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-8-

The next day's basketball game was held as scheduled.

When Qi Ao changed his jersey to warm up, Fang Hui walked up to him and handed him a bottle of sports drink. "Senior...Come on." The little boy smiled at him with eyes full of expectation, then lowered his head shyly and walked to the corner, starting the warm-up exercise before the game.

With Qi Ao's sensitivity, how could he fail to see that Fang Hui was interested in him.But he put all his heart and soul on Boer, and he couldn't give any leeway to others, so his attitude towards this junior was also lukewarm and selfless.

Furthermore, he thought of Burr's attitude, and remembered that he had actively "aggressed" after this period of time passed by like a sinkhole. He wanted to give the little boy a thankful smile, but he was embarrassed to find that he couldn't even lift the corner of his mouth.

"Shixun." The coach came over at this time and patted him on the shoulder: "I won't talk nonsense, this is your last game at school, I don't ask you to win glory for the school, but remember, you must Take it seriously for your own sake."

The middle-aged coach specially shaved his beard and cut his hair for today. Qi Ao looked at his blue chin and the wrinkled corners of his eyes, and suddenly felt an overwhelming apology in his heart.

"Yeah." He wanted to say sorry, for his poor performance during this period, and for the coach's training and care for him all the time, but as soon as he said it, the three words were blocked by sobs, unable to utter .

"Okay, come on." The coach gave him an encouraging smile like a father, then called all the players and began to repeat the strategy and various precautions.

Qi Ao took a deep breath, and decided to drive out all negative, lingering, and thoughts about Berr from his mind.

Now he is standing here as a main force of the school team.

His purpose is only one - to defeat the opponent.

As soon as the game whistle sounded, Qi Ao jumped up and grabbed the ball.

Rush left and right, dribbling the ball.He scored an astonishing goal in less than ten seconds.

In the auditorium, deafening cheers and screams broke out in the audience area of ​​the school.

In the next few minutes, he dunked or made three-pointers one after another. Several female students blushed with excitement and shouted his name hoarsely.

Some players shoved the back of his head excitedly, Fang Hui ran over to give him a high five, and the coach secretly squeezed his fists.

Qi Ao's heart immediately sank and became quiet, he knew that he had entered the state, and he saw Shengli bent his mouth at him.

During the intermission, the coach handed them towels and water, saying that they were in good shape in the first half, and they must continue to maintain the offensive. The forwards must not weaken their offensive, and the defense must also be defended, so that the opponents cannot take advantage of it.

The players sat in a row, some sipping water, some panting to listen to the coach's speech.Qi Ao wiped the sweat from the back of his neck, turned his face and found that Fang Hui who was sitting next to him seemed to be a little off.

"What's wrong?" Qi Ao nudged him lightly with his elbow.

Fang Hui was still sweating profusely, his brows were furrowed, and his lips were a little pale. "It's okay." He said to Qi Ao with a smile.

At this time, it happened to be about changing players, Qi Ao said directly to the coach: "Coach, Fang Hui is not feeling well, let's change."

"No, I'm fine, coach..." Fang Hui faced his increasingly pale face, and his retort seemed a little weak.

"It's likely that the leg injury has recurred." The coach said straight away, and then solemnly ordered a substitution, and called a substitute to take him to the infirmary.

Fang Hui was driven to stand up, and he gave Qi Ao a complicated look, the eye sockets were slightly wet.

"Coach, let me have a few words with him first." Qi Ao also stood up at this time.

After getting permission, Qi Ao helped Fang back to the entrance of the stadium, and said calmly: "Don't worry, I will fight hard, the champion must be ours."

Fang Hui nodded vigorously.

"Don't feel too sorry, after all, your body is more important than anything else. Take good care of your injuries, and we can still play together in the future."

"Ah."

"Do you have something to say to me?"

When the coach said the word "leg injury", Qi Ao made a clear "click" in his heart.Because of Burr, he didn't even know when a player was injured, and he felt guilty for a while. He knew that if he didn't do something, in the second half, he might lose the victory that was close at hand.So, even though he knew everything in his heart, even though it was a bit difficult to say, he still asked this sentence out of his mouth as compensation out of his apology.

Fang Hui raised his head in surprise, but then looked away.He looked flustered and hesitant.

"It's okay, you can say whatever you want." Qi Ao smiled at him as gently as possible, but when Fang Hui raised his head again, he was afraid that the other person's words might bring him more emotional fluctuations than he could do if he didn't do anything. The guilt caused, so he hurriedly added: "If you haven't figured out what to say, then wait for me to finish the game. When we win, we will go to see you together."

Fang Hui's face softened a little, he nodded obediently, and then walked towards the infirmary with the support of his team members.

Just as Qi Ao was about to turn around, a familiar figure suddenly came into sight.

Burr.

He had thought he would not come.

"Are you here?" Qi Ao asked flatly.

"How's the score?" Burr put his hand into his trouser pocket, as if he wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he immediately remembered that this was a school, so he gave up.

"It's midfield now. We're leading at 24:18." Qiao didn't let go of his every movement and expression. He saw the embarrassment hidden by Burr's indifference, so he changed the subject: "Since you're here, go in." Take a look, there are still seats in the auditorium."

Burr nodded smoothly, and followed him inside.

Qi Ao felt that the person behind him made him inexplicably hot. Although they were separated by a considerable distance, he still felt that they were too close, they were too close.

So he pretended to be considerate and quickly walked back to the sidelines, pretending that he didn't know the man behind him, that he couldn't feel the beating heartbeat in his chest, and pretending that the fighting spirit he was full of at the moment had nothing to do with him.

With his back to the auditorium, his breathing was short of breath.He didn't think there was a better moment than now, he heard the whistle, and he stepped forward with ease and power.

The hook is hollow, archery on horseback, and three-step layup.

Qi Ao yelled after scoring the 37th time, and bumped into his chest with his teammates sweaty and hard.A vigorous smile hung on the corner of his lips, and he found Berr in the boiling auditorium, and his gaze stayed for a few seconds extravagantly.

He saw Burr nod at him.

Qi Ao finally showed a satisfied smile in relief, he quickly ran to his teammates, like a boy who loves pranks, pinned down the back of their heads from behind, and then felt heartless under their "crusade" pretending to be angry grimacing, the whole person was so happy that he seemed to be fearless.

When the final whistle sounded, the score stopped at 52:36.

They took the trouble to lift everyone above their heads and toss them.The laughter of the boys filled the arena, the joy of victory is so powerful.

"Let's go, let's start the celebration banquet!"

"Coach, don't you have to show it?"

"Needless to say? Pack your things and gather at the door!"

"Oh!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Qi Ao didn't have time to change his jersey, he temporarily left the noisy group of people, ran to the last row of the auditorium, and stood in front of that person.

Boer seemed to realize at this time that Qi Ao had grown a lot, and he was already a big boy.

"I won." Qiao said.He didn't use "we" but "I".Although he was a little sorry for his teammates, in front of Burr, he admitted that he was a bad kid, a bad kid who was eager to be recognized and monopolized.

"Yeah." Burr smiled.

"There will be a celebration banquet later." Qi Ao grinned.

"Go." Bell nodded.

"What about you?" Qi Ao became distressed again.

"I have dinner too." Bell raised his hand and looked at his watch.

"With whom?" Qi Ao was a little nervous.

"Client." Berr thought for a while, then added: "A man."

Qi Ao smiled again: "Then I'll go."

"Yeah." Bell nodded again, and got up to leave.

"..." Qi Ao wanted to say something more, but he found his mind was blank.

So he hugged Burr, and then quickly let go, smiling as if he had succeeded.

"It stinks of sweat." Bell wrinkled his nose pretending to be disgusted.

Qi Ao smiled apologetically, then ran towards the door amidst the spats of his teammates.

Qiao is a very easy to satisfy person. He has labeled those days as "happiest" several times when Bell was in a better mood, but now, he overthrows them again and hangs this label until today—— Even though everything was so beautiful that it seemed to be clamoring for "falseness", he still carefully treasured this day, because every minute and every second of today is extremely worth recalling, like the sum of the previous days, it is rare to call the next moment about to cry.