Grey Foam: The Melancholy of the Cold Princess

"Are you distracted?" Leng Yixuan looked at his absent-minded look and smiled mockingly, "It's your turn to attack." He kindly reminded him.

How on earth did he score?Mu Yeying couldn't believe her eyes, she couldn't even see his movements clearly, this person is really powerful, he wasn't just talking big.This realization made Mu Yeying feel a sense of frustration, no, I can't lose!

This time it was Mu Yeying's turn to attack. He saw the opportunity and rushed forward when the basketball was transferred from Leng Yixuan's left hand to his right. Originally, he thought he would be able to grab the ball, but when he wiped himself, Leng Yixuan snatched the ball. But he shot for a layup again, and the ball went in without any suspense.

The corner of Leng Yixuan's mouth curled into a sneer, with a touch of sarcasm, as if asking, do you want to compete?

"Come again." Mu Yeying's fighting spirit was awakened, and he told himself that he must defeat him!Only in this way can he know the truth of the matter and what relationship he has with Zuo Bingxuan.

Leng Yixuan shrugged, threw the ball to him casually, and the game continued.

"How could this happen?" Yilin looked at Leng Yixuan in surprise. He could treat Mu Yeying as a transparent person and just score goals by himself. It is conceivable how strong he is, and the ball is always in his hands. Li never left.

"Brother Ying will definitely win!" Even Xu Qingling's voice was disguised to make it sound delicate and not disgusting.Leng Yixuan, just wait to lose!I want to torture you severely and repay the slap just now!

Yuan Qing ignored them and concentrated on watching their match.Bing Zuo Bingxuan has never played basketball in front of them, although she knows that she will definitely, but she never plays, now she is not sure if he is Zuo Bingxuan.Yuan Qing frowned, thinking about it.

Time passed minute by minute, but the ball was still in Leng Yixuan's hands. He seemed to have no intention of attacking, and kept circling around Mu Yeying, but no matter how Mu Yeying grabbed it, the ball seemed to be remotely controlled The same is firmly in Leng Yixuan's hands.

"Brother Ying, come on!" Seeing that they were still in a stalemate, Xu Qingling couldn't help but wipe off Mu Yeying's sweat. If this continues, Brother Ying will lose, what should I do?

Mu Yeying was sweating profusely staring at the ball in Leng Yixuan's hand. He clearly knew that Leng Yixuan was fighting a war of attrition, but he had no choice but to stop him, otherwise he might take advantage of it by surprise. Another goal.He really couldn't figure out this person, and he didn't know how he would fight next.He's always attacking out of the blue and scoring goals every time, he's just so strong.Mu Yeying had to admit.

Leng Yixuan looked at him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he threw the ball back casually, and then walked away without looking back.

"Leng Yixuan, are you scared?" Xu Qingling didn't forget to tease him at this moment.

"Listen to me clearly, it's he who's scared, not me. There's shrinking in his eyes, I can't compare with him anymore, he's a weak person." Leng Yixuan left behind those words basketball court.

Mu Yeying stood there staring blankly at the falling basketball. It bounced high again when it touched the ground. It took more than a dozen times in a row before it stopped.

Murong Han was surprised in his heart, this person is not so powerful, but he has such a great strength just by throwing it away, he is really strong!I believe that Ying also clearly saw this.