Everyday Romance After Becoming a Billionaire

Shen Qingning stood with her back to the basketball hoop, hands on her hips. "I made it, Class President. Still going to look down on girls?"

"That was a very graceful layup. You’ve earned your braised pork belly." Su Ran grabbed a jersey from the side. "Here, put this on and keep shooting."

"Uh... I have something to do, so I’m gonna go." Taking the hint, Qi Shan grabbed his jacket and left Chuyuan.

Only then did Shen Qingning speak. "I don’t need a jersey, I can just... uh..." Seeing Su Ran’s insistent expression, she relented. "...Okay, fine. I’ll wear it..."

Shen Qingning took the jersey and paused. She turned her back to Su Ran, took off her white down jacket, and straightened out her form-fitting white woolen sweater. She was wearing skinny jeans below. The snug top and bottom perfectly accentuated the curves of her delicate frame. The light of the setting sun coated the peaks and valleys of her figure in an orange-gold trim, like a high-definition, uncensored image of a ’perfectly round sun setting over a long river’.

Even though she was just changing into a jersey in front of the class president, she was still a little embarrassed. Biting her lip with a blush on her face, she shyly took off her jacket and put on the jersey. When she turned around, she saw the class president sink another elegant three-pointer, his hair damp with sweat. ’A basketball-playing class president is so handsome,’ Shen Qingning thought. ’He looks just like Rukawa Kaede.’

Su Ran looked Shen Qingning over in the oversized jersey. "You kind of look like a basketball cheerleader."

Shen Qingning scratched her head. "Uh... it’s just a little big. I’m not used to it."

Su Ran said, "You’ll get used to it."

Shen Qingning: "Mm, Class President, you’re so tall. Can you dunk?"

Su Ran: "I’m only 183cm. You call that tall?"

Shen Qingning: "Mhm, that’s very tall."

Shen Qingning was 167cm. Between the constant stress, anxiety, and her part-time job, she didn’t eat well, leaving her with a slender build. Of course, the heavens are fair and wouldn’t deny her every advantage. She was generously endowed, so her future children wouldn’t have to worry about milk.

Standing next to Su Ran, she looked quite petite and delicate.

"Can you?"

"...I can’t dunk. I can only touch the backboard."

"You’re 183cm and you can only touch the backboard?"

"...What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Hehe... N-nothing. I didn’t mean anything."

Shen Qingning stifled a laugh. ’So the class president isn’t good at everything,’ she thought. ’At least he’s not very athletic.’ On second thought, that made sense. The class president was actually a bit of a homebody, and homebodies weren’t interested in sports. They were interested in... other things.

"I’m worn out. Here, your turn."

Su Ran tossed the ball to her and added, "You have to make ten shots to get your braised pork belly." After saying that, he walked to the side of the court and started chugging a Red Bull. GULP, GULP, GULP.

The setting sun, the basketball court. Shen Qingning dribbled the ball, bricking one shot after another. After a few attempts, she was running out of strength. She could feel the class president’s gaze roaming over her from the sidelines, making her legs feel tingly. "Ngh~" With a soft sound, she shot another airball.

"What kind of effort is that? Play properly."

"Oh."

Shen Qingning obediently followed her ’coach’s’ instructions, training diligently. She’d jump for a layup, miss, and land, her body jiggling with the movement.

’The class president’s XP must be watching girls play basketball in front of him while wearing his jersey,’ she thought.

’So weird. As a girl, she didn’t understand the strange things guys enjoyed.’

"I’m rested. Let’s have a match. Game to three." Su Ran got up and entered the court.

Shen Qingning nodded. "Okay, you’re on."

And so, a boy and a girl played against each other under the setting sun. Su Ran didn’t go easy on her at all, guarding her relentlessly. Shen Qingning threw the ball up with all her might, but Su Ran mercilessly blocked it, sending it flying. He looked quite proud of himself. Shen Qingning shot him a contemptuous look. ’So proud of yourself for blocking a girl’s shot. Hmph! I won’t give you another chance.’ They continued to play, and he continued to block her shots, one after another, clearly enjoying himself. In the end, Shen Qingning’s cry echoed through Chuyuan: "Stop blocking my shots!~" She flung the ball forcefully, and it flew... getting stuck on the rim.

Whoops~

Shen Qingning: "Do you have a ladder?"

Su Ran: "Not one that tall. Let me try."

Su Ran took a few steps back, got a running start, and jumped. His fingertips just barely grazed the Spalding.

Shen Qingning asked doubtfully, "...Didn’t you just say you could touch the backboard?"

Su Ran: "Ahem, I must be tired from jumping. I’ve used up too much energy. And it’s your fault, isn’t it? You ate all the braised pork belly at lunch, so where would I get any energy?"

"My fault? I... Okay, fine. You’re the class president, so you’re right. Here, just eat a Snickers." Shen Qingning picked up a snack from the nearby table and handed it to Su Ran.

"...Fine."

Su Ran ate the Snickers and tried a few more times, but each jump was lower than the last. It seemed his energy really was spent.

"Hold on." Shen Qingning ran to get a broom, hoping to jump and poke the ball down, but she couldn’t reach. "Class President, squat down."

"You want to get on my shoulders?"

"Mhm, it’s the only way."

"No way. How can a big man like me be under a woman? Absolutely not."

"Class President, why are you such a male chauvinist? It’s not a big deal. If the feminists heard you say that, they’d have a field day."

"...Sigh. Fine, I’ll make an exception just this once."

Su Ran squatted down, and Shen Qingning climbed onto his shoulders, holding his head as she directed him to slowly stand up.

"A little to the left... too far. Back a bit... yes, yes, right there, don’t move..."

"Did you hook it?"

Su Ran looked up and unintentionally caught a glimpse of the ’balls’ from inside her woolen sweater.

Shen Qingning gave a hard poke, and the basketball fell, bouncing on the ground.

"Okay, you can put me down now. And no looking up."

"..."

...

「As the sun set, the moon emerged from behind dark clouds.」

In the front yard of Chuyuan, the Spalding lay quietly on the basketball court. Light and the sound of water spilled from the house.

Having just showered, Su Ran was cooking the braised pork belly as promised. Hearing Shen Qingning’s voice from the bathroom, he walked over to the door.

"What is it now?"

"Class President, do you have... that?"

"Which ’that’?"