Chapter 62 - Whats Right; Whats Wrong (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Su Fei? Zhang Jun’s still sleeping. Why don’t you go wake him up.”

Mrs. Zhang had clearly gotten used to Su Fei giving her son his morning call. She quickly returned to making breakfast after telling her that.

Su Fei pushed the door to his room lightly and as expected, Zhang Jun was still in dreamland.

However, she did not go about her usual Sunday routine of dragging the sleepy boy out of bed. Instead, she moved a chair next to his bed and silently watched as he slept soundly.

He flipped over, revealing his hand. The bracelet she tied on his wrist herself was still there.

Afraid that he would catch a cold, she reached out to adjust the blanket, slipping his hand underneath it.

The sound of raindrops, the breathing, the heartbeat and the warmth; Su Fei could not forget the sensation she experienced the day before. She had felt him squeezing her tightly in his arms. If they had done it by accident at the start, it was on purpose after that.

It was embarrassing, but the memory was nothing less than utter sweetness.

Suddenly, the look of his sleeping face sprung an idea in her mind. Blushing, she stretched her back towards him as her face inched closer and closer to his; her eyes were already closed and her crimson lips parted slightly, sailing towards his own.

The room was silent save for the soft ticking of a little desk clock.

Su Fei could feel his breath on her cheeks; it itched and carried his body heat…

Just a little closer…

“Su Fei…”

Stunned, she quickly straightened herself and opened her eyes. She turned towards the door like a child who had been caught doing something she was not supposed to.

But, there was no one.

“Good ball…”

She smiled. So, it was the fool in front of her who was mumbling in his dream.

The smile then turned into a sigh. Su Fei was a little let down that the kiss she mustered her courage for had been cut short. Damn it, Zhang Jun, what were you dreaming of? Could it not have waited after the kiss?

In that moment, she caught herself being so shockingly unrestrained—doing such a thing like kissing a guy.

Su Fei plonked herself down on the chair once again, smiling and resuming her silent watch over Zhang Jun. She wondered what nice dream he was having that his lips curled up into what resembled a grin.

The sun shone through the window, spreading its rays across the room. The room was a picturesque scene of a young man sleeping soundly and a young lady holding vigil.

The desk clock did not stop.

*Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock!*

…

It was another busy day at the High School Soccer magazine’s Editorial Department.

“Little Chen, I can’t publish your article,” Liu Yang said, holding out the thick draft in front of Chen Huafeng’s desk.

Chen Huafeng took the sheets from his chief editor; it was his report of the corrupted referee, who officiated the match between Shu Guang and Yingcai.

“Isn’t it well-written? Why can’t it be published?”

“Your writing is fine; the words hold truth and the analysis is deep. But, I can’t publish it.”

“Why?”

“We’ll face severe pressure if this gets out,” Liu Yang smiled bitterly. “The national high school soccer scene has always held a healthy image in the public’s eyes. It’s the fruit of 15 years’ worth of hard work and dedication. You know that. It’s now considered a symbol of youth development. So, what’s going to happen if you publish this report? Have you thought about it? All the years of effort and diligence from those youth workers will go down the drain in an instant!”

“But it was there, a bribed referee,” Huafeng countered the argument emotionally and loudly, drawing stares from his colleagues. “I saw him! This story should be told courageously and accurately for the reputation of high school soccer! Let everyone know and care, so that they’ll vanquish this cancer once and for all! Sweeping everything under the rug will only hurt its development!”

Liu Yang did not follow up in anger. He merely asked, “Little Chen, how old are you?”

“Huh? Twenty-seven.”

“Twenty-seven. It’s been three years after your own graduation. I know that you call yourself a senior in front of Xiao Zhang. But ultimately, you’re still a hot-blooded youth! The kind of person who isn’t used to seeing the darker side of society, saying whatever that crosses his mind.”

“Since when? I am—”

“Don’t interrupt me. I was young once too. I’ve been in your shoes, so I know. You’re right, but things aren’t that simple. Know that the truth isn’t distinctly just between ‘right’ and ‘wrong’. Lots and lots of wrongs are done with the best intentions. Besides, this case of yours is a very, very rare one in the 15 years of the Nationals. And let me tell you a little tidbit, the perpetrators have received their just desserts, so there’s no need to publish this article.”

After he finished, Liu Yang gave Huafeng a meaningful look before he turned to leave.

Huafeng pondered his boss’ words: “…the truth isn’t distinctly just between ‘right’ and ‘wrong’. Lots and lots of wrongs are done with the best intentions.”

Was he the idiot who was doing the wrong thing?

The journalist looked at the sheets of paper in his hand. It was a piece of work that he completed in a single breath the previous night—he thought that it was rather well written too. There were very few mistakes.

But, he never thought that he would make such a huge mistake in the end!

Smiling bitterly, the journalist slowly tore his night’s work into pieces and threw them into the rubbish bin.

…

A bright Sunday followed the rainy Saturday; great weather always followed a rainy day. The azure sky was a gigantic, sapphire overhead attachment. It radiated with the warm rays of the sun.

That beautiful weather continued into Monday. The morning air was clearer than usual as the streets of the city came to life at the first light of dawn.

In a single day, news that Zhang Jun and Su Fei embraced each other in public became a secret that everyone knew. Zhang Jun’s hat-trick and that affectionate moment made a number of people who believed that they had a shot sighed as they vanquished the very thought. They could not help but admit that the two were made for each other.

Indeed, every single boy and girl in school was very excited over the hug.