Chapter 4:

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I noticed that most of the players were beginning to pack up for the day. That is, except for all the players in blue uniforms. They were all gathered together talking to a woman, who I assumed to be the team's coach.

I make my way over to them, quiet, as not wanting to interrupt their conversation.

"Good job today. You're all free to go." The woman tells the team before turning and leaving.

As the guys were all tall, I couldn't see over any of their shoulders, so I couldn't spot Siyang amongst the group.

However, I was luckily saved by someone saying his name.

"Siyang, did that girl find you?" Someone asks.

"What girl?" I could hear Siyang respond in confusion.

I smile, knowing he was here.

I clear my throat, making all the guys stop and turn to face me.

I instantly spot Siyang and he looks at me in confusion before a look of recognition crosses his face.

"Y-Yu Ying Yue?" He questions, as if he didn't believe that it was really me.

"Mu Siyang, I haven't seen you in years, and this is how you greet me?" I ask, stepping forwards until I stood right in front of him.

The rest of the team just continued to watch on in confusion, unsure of what was going on.

In an instant, I was enveloped in a hug. Siyang wrapped his arms tightly around me as he lifted me up, spinning me in a circle.

"Siyang! Put me down, I'm getting dizzy!" I laugh, smiling widely when he places me back onto my feet.

"When did you get here? How? What happened to England? The boarding school? And your grandfather? What would he think?" He rambles on.

"Forget all of that." Someone says, breaking off Siyang's rant.

I turn, looking at a boy with curly brown hair. He seemed shorter than the rest of the team, but was still tall.

"Our captain has a girlfriend? How come you never told us?!" The boys continue to ask, in which I cringe. I also notice Siyang's face drop, as he wipes away his smile and replaces it with his classic blank face.

"I'm not his girlfriend." I tell the boy, as Siyang cleared his throat before speaking.

"She's like my sister. We grew up together, we're just friends." Siyang denies.

"Now, if you'll excuse us. We have to go." He says before taking my hand and pulling me away from the group.

"Did your grandfather send you a car? Or should I call him to send one for you?" He asks, as we walk through the school.

"Nope. I'm going with you." I tell him, making him stop walking.

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