Jing Huan is the most incomprehensible of the small movements on the court. In the high school, there will be someone who deliberately stretched his foot in the game, Gao Zixiang, and he and Gao Zixiang stepped back on the opponent's countless feet.

It’s childish but useful, and the man won’t dare to play with them anymore.

There are so many people around watching, the boys feel embarrassed, get up and want to find the way back to the Huai, but stand in front of Jing Huan, blocking his half shoulders, it is a protective posture.

"To brother, he is a foul." The boy gritted his teeth. "Don't say anything... What about the free throw?"

He was yelling at him: "When you hit the person, you are tired of using it. Are you starting to learn to fall?"

"Fake..." The man groaned and then angered. "Fake a fart! It is him who hit me!"

"On both of you..." to Huaihuan, "He hit you?"

Jing Huan: "?"

To Huaizhi’s words, the person who came to help the boy was a glimpse. He looked down at Jinghuan and looked back at the brawny.

The body of Jing Huan is not really thin in the boys, but it is much weaker than the strong man.

Thinking of the people around me, a few people coughed and released the hand that supported the brawny.

"Forget it, little things, playing basketball is easy to be awkward." Someone round, "Continue."

"Oh..." The brawny whispered a low sentence, but he also knew that it was impossible to make a fuss. "Forget it."

When Jing Huan was about to return to his original position, he was caught by his arm.

"You go back to the previous position."

"No," Jing Huan insisted. "I am going to play guard..."

The voice just fell, and Huai suddenly reached out to him.

The boy's hand moved up his head for a while, and he was afraid of soiling his hair. Finally, he covered him on the back and pushed him forward with a little effort.

"Go back," said Huai, "obedient."

"..."

The hand to Huaizhi is very large, and the velvet top is thin, and it can clearly feel the warmth of his palm, spreading from the spinal cord to the whole body.

This hand just swayed on his head...do you want to do it?

I don’t want to think about it, others are already urging, he’s coming back, “...you know.”

Because of the disparity in the score, and a little episode just now, the opponents lost their fighting spirit. In the last quarter, almost all of them were scored in Jinghuan, and the final score was won.

Jing Huan went to the bench and took a towel to wipe the sweat. He smiled at the side of Huai's smile: "Schoolmaster, is that man really a basketball team? How do I feel that it is not enough to fight, even Lu Wenhao is not terrible."

To the approval of Huai's approval: "I can't. It should be the school coach to see him in good shape, want to practice him."

Speaking of this, Jing Huan remembered what happened just now.

Wiping the sweat to Huai, picking up the mineral water is about to be unscrewed, and the wrist is suddenly caught by the people around him.

Followed by the shampoo's fragrance mixed with a touch of sweat, drilling into his nose.

He turned his head in confusion, and saw the people around him make a mess to him, followed by the other hand to grab the t-shirt, and straighten up.

The boys’ skin is whiter than many girls, and there are traces of sweat on them.

Jing Huan inhales gently, and the faint abdominal muscles are revealed.

"Schoolmaster, you just looked down on me when you just got it," Jing Huan said earnestly. "I also have abdominal muscles, although it is not so obvious..."

After watching it for a few seconds, he recovered his gaze stiffly.

"Well," he controlled the speed of speech. "You are better than him."

"That's a must, I can just dunk on his head."

Jing Huan felt that something was wrong.

To Huaizhi, how does it sound like a child?

He moved his lips and wanted to say something. A bottle of unopened mineral water was handed over to him.

The girls wore long sleeves and short skirts, tied with two ponytails, and they were still fragrant, looking at Jinghuan with a look of shame.

"Schoolmaster..." She blinked. "This is for you."

It is unusual for the two girls to send water to the two people. When they first went to the first year of the year, they wanted to give the line to Huai, and they had to wait in the middle of the semester. This phenomenon gradually disappeared.

To Huai's lips, now this situation, he is like a light bulb.

Jing Huan raised his eyes and smiled: "Thank you, but no, I have water."

"You have already drunk, I saw it." The girl blushes and said, "This is what I just bought, or ice."

"Sorry, I don't like to drink ice water." Jing Huan pointed her chin with only half a bottle of water left on the bench. "And I have a bottle here."

Girl: "But that is to the seniors..."

"We have a good relationship, don't care about that, and they all mix and drink." Jing Huan didn't talk nonsense. He often had the same bottle of water with Lu Wenhao, and his mouth didn't touch the cup. "Is it a senior?"

To the eyes of Huai, it’s only half a sigh: "... um."

After the girl left, Jing Huan licked her lips, not to say that it was okay, and he said that he really felt a little thirsty.

He looked around and there was no water that had not been opened.

Seeing his little movement, he asked Huai: "Thirsty?"

"Slightly," Jing Huan licked his stomach. "That, I’m going to go, I have to go to the school gate to eat something."

Looking at his movements, he frowned at Huai: "You didn't have breakfast?"

"Not yet, I originally planned to go back and make up." Jing Huan finished, picked up the mobile phone on the bench, "play the ball together next time, the senior."

"Wait." Called Huai, "Go, I invite you."

Without waiting for his reaction, he explained to Huaizhi, "When it is a reward for taking me to win."

Ten minutes later, the two walked side by side into the Huangji Chicken Hotel near the school.

The idea for Huaizhi is very simple. He asked Jing Huan to have a meal and help him save a little living expenses.

"Schoolmaster, this yellow pheasant is especially delicious!" Jing Huan opened the chopsticks and handed it to him. "I often order this takeaway."

To Huaihuan, I took the chopsticks: "I know, someone told me."

Jing Huan nodded: "The man has a real eye."

To Huai: "..." This can boast of yourself.

I ate a few mouthfuls and thought of something to Huai: "How much was the night at the resort where you lived last time? I transferred the room rate to you."

Jing Huan raised his eyes: "Ah? No, it was Lu Wenhao's treat, I didn't spend money."

The tour of the resort is indeed a guest of Lu Wenhao. The premise is that Jing Huan gave him a pair of limited edition sneakers on his birthday. Only a few hundred pairs in the world. Lu Wenhao saw tears in his eyes and almost recognized him as a beggar.

Nod to the Huai nod.

After eating and drinking, Jing Huan took the soup while taking out the mobile phone and skillfully typing with one hand.

I felt the vibration from my pocket and stopped at the chewing action of Huai.

After a few seconds.

嗡, 嗡, 嗡...

It was shaken twice again.

To Huai's look is subtle, take out the phone.

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