Do You Mind if I Play Soccer?

It was late at night in the living room of the Music History department. Ye Qingxuan, Charles and Bai Xi stared at each other in awkward silence.

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan took the lead and asked with a serious expression, "So what can we do now?"

"Nothing." Charles scratched his head. "That *sshole from your grade was right. We’re probably dead this time."

"One-thousand points per win, five hundred each for a tie, and five hundred deducted for a loss…If we don’t find a solution, we’ll lose horribly this time. I’m okay but senior, you won’t be able to graduate!"

"…Well, it’s okay if I can’t graduate." Charles asked with some hesitation, "I’m used to it anyway. So what if I wait some more and try again next year?"