The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 163

Tristan and Arabella shared a knowing glance before they turned on their heels and strolled back to their cluster of classmates, the boys who’d chosen to participate in the game.

However, the mood in Class Eighteen was quite somber.

Logan frowned as he looked at the boys in his class, frustration evident in his voice. “Guys, are you really that scared? We’re a class of over twenty boys, and only Oberon and I have the guts to step up?”

Counting Percival, they were still short of two players.

“Well… we’re afraid of losing…” A boy mumbled weakly. “We aren’t exactly known for our skills in basketball. If we lose, Mr. Ellington and Ms. Vivienne would have to kneel down to that jerk in public.”

After he finished speaking, he shot nervous glances at Percival and Vivienne.

“We can’t just lose without even trying!” Oberon was nearly livid with the cowardice displayed by his classmates.

Where had the spirit of Class Eighteen gone?

But the boys just looked at each other, still hesitant to step forward.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

The students of Class Eighteen turned to look in surprise as a girl with short hair and a rather unremarkable appearance stepped forward. She was wearing a loose–fitting sports uniform and sporting silver–rimmed glasses. She addressed Percival amid the surprised stares of her classmates.

“Mr. Ellington, can girls play too?”

“Do you know how to play basketball?” Percival asked, eyeing her doubtfully.

Vivienne gave the girl a once–over. She remembered her name was Anna. An average–looking girl with middling grades. Anna was practically invisible in Class Eighteen.

The only thing that made her stand out was her height. She was at least 5’8” and was always seated at the back of the class, often tucked away in the shadows whenever Vivienne visited.

had any impression of

stepped forward, it took everyone by surprise. The entire class looked at her with

the nearby basket and dribbled it all the way to the three–point line. She jumped up,

causing a stir among the students of Class Eighteen,

okay?” Anna asked

Percival nodded in approval, having noticed

mix of awe and frustration as he glared at the boys of Class Eighteen. “Are you guys

boys of Class

then.” Vivienne said with

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to look at her

Oberon looked at her skeptically, the same doubt he had for Anna reflected in his

up a basketball and spun it on her finger, cocking her head to look at Oberon. “You don’t

Vivienne was smiling, Oberon

not what I meant.” He quickly waved his hands, not daring to voice any

Ms. Vivienne, what position will

guard?” Vivienne suggested with a

offense. They didn’t need to be particularly tall, but they did need to have excellent control over the game

Oberon were skeptical but didn’t voice their doubts. Anna seemed

being fond of Vivienne, wouldn’t have objected even if she

the positions. Percival was the small forward, Logan was the power forward, Oberon was the center, Anna was the shooting guard, and

team.

Tristan from Class One walked onto the court with his four–man team and saw the lineup

in your class a bunch of wimps?” Tristan couldn’t help but scoff. “You even have two girls on your team? And isn’t Vivienne a teacher? Is

just thought it would be too easy to beat

talking tough.” Tristan sneered, then turned to his own team. “If you guys lose to a team with two girls, don’t ever tell anyone you