At this time, another slim and tall figure appeared, it was the school belle Murong Yan.
She was wearing a set of white sportswear, white sneakers, her black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her charming face was filled with the youth and confidence of a girl.
She went straight to the basketball court.
Those teenagers who were playing vigorously stopped their movements and looked at their goddess Murong Yan with admiration.
Murong Yan greeted them generously, and then asked with a charming smile, "I wonder if I can join your battle group?"
"Naturally." A boy replied hastily, "We are very happy."
Murong Yan's eyes fell on Min Gang, and she waited expectantly for him to speak—
But Min Gang's eyes fell on Yang Zimei who got up and left.
Murong Yan's self-esteem was completely hurt, she gritted her teeth slightly, staring at Yang Zimei's lightly leaving figure, her delicate face was slightly distorted.
Watching Yang Zimei go away, Min Gang suddenly felt like a discouraged ball, lost interest and lost all interest, so he threw the basketball in his hand to a partner, and said lazily, "Go on, I'm a little thing."
After finishing speaking, he trotted to catch up with Yang Zimei.
"Come on, Murong Yan, let's continue playing." A boy threw the ball to Murong Yan and said.
Murong Yan slammed the ball on the ground, snorted coldly, and went home angrily, leaving those boys with regretful faces.
"Student Yang Zimei, where are you going now?" Min Gang caught up with Yang Zimei and asked.
"Go home." Yang Zimei looked at him in surprise and said.
"Where do you live?"
"Yanjiang Road."
"I thought you lived here." Min Gang's tone was a little disappointed, and then he opened his mouth and said, "The scenery along Yanjiang Road is good, and I often go there for running."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Because he lied, Min Gang scratched his head in embarrassment.
His embarrassment was so cute, it reminded Yang Zimei of being embarrassed all the time, and suddenly wanted to reach out and touch his sweaty forehead hair.
However, just thinking about it.
"I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going home." Feeling a bit awkward, Yang Zimei waved.
"Yanjiang Road is not far from here, and there is no direct bus, I will take you there with a bicycle." Min Gang said hastily.
Yang Zimei blinked at him—
Perhaps because he felt that he was too familiar and enthusiastic, Min Gang became embarrassed again, Yanhong burned from the ears to his face, and explained in an attempt to conceal: "We are all classmates, and it is getting dark now, you are walking alone as a girl Not safe."
Yang Zimei smiled, her black eyes like stars were filled with a smile, it made Min Gang's heart lake feel like someone dropped a small stone, constantly arousing waves of ripples.
He looked at her nervously, worried that she would say no.
"Okay!" Yang Zimei replied generously, with a cheerful voice.
To be able to sit in Min Gang's car was a long-cherished wish in her last life.
However, in the last life, the Min Gang she saw drove a luxury Mercedes-Benz, and her dream was to be able to sit in that passenger seat one day.
Although it is a bicycle now, it still gives her a sense of satisfaction that her wish has been fulfilled, and he invited her on his own initiative.
Min just asked her to wait and ran home. In less than five minutes, he came out on a blue bicycle. He also changed the sweaty jersey and put on another blue sportswear.
The bicycle stopped in front of her, and Min Gang put his slender legs on the ground and said to her with a smile: "Please get on the bike, this is my super BMW."
Yang Zimei's heart skipped a beat again, she jumped into the back seat of the car briskly—
Min Gang whistled happily, stepped on the wheels, and drove her happily on the road—