"Cupid and Nova! Win this match with a perfect score again!"
Another victory fell onto the hands of Cupid and Nova. Or rather, the badminton expert, the love angel, Cupid of class A-2.
"Ahaha…" Nova smiled shyly: "I let you carry the whole match again…I should have put more effort into the match…"
"It's fine," Cupid replied enthusiastically. Even though there was not a single smile on his lips, still, Nova understood that this friend was overjoyed by the victory just now: "I'm a bit tired…let's go take a break."
"Uh."
In today's gym class, the entire class A-2 got to practice badminton with A-1. But the two classes didn't seem to be very friendly with each other, which was understandable, since both were in the elite class group.
The two classes were known to have many good students competing with each other to win the top spot in the school's scoreboard.
Cupid himself wasn't very good at studying, but he had enough points to avoid being expelled from the elite class, Nova…didn't need to be mentioned.
But Nova didn't have any fighting spirit either. Nova was too good at it because he paid attention to his studies and wanted to get high scores to improve himself, not to compete or fight with orthers.
While the two were sitting on the bench, watching the other members of class A-2 play badminton on a separate court from the group of class A-1.
Cupid drank some water and gave it to Nova, he took out a towel from his bag, wiped his sweaty face, and said:
"I didn't mean to show off my badminton skills, but everyone else was too weak."
Nova raised his eyebrows: "Really… isn't it because you want to show off your smashing ability?"
"Uh…well…a little…"
"You smash the shuttlecock like a bullet, every shot is a bam! bam! bam! Mr."I want to show it off a little"."
Cupid was annoyed, so he kicked Nova's leg a few times.
"Hey, that hurts."
Cupid then went silent, his eyes glanced at class A-1 for a long time before opening his mouth to ask: "Hey, Nova."
"Huh?"
"If you really have a lover in the future, if that guy does something to you... wait, but the person you like is a "boy" right?"
Nova froze for a long time then jumped up, his cheeks gradually getting hot: "W...why are you bringing that up now?!"
"Well...what if that guy doesn't treat you well..."
"N...no no, no. I told you!" Nova whispered in panic: "If anything...if anything happens, I'll figure it out myself! I don't need your help, really!"
"..."
"Really..."
"Can I bite that guy?"
"No! Cupid, don't!"
"Hm…"
"Cupid…!"
"Uhm…hm…"
"Cupid!"
"No biting, no biting…okay?"
"You…really…to tell the truth, I don't know if anyone can stand you…"
"There's you." Cupid pointed his finger at Nova's face.
"Uh…!" Nova quickly pushed Cupid's hand aside: "What I mean is, if you have a lover in the future, will that person stay with you forever?"
"Uhm…" Cupid slowly closed his eyes, then opened them: "No…I don't think that will happen."
"What? There's no way that person will leave you?"
"No." Cupid shook his head, playing with the strings of the racket he was holding in his hand: "No…maybe I won't have a lover."
"W…why not?!" Nova suddenly exclaimed: "Just because you haven't found someone right now doesn't mean you won't find the right person for you. We still have a long life ahead of us, right?"
"Talk literature again…" Cupid whispered.
"Hey!"
"Nothing…" Cupid flicked the white strings on the net: "It's just that, being alone like this is enough for me to enjoy for the rest of my life."
"You said something… rather strange, Cupid." Nova blinked in confusion, he knew when Cupid was joking, and when was the time he wanted to discuss something serious. And the thoughtful face with the steely gaze staring at Nova said that he really wanted to be alone like this forever, it was true. This was not something to joke about.
"C…Cupid…if you…" Nova timidly called out, he was about to say something to Cupid to comfort him, but then someone on the badminton court loudly asked him if he wanted to go into the court to play again.
"Hey! Cupid! Do you want to play another match? Class A-1's asking, they want to play against the best badminton player in our class!"
"Coming." Cupid stood up, put a towel on Nova's head, told him to quickly wipe off his sweat, and…not to pay too much attention to what Cupid had said, before holding his racket and running into the court.
"Cupid…" Nova didn't think much about Cupid liking to be alone, because this had been his habit for a long time, but…Nova didn't believe that this "loneliness" was such big of a deal. Forever alone? If Nova left, would Cupid find himself a good partner? Or would he sit hugging his legs in the dark corner like the little child Cupid was when he was grounded?
"Cupid! These are two sports experts from class A-1, be careful when facing them, alright?" Patting Cupid on the shoulder, the classmate said.
Cupid frowned, gently pushing the other person's hand away.
"So… you're Cupid?" One of the two students standing on the opposite side, blocked by a white net, suddenly spoke to him.
"Uhm…?" He tilted his head: "Yes?" It was best to be polite in front of everyone, especially the class that class A-2 was fighting with. He's not interested in those competitions, so Cupid wishes to avoid them in any case.
"Nice to meet you. It seems like you've had some experience playing badminton for a long time? I saw you play badminton quite well just now."
"Uhm…" Gently nodding, he wanted this match to end quickly, losing or winning, he wasn't sure if that mattered anymore… because a few eyes were looking at him, a few people from class A-2 hoped he would win against them, a few eyes were whispering, saying that he would lose because their class A-1 was also good at badminton.
"I'm Heos! And this is Liu. I think we'll see each other again. The physical education schedules of the two classes changed recently, I think there should be lots of overlaps."
"Uhm…" Cupid was pondering, asking himself, if there were any snacks left in the fridge to eat tonight. Otherwise, he would have to go buy some more, and even more troublesome…he would have to buy some for his mother too. His mother really liked those colorful gummy candies, if he didn't share them, she would get angry…
"I heard you're good at pairing things?"
"Uhm…" Heos kept asking, but Cupid didn't give any specific answers, just nodded and said uhm, uhm a few times.
"I see you're quite close with the genius of class A-2, right? If I remember correctly, his name is…No…Nova?"
"That's right." For the first time in the conversation, Cupid changed his response: "Nova."
"Nova!" Heos nodded in satisfaction: "I remember. Thank you, I was going to ask…"
"Hey Heos, are you going to play or not!" The friend standing next to him suddenly shouted.
"Ah! Let's play now!"
A student in class A-1, or rather, the student council president, stepped forward to act as referee, announcing the start of the match.
"Alright." Cupid nodded, his feet moved closer to the net, slowly extended his right fist.
Seeing that, Heos hurriedly ran over, also extending his right hand.
Cupid raised and lowered his fist, Heos quickly followed.
Cupid lowered his hand, he spread out all five fingers, Heos also lowered his hand but still kept his hand clenched.
"You go rock?" Cupid asked.
"Huh... Ah!..." After waiting a few seconds, Heos realized that he had also been caught up in this game of rock-paper-scissors without realizing it, his brain quickly jumped to the number: "That's right!"
"So I serve first because I won."
Both classes, watching the scene, were dumbfounded. What...just happened...?
"Didn't everyone use rock-paper-scissors to decide who would serve first?" Heos shrugged and asked.
"Wha...this goddam guy!!!" Liu was startled and quickly hit his classmate on the head: "I thought you were doing something weird in the middle of the field! You made me panic…"
"Huh?!" Heos was annoyed: "Don't you all get to play this game whenever you guys play badminton?"
"There's no one in this class who play sports as much as you! Heos!!!"
"Oh…"
"Then…I'll go first." Cupid from the other side of the net had already prepared his stance, while his teammate was dumbfounding, standing frozen behind the badminton court.