Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Fan Yi was terrified of being stared at by Ling Huang. During the 2-minute break at the end of the first quarter, he didn't dare to look at Ling Huang.

Ling Huang doesn't know much about basketball. He probably knows that their game is played in four NBA quarters with a total of 48 minutes. In the 12th minute of the first quarter, Li Yan injured his right lower arm and was targeted by Fan Yi. There were splotches of blood on the gauze. Sweating profusely, he walked to the sidelines. After the teammate's substitute took the medicine box and quickly re-wrapped him, he got up and walked in front of Ling Huang.

A salty smell of sweat mixed with heat rushed towards his face, Ling Huang frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look at him, "What are you doing?"

Li Yan pointed at himself and Ling Huang with two fingers, and wiped his neck, "What do you mean? What's going on with you and Fan Yi?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Ling Huang glanced at him, turned his head and walked a few steps outside the arena to find an open space to sit down, took out his mobile phone and swipe aimlessly.

Hearing Jiang Siyan boast that Liyan's basketball moves are very handsome, Ling Huang looked at the tall boy in a white-bottomed red-rimmed basketball jacket on the sidelines.

I saw him smiling with a little shyness, showing off when he was playing with an injury, came to question Ling Huang like a tough debt collector, but turned into a licking dog in seconds when facing the school girl?

He lowered his head and swiped his phone twice again, the smell of sweat that Ling Huang couldn't ignore approached, and something wet and cold was stuck to his face.

Ling Huang ducked to the side.

"Ice Coke, drink it." Li Yan knelt down and put the Coke on the floor next to Ling Huang, "I... I'm not asking you anything, I'm worried about you. Don't mess with Fan Yi, he's boring, I don't know How will I retaliate against you?"

Ling Huang and Li Yan looked at each other, Fan Yi was a difficult type in the eyes of the students, but in Ling Huang's eyes he was the five scum of war, but he would not tell Li Yan this.

When the opening whistle blew, Li Yan gave Ling Huang an exaggerated smile of apology, and even tilted his head, "When I win, I'll go to eat hot pot for supper, please."

"Eating again?" Ling Huang clicked his tongue, "Hurry up and go back to the game, don't bother me playing with my phone."

"Wait for me." Li Yan stretched out his big hand and scratched Ling Huang's head twice.

He turned around and ran back to the court. Ling Huang smelled the smell left on his body, and felt a little familiar no matter what.

Thinking of just arriving in this plane, the first time I saw Li Yan in the classroom, I also smelled his scent first.

In addition to the smell that normal sweat should have, there seems to be a special smell that vaguely wants to evoke some memories.

I sniffed again, what is the smell?

laundry detergent?body wash?shampoo?

Carefully distinguish whether it is a faint medicinal material or the warm fragrance of dried flowers. Where did you smell this kind of smell?

Unable to remember, Ling Huang decided to let himself go and not think about it.

Occasionally raising his eyes to look at the field, Li Yan was very eye-catching among the two teams.

He is very focused when playing, and once the ball is in his hands, he becomes fierce and abnormal, but he sticks to the rules of basketball and does not use any tricks. It can be said that he plays with strength.

Five minutes after the opening of the fourth quarter, the scores of eight out of nine out of nine were still at a stalemate. Everyone in the field seemed to be struggling physically. To Ling Huang's surprise, although Li Yan was short of breath, he could not concentrate. Instead of decreasing, he calmly commanded his teammates to pass the ball to himself.

Before the final whistle sounded, Li Yan broke through the defense and leaped to an astonishing height. The ball was dunked towards the basket on his right hand.

Ling Huang's eyes widened slightly. Ling Huang didn't care too much about the basketball entering the frame to determine the victory, but Li Yan played the ball really beautifully. The muscles all over his body were stretched and smooth, and the sweat splashed and shone brightly.

The audience cheered and cheered for Li Yan.

Jiang Siyan ran to Li Yan with the towel and sports drink, Li Yan took it with a smile, put the towel on her shoulders, turned her eyes to Ling Huang, walked over with a big stride, bent over and rubbed Ling Huang's hair, " I won!"