Kiyono Lin's gaze still rested on the hardcover book in her hands.
Her whole being seemed to radiate light as if it was emanating from her—Kiyono Lin's skin was that translucently pale.
Dubian Che walked over lightly.
"I've discovered something incredible," he said in a tone suggesting he was about to reveal a big secret.
"Am I really a god?"
"Exactly, I'm a god," Dubian Che said seriously.
