My Son Might Be A Villain

Chapter 85: Su Han refused to admit that he was slightly unhappy that Su Ran had been playing on her cellphone instead of paying attention to him (2)

Su Ran finally found out why she had gotten unfriendly stares from those around her earlier. 

By this time, Class 4 was almost 20 points behind Class 8

Feeling proud, Su Ran decided to be a quiet audience of the game. 

By the way, Mother Su Han. Your family will be attending the Development Outing on the 18th, right? Would you like to team up with my family? Zhou Qin brought up the Development Outing while watching the game. 

Eh? How did you find out about that? She only found out when she peeked at Su Hans chat group. 

The teacher had already announced it in our class chat group along with all the requirements. Have you not read it yet?

No, I havent had a chance yet.

Even though Su Ran wanted to find out the details of the activities, she was more interested in her sons game right now. 

As for the group chat, she could look at it after the game was over. 

Su Ran continued to watch the game with her chin in her palm. 

She watched as Su Han passed the ball, passed other players with the ball, and shot the hoop. She finally couldn't help but pull out her cellphone and take a bunch of pictures. 

As though he had sensed something, the second that he turned and passed someone, he finally looked over at the audience stand of their opponent. 

His eyes lit up. 

The young mans mouth cracked open and a smile appeared on the face that was covered in sweat from the intense exercise. His smile was brighter than the sun above them. 

With one deceiving move, the young man looped away from the defense player beautifully. 

Liu Yubo, pass.

Okay!

POOF!

They scored once again. 

Quick! Defense! Defense!

Du WenTao!

Block the left side!

Pass to Su Han!

***

Su Hans voice, mixed in with the other young mens, rang nonstop inside the basketball court. 

Su Ran might not know much about basketball, but she had heard about games from others before. 

Su Ran had thought that leading by 20 points was a lot already, but to her surprise, by the time mascot Liu YangYang was switched on, Class 8 was already leading by 50 points. 

Su Ran didnt even realize when Su Han walked over to her. 

Eh, the games not over yet. Why are you on the audience stand? asked Su Ran with a face full of surprise when she saw Su Han. 

Oh, I am pretty much done, said Su Han casually. 

Giving Su Ran another look, Su Han asked, How come you came?

Su Han: Hoho. Oh son, if you want to speak with such resentment, you need to first be mindless of your own expression. Just look at those white teeth. 

Oh me? I really, really wanted to watch my son play so I left my tons of work behind and came all the way over, said Su Ran with a face full of pride. 

My son was indeed the brightest one on the court. You did not disappoint your old mother.

Ahem, you are exaggerating. Su Han gave Su Ran a speechless look, but his lips curved upward even more. 

Am I though? Oh, I dont think so. My son is just that good.

Considering where they currently were sitting, Su Ran decided to stop while she was ahead. 

Ever since Su Han had walked over, there were already a few parents of Class 4 who had glanced over at them. 

Here, take. Wipe away some of your sweat, said Su Ran as she pulled out a shabby pack of tissue from her little purse and handed it over to Su Han. 

She had noticed it when she arrived that most of the parents did not come here empty handed. They all carried a big bag with them. Even Du WenTaos mother brought with her a jacket, towel, and a thermo. 

Looking back at herself, she had brought nothing with her. 

Luckily, Su Han didnt seem to care too much about that. He took over the tissue that Su Ran had handed over to him and started wiping away his sweat. 

Would you like some help with that?

No! said Su Han as he quickly turned his head away from her. 

Aiya, her son was resentful towards her again. 

That being said, were his ears that red when he was on the field?

As the two were talking, the game was over. 

Class 8 won by a landslide at 74 to 55. 

How they had gone from being 50 points ahead to 30 points ahead; that would be a question for Classmate Liu YangYang.