Zhao Chengfei was the president of the basketball club.
He was the textbook example of a typical young master from a wealthy family—he loved being the center of attention and relished the feeling of all eyes on him.
That's why St. Desmo Academy had so many basketball games; Zhao Chengfei was always the one who stole the spotlight.
His basketball skills weren't bad. Even those rich young masters who were better than him would show him respect during games, letting him save face and never embarrassing him.
Su Zhiyi actually liked the sunny, outgoing athletic type of guy.
They were nice to look at, and she enjoyed watching them.
But today, the star of the basketball court wasn't Zhao Chengfei.
Among all the players in jerseys, there was one guy who wasn't wearing one—the only one who dared to openly target Zhao Chengfei in front of everyone, making his face darken with anger.
He was over 185 cm tall, maybe even close to 190 cm. From upstairs, she couldn't really see his face clearly, but now that she was courtside, she could get a good look.
The guy had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. His haircut was the trendy undercut with a fringe, popular among guys. He wore a black T-shirt paired with dark jeans, a shiny pendant around his neck, and expensive limited-edition sneakers on his feet.
Very trendy attire.
Su Zhiyi first admired his strikingly handsome face among the crowd of guys, then noted that his outfit was really well put together, and finally recognized that his sneakers were also pricey limited editions.
His movements were as swift and agile as a hunting cheetah. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as his body temperature rose. His strong hands dribbled the ball rhythmically as he drove past one defender after another, his actions fluid and without a moment's hesitation, as if he knew exactly what each opponent would do next.
As he approached the basket, Zhao Chengfei blocked him.
He was forced to stop, bending his knees slightly to lower his center of gravity, then pushed off with both legs, launching himself upward the instant before Zhao Chengfei could react. Zhao Chengfei instinctively jumped too.
It looked like a dunk...
Wait, no!
He raised his hand; Zhao Chengfei raised his hand. But then he quickly dribbled the ball down, passed it around Zhao Chengfei, and sent it flying upward into the hoop from below.
A fake dunk move had fooled Zhao Chengfei.
"Wow!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
"Who is that guy?" Su Zhiyi had seen the impressive move clearly. She turned slightly to ask Li Yuexin, who was holding a parasol for her.
"He's really good. I've never seen Zhao Chengfei look so humiliated."
Li Yuexin covered her mouth in surprise. "Huh, Zhiyi, you don't know him?"
Su Zhiyi tilted her head in confusion. "Hmm? Should I know him?"
"Well... because his family is also... I thought you'd know him!" Li Yuexin raised her hand to cover her mouth, leaned close to Su Zhiyi's ear, and lowered her voice. "This is the Second Young Master of the Si Family. He's been studying abroad for the past few years, but I hadn't heard he was back. It's so sudden. I didn't expect him to show up here, and it seems like he's transferred to our school..."
Li Yuexin didn't go into detail about which wealthy family the Si Family was. Her voice was as low as a mosquito's, and she spoke very cryptically, as if the Si Family was also a prominent noble family in A City, not just an ordinary one.
After all, this Second Young Master Si dared to look down on Zhao Chengfei.
Li Yuexin didn't elaborate, and Su Zhiyi didn't quite catch everything.
Just then, the useless system finally provided some assistance to its hardworking host.
Su Zhiyi spoke to System 030 in her mind.
"Within three minutes, I want all the information on this Second Young Master Si."
"Host, that sounds really weird," System 030 said. "You sound like your boss from the last world."
"I learned it from him. Don't you think it's interesting?" Su Zhiyi urged System 030. "Alright, alright, hurry up and tell me about this Second Young Master Si. I'm so curious. Everyone's fawning over him like he's a prince, and he can even make Zhao Chengfei lose face."
"Wait a moment, Host. I'll check the data on the Second Young Master Si in this world."
In less than a minute, System 030 spoke again, bringing back the information Su Zhiyi wanted.
"Si Yanjing, second son of the Si Family... Wait, this Si Family is really something special. Old Master Si served in the military when he was young and has a chest full of medals. The current head of the Si Family is in politics; his father's rank is several levels higher than that of Zhao Chengfei's father. His older brother, the future heir of the Si Family, is in business. The commercial connections of the Si Family can rival those of the Song Family and the Su Family. Even the Si Family's matriarch comes from a prestigious lineage..."
"Whew... That's impressive."
Su Zhiyi gasped, her squinting eyes widening. She couldn't help but mutter softly to herself, just loud enough for her to hear.
This Si Yanjing was far more distinguished than Zhao Chengfei.
Money was the least of the Si Family's advantages. As the second son, Si Yanjing was both a military descendant and the child of a political official.
Not having to inherit the family business also meant that no matter what, Si Yanjing was destined to be adored by everyone in the family.
No wonder Li Yuexin had been surprised that she didn't know Si Yanjing and didn't dare to talk loudly about the Si Family in front of her.
The Si Family was a top-tier noble family with a foothold in the military, political, and commercial sectors.
After listening to System 030's report, Su Zhiyi became intensely curious about Si Yanjing. She wanted to see this Second Young Master Si, who had been spoiled and adored by his entire family since childhood.
The first half of the game ended, with Si Yanjing's team far ahead of Zhao Chengfei's.
Being dominated on the court by Si Yanjing was bad enough, but when Zhao Chengfei saw the score, he was so furious that his face turned red and he almost fainted.
It took him a while to recover. He looked at Si Yanjing with eyes full of resentment and humiliation, but because of Si Yanjing's status, he didn't dare to lash out. He could only sulk in silence.
Si Yanjing was surrounded by his teammates, all of whom were rich young masters. Their faces were plastered with sycophantic smiles, and their desire to curry favor with Si Yanjing was so obvious that even Su Zhiyi, standing far away, could see it.
The first half was over. A guy from off the court walked up to Si Yanjing with a bottle of water, offering it to him, but Si Yanjing waved his hand and refused.