The next day, the accomplishment of AUP's annual sports event had spread across the social media, with the victorious teams in each sport being announced in the media. However, it is not surprising for the AUP, given its reputation as a prestigious university in the Philippines, known for having great teams in the field of volleyball and basketball. That's why it was not surprising to knew that it is also known in neighboring countries like Japan, South Korea, some South-East Asian country like Indonesia and Malaysia, and especially Russia where it actually came from.
Meanwhile, the recent commotion occurred yesterday at the stadium had also spread all over the campus and immediately became a gossip. Apparently, as the president's daughter was directly involved, the committee didn't give it an attention. Moreover, the commotion wasn't seen as some sort of defiance against the rules and regulations of the campus, rather it's just a misunderstanding among other people.
Currently, the campus is preparing for its following event, led by the Supreme Student Council (SSC). They were decorating the campus for the upcoming National Reading Month, which usually happen during the first week of November. The situation might be complexed to think, but that's not a problem with the SSC. They've already planned it a month before the event, so they had nothing more to think about.
While being occupied, Eugene have thought about the gossip spreading the campus. "Do you guys know what exactly happened yesterday on the stadium?" he asked. "I couldn't watch the game, so I don't know." His sudden utterance had drawn the attention of other members.
The president, Elinor replied, "Just forget about it."
"We're not supposed to talk about that stuff right now and right here," she added, her tone laced with skepticism, shifting her attention at Eugene. "Unless you want to be dropped out."
Eugene shrugged his shoulder, startled by what Elinor said. "As I said...," he uttered, avoiding Elinor's gaze.
He let out a sigh. "Ugh! I wish to be like her," he murmured, but Elinor was still able to hear it.
She glared at Eugene, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. "Shut the fuck up, and just do your job!" she hollered, alarming Eugene and the other members.
"Just stop murmuring anymore!" someone said in a barely audible voice. "Don't embroiled us with your stupidity!"
"Enough… I'm in a good mood today, so don't provoke me," Elinor cut in.
The secretary, Ella asked, "Why, Pres? Did something good happen to you?"
"Someone volunteered to buy the books we'll be selling at the event," Elinor replied.
"Wow, that's nice, Pres!" said Ella. "We can now focus on other things for the event."
"Yeah... and moreover, he's also donating some books," Elinor concurred. "So, we might get a lot of sales which will benefit our charity program," she added. "Hopefully there's more like him who's willing to donate."
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At the campus's Plaza; Xavion, a top-notch varsity athlete, played basketball with his gang.
"Bro, catch!" Lance yelled, throwing the ball to Xavion.
He sprinted, caught it, and positioned himself at the three-point arc, calculating his distance from the hoop. His eyes followed the ball's trajectory as he effortlessly swung his arm and shot. The ball swished through the net precisely, ending the game. Afterward, they rested on a bench. And while they're resting, Lance mentioned the rumor circulating on campus.
"By the way bro... have you already heard the rumors? It's all over the campus right now!" Lance asked.
"No," Xavion replied. "What's the matter with that?" he asked.
"You know Caspian, right? The volleyball athlete?" Xavion nodded in agreement. "His team won yesterday's event, and that guy messed up on the stadium!" Lance explained.
"Imagine, being beaten by a girl in front of other people," Lance added, laughing uncontrollably. "That's so embarrassing, bro!"
Everyone burst into laughter after hearing what Lance said, except Xavion who's seems looks annoyed.
"Shut the fuck up, you asshole!" Xavion hollered, making everyone stopped at laughing.
"Bro, chill! We're not your enemy here!" said Lance, trying to calm Xavion down.
Xavion let out an instantaneous disdainful "Tch!"
"Bro, why are you getting mad?" Lance complained, puzzled by the situation. "I didn't say anything bad, am I right, guys?" Lance asked, glancing at their gangs for their confirmation.
"Yeah, yeah! That's right!" They chimed in unison, but they were stunned when Xavion glared at them evilly. "You will shut your mouth or I'll kill you?" he warned, leaving them speechless for a few moments, waiting for him to speak again.
"Do you know what you said, Lance?" Xavion asked, but that's not for Lance to answer. "That's fucking sexism, you dumbass!" he bellowed, throwing an empty plastic bottle at Lance.
"Hey, that hurts!" Lance cried, but Xavion's expression remained unyielding. "And how did it become sexism?" Lance asked, while rubbing the part of his head that was hit by the bottle. "I'm talking about Caspian, a fucking man, bro!"
"I wasn't informed that man was already covered by sexism."
"You're fucking idiot!" Xavion retorted. "Tell me why it's embarrassing to be beaten by a woman?" Xavion asked, but Lance couldn't answer. "See, you don't know!"
"Because you're saying that a woman is inferior to a man, that they will not be superior to men, you fucking bastard!" Xavion exclaimed.
"S-sorry, bro!" Lance apologized. "I just found it funny because it seems unusual for a woman to beat a man, that's all!" he explained, stuttering as he spoke.
"Just watch your words next time, bro, and to drive the point home... you should've praised that Caspian guy for not laying a hand on a girl," said Xavion, his deep and serious voice commanding attention.
"Because if you're going to ask me, I would rather be beaten by a woman than beat a defenseless woman," he added, making Lance and the others nodded in agreement.
Xavion stood up, passing the ball at Lance. "Let's do one more game," said Xavion, His voice is calm now.