My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities

Chapter 16: Sixteen, Challenge Chapter 16: Sixteen, Challenge Song Yan Ning arched an eyebrow at Ling Yu, a slight curve forming at her lips. She hadn’t expected such a coincidence, that the grandson of Grandpa Yang’s old friend was actually Ling Yu.

“Grandpa Yang, hello!” Ling Yu stepped forward, politely greeting Yang Lisheng, while glancing at Song Yan Ning standing next to him, his brow slightly furrowing. She was the ugliest girl he had ever seen, but her eyes were beautiful, giving him a feeling of déjà vu. However, he couldn’t recall where he had seen her before.

Yang Lisheng smiled and nodded, “You’ve grown so much. Last time I saw you, you were about Xiao Ning’s size.” He and Mr. Ling, although living in the same city, seldom visited each other, but they frequently talked over the phone.

“Xiao Yu, take your sister out to play. She’ll be in the same school as you from now on, so you must take good care of her,” Mr. Ling turned his head and said to Ling Yu. He was aware of Song Yan Ning’s situation; it was really pitiful how the child was treated by her parents as an outcast just because of her looks, but fortunately, the Old Yang couple always treated her with great care and affection.

“Okay,” Ling Yu nodded, then turned to Song Yan Ning, “Let’s go play in the yard.” Although he didn’t find Song Yan Ning appealing, he didn’t dislike her.

No sooner had he spoken than his pocket vibrated with the ring of his phone.

He took out his phone and saw it was from Heizi. He had arranged to play basketball with Heizi today, but he hadn’t expected his grandfather’s friend to visit.

He pressed the call button and said, “Heizi, my family has guests, so I can’t play basketball today. You’ll have to find someone else.”

“Boss Ling, we’ve run into some trouble here. Those guys we beat last time want to challenge us to a rematch, and this time they’ve brought a senior from the Shangling Middle School basketball team. His skills are pretty good, and specifically, he wants to challenge you. Can you make it?”

Ling Yu’s expression darkened as he glanced at Song Yan Ning next to him, “I got it. Wait for me.” How could he back down when the challenge was brought to his doorstep?

After hanging up, he went to the living room to grab a basketball and said to Mr. Ling, who was chatting with Yang Lisheng, “Grandpa, Heizi and the others are in some trouble. I must go.”

“Then take your sister with you,” Mr. Ling nodded. Old Yang was treating him for an illness, and Song Yan Ning would surely be bored alone, plus the basketball court wasn’t far. Moreover, Xiao Yu was a sensible child who would likely protect Song Yan Ning well.

Song Yan Ning, “I’m going to play basketball. Do you want to come along?” He didn’t really want to take Song Yan Ning with him,

Yang Lisheng, and

Yu bringing Song

and asked. Many girls at the school had crushes on Ling Yu, yet he paid them no mind—and now he was accompanied

granddaughter,” Ling Yu briefly introduced her, his gaze sharp as he looked

too scared to show up,” a teenage boy with a few pimples on his face stepped out of the crowd, looking

get started,” Ling Yu said, subtly leaping up and tossing the basketball over the

basketball dropped neatly

“Boss Ling is mighty!”

expected of Boss Ling, immediately putting the opponents

group looked on at

turned to join Heizi’s group, “Let’s show them what

spirits. With Boss Ling there,

his friends looked uncomfortable. The shot Ling Yu had just made was two to three meters beyond the three-point

Yu had left him in awe, and he wasn’t sure how confident Zhao Feng could be

silence Zhang Jifei, “Don’t worry, I’m not easily beaten, get ready.” As the captain of the Shangling Middle School basketball team, he couldn’t believe that he wouldn’t be able to beat a

Ning wandered off to the side and took a seat on a

with Heizi and his crew, Ling Yu took their

who was sneering at him, a confident smirk forming on Ling Yu’s own lips, “I’m winning this game!” He didn’t even consider Zhao Feng

Feng let out a scornful laugh, “Let’s wait