In the empty gymnasium, the sound of basketball and the sound of sneakers rubbing against the ground echoed. A group of boys wearing blue and red jerseys are engaged in a fierce battle.
The National High School Basketball League is about to start. And this competition is the final selection competition within the school, and the winning team can represent the school in the national league.
The two sides of the competition were Su Rourou's Class One and Six, and Han Xuefei's Class Four.
A large group of students had already surrounded the court, most of them were girls.
That group of girls can be roughly divided into two gangs, one of which is Luo Yichen's fans, and the other is Ke Shaoze's fans.
Luo Yichen's fan group is headed by Su Rourou. However, she obviously didn't want to be his fan, she was completely forced by him.
Just the night before the competition, the perverted Luo Yichen gave her a new "order".
"Tomorrow's basketball game, you must come. Remember to cheer me up and bring me water."
Then, she was forced to appear here, and was forced to shout along with Luo Yichen's brainless fans: "Come on, Luo Yichen! Come on, Luo Yichen!"
Well, in fact, she is completely fake, purely lip-syncing.
She looked enviously at Ke Shaoze's fan group, but she actually wanted to join that side.
There is an idiom called "the body is in Cao Ying and the heart is in Han".
Lan Xi'er stood behind her and poked her on the back: "Hey, I came to the fan club to make up for you especially for you!"
There is also an idiom called "speaking insincerely".
"I see, Xi'er treats me the best..." Su Rourou said weakly.
Luo Yichen seemed to be in a particularly good state today, with a slight smile on his normally paralyzed face, and he kept looking towards the fans while running on the court.
He grabbed the opponent's seven rebounds in a row and made several three-pointers, all in one go.
"Wow, Luo Yichen is great! Come on, Luo Yichen!" Luo Yichen's brainless fans were very excited.
Contrary to him, Ke Shaoze's status was obviously offline.
That's all because, the head of his fan club, he would have nightmares just by looking at it... Han Xuefei!
"Ke Shaoze, come on! Ke Shaoze, come on!" Han Xuefei was wearing a miniskirt, full of energy, and shouted the slogan very energetically and very loudly.
It was fine if she didn't yell, but after yelling, Ke Shaoze's feet went limp, and he was almost pushed to the ground.
Ke Shaoze's brainless fans suddenly became nervous: "Ke Shaoze come on! Ke Shaoze stand up!"
Ke Shaoze struggled to get up from the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he searched the cheerleaders, and finally saw the peaceful figure of An Yirou.
She stood at the last of the cheerleading team, on the dividing line between Luo Yichen and his support team, with a smile on her lips, quietly watching the field.
Sensing Ke Shaoze's gaze on An Yirou, Su Rourou lowered her eyes a little lonely.
In the past, she didn't have any thoughts about An Yirou, but since she noticed her subtle thoughts, she disliked her less and less.
And Han Xuefei domineeringly pushed aside the crowd, and walked in front of An Yirou.
She crossed her hips, raised her chin and squinted at An Yirou: "Hey, are you An Yirou?"
An Yirou nodded calmly without changing her expression.
Han Xuefei snorted coldly, with perceptive contempt in her eyes: "If you don't like Ke Shaoze, please don't occupy the latrine, okay?"
As soon as she said this, the girls around immediately whispered to each other.
I have to say that although her words were rude, they were... sharp to the point.
Even Su Rourou felt that it was refreshing to hear it. Because, this is exactly what she wanted to say to An Yirou, and probably what most brain-dead fans wanted to say to An Yirou.
An Yirou smiled lightly and said softly, "Excuse me, what is your position to warn me?"
As soon as these words came out, the expression on Han Xuefei's face was a little stiff, but she quickly returned to Queen Fan: "I, I will warn you in my name, Han Xuefei! How about it? Do you accept it?"
Ke Shaoze's brainless fans were enthusiastic and expressed their support.
"That's it!"
"Don't give hope to others if you don't like it!"
An Yirou's face was pale, her small lips were tightly pressed, and her body trembled slightly.