In the afternoon, after the first class, Ren Qinglin picked up the book and said to his roommate, "I'm going back to the dormitory."
Roommate: "Huh? But there will be an advanced math class later."
"Upturned."
The roommate reminded him: "The teacher of high mathematics must be named in every class."
Ren Qinglin patted his roommate's shoulder with his book, "My wife is going to be taken away, what kind of advanced math class is she taking - she's gone."
Roommate: "Hahaha."
After he finished, the roommate frowned and froze.
Wait... what did he just hear
Ren Qinglin went back to the bedroom, changed his jersey and sneakers, looked at the opposite balcony, and saw that Jane was looking in the mirror. He sent a WeChat message.
.R: Senior, let's go to the stadium together
Jian Ranran: [OK! NO lying stupid.jpg]
.R: I'll wait for you downstairs.
Jian Ran didn't let Ren Qinglin wait for a long time, and went downstairs soon. He was still wearing James' yellow jersey, with a long black coat over it, and only his fair calves were exposed.
Ren Qinglin glanced down, "Senior, you are so white."
Jian Ran felt like a thorn in her legs, "...Why is your focus always so strange."
Ren Qinglin smiled and said, "Is it an inherited aunt?"
"My parents are not fair skinned," Jian Ran said nonsense in a serious manner, "Maybe I'm not biological."
The two walked towards the field together.
On the court, the other eight people playing the game have all arrived. As the organizer, Lin Sichen is arranging for everyone to draw lots to decide the team. He saw Jian Ran and Ren Qinglin coming, and waved, "Of course, here."
"Everyone else has drawn, only the two of you are left." Lin Sichen spread out his palms, with two folded notes lying on them, "Let's draw."
Ren Qinglin glanced at the divided teams, one on each side, no matter how the draw, he and Jian Ran would not be on the same team.
Jian Ran picked one at random, opened the note and saw "A" written on it. Lin Sichen put his arms around Jianran's neck, laughed and said, "Of course, we are a couple again!"
"Who the hell is with you..." Jian Ran scolded with a smile, patted the back of Lin Sichen's hand, "Let go of Dad."
Ren Qinglin narrowed his eyes.
Before the game, Jian Ran was doing her routine warm-up, and suddenly she felt like she was being stared at. He turned his head, and the sight disappeared again.
"Of course!" Ji Yuanxi didn't know when he arrived at the stadium, and his girlfriend Xu Keke accompanied him, "Come here!"
Jian Ran trotted to the sidelines, "Why are you here?"
Xu Keke said, "Of course, you have to pay attention to the senior who wears the blue jersey No. 24."
Jian Ran followed Xu Keke's line of sight and saw a boy who was stronger than Lin Sicheng, "Who is he?"
Xu Keke: "Tang Tang's current boyfriend, Chen Wenzhou."
"… Oh."
Ji Yuanxi sighed with emotion: "The types that girls like are really ever-changing, and Jane's style is too different from that of the senior."
Xu Keke gave his boyfriend a blank look, "Unlike your men, you always like only one type, and that is young and beautiful."
Ji Yuan hoped to survive, "I didn't say that."
Jian Ran didn't want to listen to them flirting, "He's Tang Tang's boyfriend, so what?"
"The whole school knows that Tang Tang was chasing you at the beginning. Chen Wenzhou is very worried about it. He had a fight with Tang Tang last time, because he found a lot of your photos on Tang Tang's mobile phone."
Jane smiled, "you mean, he will take the opportunity to trouble me?"
Xu Keke nodded.
"No, how can a boy have so much heart." Jian Ran said, "You think too much."
Ji Yuanxi looked like an old god was there, "I just had a chat with Brother Chen, but this Chen Wenzhou took the initiative to say that he would come after hearing that you would come too. You taste it, taste it carefully."
Jian Ran still doesn't quite believe it, "Aren't you really watching "The Legend of Zhen Huan" too much?"
Xu Keke said, "Anyway, be careful."
Jian Ran nodded, "I see."
When Jian Ran returned to the court, Ren Qinglin asked him, "what's the matter?"
"It's okay." Jian Ran said casually, "is your hair a little longer, and your bangs are almost covering your eyes."
Ren Qinglin twisted a strand of hair on his forehead, "It's a little bit."
Jane thought for a while, "wait for me."
Jian Ran went to the sideline again, and when she came back, she said to Ren Qinglin, "Bend a little."
Ren Qinglin did as he was told.
Jian Ran used the head rope borrowed from Xu Keke to tie Ren Qinglin's bangs into a small tug.
"Okay," Jane admired her "masterpiece", holding back her smile, "perfect."
Ren Qinglin looked at Jian Ran innocently. Without the bangs, he is less lazy and more handsome.
"Don't like it?" Jane asked with raised eyebrows.
Ren Qinglin touched his little tug, and his tone was very similar to Ji Yuanxi who had just coaxed his girlfriend, "I like it."
At the beginning of the competition, Jian Ran and Chen Wenzhou faced each other. Chen Wenzhou had a gloomy face, completely crushing Jian Ran in terms of body shape. Jian Ran was stared so hard by him that she couldn't break through while dribbling the ball, so she had to pass the ball to Lin Sichen.
Chen Wenzhou smiled contemptuously, "So cowardly?"
Jian Ran also smiled, "Yes, I'm very cowardly, the senior is merciful."
Chen Wenzhou was obviously not satisfied with Jian Ran's attitude, and his eyes became more and more bad.
On the other side, Lin Sichen got the ball, but was caught by Ren Qinglin, who was staring at him.
Jian Ran was not as tall as Chen Wenzhou, but she reacted very quickly. She received the ball and passed by Chen Wenzhou like lightning, and faced Ren Qinglin.
Ren Qinglin smiled at Jian Ran, and suddenly reached out to intercept the ball. At this moment, the two were so close that their cheeks almost touched.
Jian Ran stepped back abruptly and distanced herself from Ren Qinglin. Ren Qinglin took advantage of the situation to intercept the ball, attacked like a broken bamboo, and stably threw the ball into the basket.
Ren Qinglin:
Jane:…
Jian Ran's teammate: ...
"However, what's the matter with you!" Ji Yuanxi shouted from the sidelines, "Don't be fascinated by his beauty, come on!"
Jane was also confused by her behavior. Boys play ball together, and the physical touch is normal. What happened to him just now? The brain is flooded again, or the sequelae of last night
Damn, it's all Ren Qinglin's fault. If he has something or nothing to say, he will make him feel weird.
Jian Ran lifted the hem of her clothes and wiped her sweat, "It was my mistake, sorry."
Lin Sichen comforted him: "It's okay, it's just a ball."
The strength of the two sides is equal, and the score has been biting tightly. Chen Wenzhou couldn't take advantage of Jian Ran, he seemed a little anxious, and he fought more and more fiercely. The situation of Ren Qinglin and Lin Sichen's group was not much better than theirs. The two seemed to be more energetic, and there was a faint smell of fire/medicine.
When grabbing the ball once, Jian Ran's flank was hit hard by Chen Wenzhou's elbow, and she immediately fell to the ground, breaking out in cold sweat.
Others gathered around, and Ji Yuanxi also ran from the sidelines. The fastest one was Ren Qinglin. He was pale and looked overly frightened. Those who didn't know it thought it was him who was injured.
Ren Qinglin helped Jian Ran up, "Senior, how do you feel?"
Jian Ran felt a little nauseous, and was speechless for a while. It took a long time to squeeze out a few words, "It's alright, just take it easy."
Lin Sichen said worriedly: "Is it really all right? Do you want to go to the school hospital to have a look?"
Chen Wenzhou sneered: "Who doesn't fall and get hurt on the court, isn't my junior so squeamish?"
Lin Sichen scolded coldly: "Chen Wenzhou, don't say a few words."
Ren Qinglin handed Jian Ran to Ji Yuanxi, stood up and looked at the tall and majestic Chen Wenzhou.
"Apologize."
Chen Wenzhou mocked, "I'm sorry, junior."
"Continue." Unlike the usual laziness and casualness, Ren Qinglin seems to have changed someone, and the coldness on his body can't help but shy away, "until I am satisfied."
Chen Wenzhou was on fire and pulled up Ren Qinglin's jersey, "Are you satisfied? Who are you? Don't be a fucking mess."
Jian Ran stood up with the help of Ji Yuanxi. He held Chen Wenzhou's forearm and said coldly, "I'm sorry, this pretty boy is mine."