Gold Medal Mediator [Quick Transmigration] 35p2

Chapter 35: Being the Boss’s Woman (9-2)

Hua Baihe had not noticed that classmate Yun Yeman had, without being taught, mastered the art of serving others. She was very good at anticipating the big boss’s needs. Whether at home or at school, many times, before she even realized what she needed, the thing would already be in her hand.

She just felt that this person was a little more pleasing to the eye than before.

She no longer argued with her, and even had a ‘whatever you say is right’ submissive attitude, which made her think at one point that she had activated the other’s grateful heart.

If there is a grateful heart, can a loving heart be far behind?

Just then, the supervision mode issued the latest mission:

【On the basketball court, have the Child of Destiny give water to Meng Qitian (0/1)】

The sound that accompanied this mission was the ringing of the end-of-class bell.

The students of Class 1 left one after another, and from time to time, the girls’ chatting voices could be heard. “Hey, I heard our school is having a friendly match with No. 1 Middle School in a couple of days. The basketball team has been training lately.”

“Let’s go, let’s go and see. Our school’s basketball team has a lot of handsome guys.”

Hua Baihe raised her hand and asked the System, “Excuse me, what kind of 80s romance novel script is this supervision mode using?”

The System ignored her.

Yun Yeman, beside her, had already packed her schoolbag and gotten up from her seat. She looked at her, as if to ask: Are you going?

Completely in a rhythm of not caring about the outside world and just wanting to go home for dinner.

Hua Baihe sighed to herself, having worried herself sick over this world’s child’s love line. She stood up and said, “Let’s go and see the basketball court. I heard everyone is there today.”

Yun Yeman’s hand, reaching to help her with her schoolbag, paused for a moment, then she looked up at her with a calm expression, as if she were very reluctant to waste time watching basketball. But seeing Hua Baihe’s determined look, she could only follow her out.

**

“Ahhhhhh! So handsome! Go, go, go—”

“Go, Mengmeng! Get up, Mengmeng!”

Outside the court, countless female students were cheering for their favorite players. Meng Qitian had just been bumped when he scored a goal and had stumbled to the ground. He had just gotten up.

Hua Baihe, coming from afar, shivered, almost hearing that sentence as—“Get up, Mengmeng.”

When she reached the edge of the court, she looked at Meng Qitian’s slightly flushed face from the exertion, the beads of sweat streaming down the sides of his face, and the way he had lifted the long hem of his jersey to wipe his face, revealing a patch of his abs, because he was too lazy to go to the sidelines to get a towel—

Hua Baihe chose a clean seat in the stands and said in her heart, “System, do you smell that?”

The System replied with some uncertainty, “The smell of youth?”

Hua Baihe calmly retorted, “The stench of men’s sweat.”

System: “…【Too fucking real.jpg】”

Hua Baihe thought of her asexuality, yet she had to sacrifice her after-school time to watch ten teenagers fight over a ball for the sake of the mission. She really loved Wild Grass.

As for Yun Yeman beside her, all her attention was on Hua Baihe. She had no intention of looking at the court at all.

She had no idea that the other was secretly trying to set her up with someone. When she saw Hua Baihe frown slightly, she took out a pack of green-tea-scented tissues from her pocket and handed it to her.

Hua Baihe raised an eyebrow, feeling that if Wild Grass kept being so attentive to her, she would—

“You would?” the System asked nervously.

“I’ll have to make an exception and let her be my underling,” Hua Baihe said calmly.

The System scanned Yun Yeman’s appearance beside her and then sadly found that it was actually gratified that its host’s standards for f-buddies were too high.

It felt that it had really changed.

On the court, a game ended.

Meng Qitian, as the shooting guard, had assisted his teammates with five goals, giving his team a 32-19 lead in the first half.

He looked at the gap between the two teams, his expression relaxing slightly.

Just then, Hua Baihe felt the person beside her get up.

Her heart leaped with joy. Had her daughter finally learned to take the initiative?

But then she heard a sentence from above her. “It’s about time. The fish head and tofu soup you ordered this morning, Uncle Bo is probably starting to stew it now. It’ll be fresh if we go back now.”

Hua Baihe: “…”

Hua Baihe: “???”

Your destined male god is waiting for you to give him water, and you’re here thinking about my soup?

She asked dryly, “Don’t you think their basketball is not good-looking?”

Yun Yeman was very direct. “Not good-looking.”

Hua Baihe: …What a coincidence. I think so too.

And for some reason, after being reminded by Yun Yeman, she was also starting to crave the soup at home.

This game was probably not going to be watched—

She thought of the mission the supervision mode had just issued and sighed wearily. She gestured to the box of mineral water that the basketball team had prepared below.

“At least you know classmate Meng Qitian. You should still support him. Go and give him a bottle of water.”

Yun Yeman tried very hard to suppress the urge to frown.

She thought of how Hua Baihe, though she seemed completely uninterested in the basketball game, still had to waste time coming here to watch, and even had to give that Meng person water afterwards—

She looked at the boy who was on a break on the court with a blank expression.

Ptooey.

Little white face.

**

Meng Qitian was resting with his hands on his knees, waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal after the constant running. Only then did he walk towards the sidelines.

And then, among the row of fair, tender faces, flushed from cheering, he saw a particularly disharmonious black face.

Both in expression and in skin tone, it was very black.

He couldn’t help but laugh. He ignored the various drinks that were being thrust at his face and walked straight towards the black face.

“Why are you here? Where’s classmate Yin?”

As he spoke, he looked around and, sure enough, saw Hua Baihe sitting in the stands not far away.

When Yun Yeman noticed his gaze, she wanted to unscrew the mineral water bottle in her hand and pour it on his head.

Wake up. Do you think you’re worthy of Yin Zhi!

Fortunately, her reason was still there. No matter how bad her expression was, she suppressed the urge and thrust the water bottle in her hand at him. “Here.”

Meng Qitian flashed a mouthful of white teeth, thanked her, and asked another question, “Did classmate Yin ask you to get this for me?”

In your dreams.

Yun Yeman said with a blank expression, “I got it.”

Meng Qitian looked at her bitter face and didn’t quite believe she would suddenly give him water. But since the other person had said so—

“Alright, thank you,” he said to Yun Yeman with a sunny smile.

The surrounding fan club girls gnashed their teeth at this scene.

#Disaster! The male god actually doesn’t like fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged girls!#

#Why is the handsome-beyond-the-heavens male god so fond of a piece of charcoal?#

#Shocking! The taste of the class grass of Yun Ding’s Class 2 is so unique…#

At the same time, the supervision mode, which had found that the Child of Destiny had taken the initiative to complete the mission of giving water to her destined male god and had received a handsome smile in return, but the emotional progress had not moved at all: “…”

It felt that it was about to crash.

Could it be, as the host had said, that its method of promoting the destined relationship was too old-fashioned?

But this trope had clearly been tested in countless campus story worlds?

Why was there an accident here?

The supervision mode decided to go into seclusion and upgrade for a while. Before going into seclusion, it had not forgotten to announce the result, but the mechanical voice, Hua Baihe felt, was tinged with a bit of anger.

【On the basketball court, the Child of Destiny gives Meng Qitian water (1/1)√!】

Hua Baihe stroked her chin and attributed the hint of anger she had heard to a hallucination.

By this time, Yun Yeman had already walked back from the edge of the basketball court. Hua Baihe, having completed another mission, was in a very good mood. She picked up her bag from her seat and walked out of the school.

Yun Yeman followed by her side. When she saw the familiar Lincoln car slowly drive over, she suddenly asked:

“Do you like Meng Qitian’s type?”

After all, in the entire school, she had never seen Hua Baihe pay attention to another boy. Or rather, other male creatures were like air in her eyes.

So even though she hadn’t deliberately shown any affection for Meng Qitian, in comparison, it was already special.

Hearing her question, Hua Baihe felt a chill down her spine.

The events of Luo Sheng’s world could not be repeated—

She threw down two words decisively. “I don’t.”

Yun Yeman breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Hua Baihe stared at the emotional progress bar above her head, which was too lazy to move an inch, and added another sentence.

“But…”

Yun Yeman’s heart skipped a beat at this turn.

“Don’t you think he’s quite good-looking, with his delicate skin and tender flesh?” Hua Baihe asked, looking at her nonchalantly.

On the surface, she was very calm, but in her heart, she wanted to grab Yun Yeman’s arm and shake her, preferably to make the little deer in her heart dizzy.

He’s so handsome. Don’t you feel a little bit of a flutter in your heart!

Hearing the words ‘delicate skin and tender flesh,’ Yun Yeman reflexively wanted to touch her own face.

But the Yin family’s car had already driven up to the two of them. Her raised hand ended up on the back door of the car. Not only did she open the car door, but she even raised her other hand to shield the top of the car for Hua Baihe.

Hua Baihe, who was used to being served, had been slowly having her service quality improved by the other person without her noticing, and she didn’t even feel anything was wrong.

By the time she had taken out her phone and started to play, Yun Yeman had also quietly taken out her old phone, which had been passed down from Qi Ran. Enduring the snail-like speed of the internet, she opened a web page and typed a bunch of things into the search bar:

“What to eat to whiten the skin?”

“Which face mask has the best whitening effect?”

“What are some whitening products?”

And Hua Baihe, just a shoulder’s width away from her, had no idea that her one sentence had spurred the other’s fighting spirit. The slow-witted her only noticed something was wrong at breakfast the next day—

Because she herself liked to drink soy milk, the Yin family’s breakfast table usually featured Chinese-style dishes. Even when the butler occasionally made her a sandwich, the accompanying drink was still soy milk.

Yin Xiao had never been a picky eater and had also grown to love soy milk with her.

During school, Hua Baihe glanced to the side and saw a bottle of pure milk in Yun Yeman’s hand.

She narrowed her eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Oh, what? Are you calcium deficient and need to supplement? Not bad. Maybe you’ll grow a bit taller one day and can sign up for the women’s basketball team next door.”

If they could make progress together in their studies, and if the two of them could find some common ground in sports, then she wouldn’t have to worry about their future happiness!

Even if they weren’t a couple now, they could start as best friends who could talk about anything!

Hearing the words ‘calcium deficient,’ Yun Yeman’s eyebrow twitched—

She looked at this five-elements-lacking-a-heart, eight-characters-needing-a-beating girl in front of her with a meaningful look.

Then she replied coolly:

“I’ve had too much soy milk. I’m changing my taste.”

Hearing the milk party attack the soy milk party, Hua Baihe was immediately not convinced. She snorted. “The deliciousness of soy milk, a mortal like you would never understand.”

Yun Yeman estimated the pair of little steamed buns under her school uniform, which now seemed to be on the verge of developing into large white steamed buns.

She replied silently in her heart: How could she not understand? They looked so delicious, didn’t they?

But without having tasted them, she had no right to speak. Yun Yeman silently noted this debate about soy milk in her heart, deciding to sincerely tell her when she had a chance to practice in the future:

Soy milk is really quite delicious.