Wrong size clothes

After Su Zhe joined the school basketball team, he became the forward of the basketball team. He would participate in every game in the district or city.

There are many people who watch him play, but what he wants to see is only someone watching him admire, which is why he joined the school team. . .

Tomorrow there will be a school-to-school match between school and school A, and all school teams will go to the stadium for training in the afternoon

When Su Zhe returned to the classroom after wiping his sweat from training in the gym in the afternoon, he saw Cheng Mo making it on the table with a small cake in front of him. Cheng Mo's eyes lit up when he saw him.

"It just so happens that you are back. In order to bless your success in the league tomorrow, I just bought a cake for you from the grocery store... Uh, that, I just couldn't help but take a bite, sorry, I took mine Cut off."

Cheng Mo said this in embarrassment, and there were still some cake stains on his ruddy lips. .

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Su Zhe suddenly had an urge to reach out and lick him off. .

He even bought a cake for himself, and he hasn't even given him any presents yet. .

Cheng Mo cut off a small piece and handed the big part to Su Zhe. .

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Compared with the piece given to himself, he would rather eat the piece that Cheng Mo just cut off that was stuck to his saliva. .

"Oh, don't you want to eat, then I will eat..."

Cheng Mo said that he was going to take the cake back. .

"eat"

Su Zhe has already stopped his cake with quick eyesight and quick hands, and picked up the fork Cheng Mo used to eat. .

This is the cake Cheng Mo gave him, so don't return it. .

The sweet cake melts in the mouth, Su Zhe has never felt that a cake can be so sweet, could it be the power of Cheng Mo's saliva. .

. . . .

If possible, he really wants to eat more. .

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The next day the basketball game came soon, and all the students in the school came to the stadium to watch them play the game. .

Su Zhe stood on the basketball court, surrounded by spectators. Su Zhe saw Cheng Mo in his class at a glance. The other party was looking where he didn't know, but he wasn't looking at him anyway. .

Cheng Mo's attention was not on him, and Su Zhe felt dissatisfied in his heart. It seemed that he had to let that little fool's attention turn to himself, only for himself.

Now Su Zhe can't help calling the other party's little fool every time in his heart. He likes to call him that, and every time he calls him that, his heart will soften into a ball. . .

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As the whistle sounded, the game started, and he began to devote himself to this event.

Quickly grabbing the ball, turning around neatly, and dribbling steadily, Su Zhe had the upper hand at the beginning of the game. .

The girls in the auditorium screamed and cheered for Su Zhe. . .

A school team and Su Zhe's team are evenly matched, and they have always been in a tie with each other.

In the first half, the score between Su Zhe's team and the team of school A was 8:5, and Su Zhe's team took a slight lead.

When Su Zhe went down to take a rest, he ignored some girls who were offering water so courteously, and he pretended to glance at Cheng Mo's position unintentionally.

The other party ignored him again and was talking to the girl next to him.

Su Zhe felt a suffocation in his heart, and suddenly he felt an urge to go up to separate Cheng Mo from that person in public. . .

Su Zhe was frightened by his own thoughts, what did Cheng Mo think of him. .Why does he have this weird possessiveness. .

But it hurts him to watch him talk to others. .

Hmph, he should let that little idiot see who is the most worth watching.

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In the second half, Su Zhe's horsepower was fully activated, as if it was on and off.

The movements are smooth and smooth, and the pass is so fast that the opponent can't react at all.

The teammates also cooperated very tacitly, with a clear division of labor, and the defense of the opponent was airtight. .

The screams on the court became louder and louder, and the girls kept committing nympho for the princes of the basketball team.

In the end, under Su Zhe's three-step layup, the ball went into the basket steadily, and the game ended with a score of 50:30.

Su Zhe walked back to the rest area under the girls' screams, and a large group of girls had already gathered there waiting.

"Student Su Zhe, drink some water"

"Senior, drink mine"

"Student..."

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Su Zhe walked through the crowd of passers-by with a blank face, and went to the seat to get his coat.

He glanced at Cheng Mo's position in the auditorium again.

Most of the seats over there are empty, and Cheng Moren has long since disappeared. .

Su Zhe frowned.

Hmph, it's pretty fast.

. . .

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder, and Su Zhe turned around.

Appearing in front of him was Cheng Mo with a smile on his face.

He stepped forward and stood on tiptoe to stop Su Zhe's shoulder and whispered in his ear:

"Haha, I knew you would win, congratulations."

. . .

"Yes, what is there to congratulate"

Su Zhe said unnaturally.

The opponent's arm was on his shoulder, and he felt his heart beating more intensely than during the match just now. .

"Of course congratulations, ah, I just went to buy water for you, drink some."

The arm was pulled away from his body, and a momentary sense of loss flooded Su Zhe's heart.

The person in front of him was panting slightly, his hair was sticking to his forehead with some sweat, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, as if he had just returned from a run.

He took out water from his bag and handed it to Su Zhe, and took out a bottle of water to drink himself.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, as if water droplets were falling from it.

In Su Zhe's mind, he couldn't help thinking of the piece of cake that Cheng Mo coveted yesterday. .

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By coincidence, Su Zhe stretched out his hand, snatched the water from Cheng Mo's hand, put it to his mouth and drank it in big gulps. .

It's really sweet, his taste. . .

But why did he feel that the more he drank, the thirstier he became? . .

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"Su Zhe, why are you grabbing my water!"

. . .

"Your bottle looks delicious, doesn't it?"

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