why are you forcing me to study

Despite such a flat tone, Zhou Feng trembled for some reason.

Zhou Feng looked him up and down, "What did you say?"

"Oh, I remembered," Shan Yunche tilted his head to the other side, his eyes moved down, "Left foot."

"Fuck, are you sick?"

Shan Yunche closed his eyes, ignored him, and retreated to the back field with the basketball.

Zhou Feng looked up and saw the situation clearly.

The boy standing in front of him just now was a substitute for No. [-] Middle School.

The students in No. [-] Middle School nervously observed the next game.

He Qinghui looked at the field while covering his legs.

He Qing was beating drums in his heart.

In the end, Shan Yunche... can he do it?

I have never seen him play basketball on the playground, is he trying to be brave?

He Qinghui was really worried.

I'm even more afraid that that idiot Zhou Feng will do some tricks to hurt him.

Not only He Qinghui, but other students have also seen Shan Yunche play basketball, and they have never even played with others in physical education class, so they always thought that Shan Yunche could not play basketball.

As a result, when he played, the audience was dumbfounded.

In just 2 minutes, the No. [-] Middle School scored a total of [-] points, and Yun Che alone scored [-] points.

Team Chenghai was almost blinded by his figure.

Zhou Feng couldn't keep up with his running speed at all. It didn't take long before he was sweating profusely, panting heavily on his knees, "Fuck, it's too...too fast, there's no way to guard against it."

This is simply taking down Xingyao and replacing it with a king.

Who would have thought that the substitute in No. [-] High School would be at this level.

Zhou Feng didn't even know what stupid things he did.

The audience at No. [-] Middle School and Chenghai had all expressions on their faces.

It was almost speechless.

International competitions are not so exciting.

The game is coming to an end, even if it is the king of heaven, I can't pull back this ugly score.

In fact, there was no need to struggle in the last few seconds.

Anyone with eyes knows that the overall situation is settled.

But Zhou Feng held back several mouthfuls of bad breath and couldn't swallow it.

And Shan Yunche's goal was obviously not to win the game.

Now that everything has become like this, Zhou Feng is still thinking that just like He Qinghui just now, taking the opportunity to give Shan Yunche a little bit, it can be regarded as an outlet for himself.

The game has officially entered the countdown.

The ball is still in Shan Yunche's hands.

Zhou Feng observed his posture, and no accident would follow the same route as He Qinghui.

But what he didn't know was that Shan Yunche had predicted his prediction.

Zhou Feng stared at him not far away.

Shan Yunche hugged the ball, glanced at him with downcast eyes, and smiled.

He Qinghui's heart was about to jump out.

Xu Yuan's nails were almost digging into his flesh, "What the hell, the Great Master seems to want to shoot like Brother Hui just now, what should I do? I'm so scared! After all, Zhou Feng is so despicable!"

"That's right! My God! Be careful!"

Shan Yunche was just trying to lure him into the bait.

A tooth for a tooth.

Same route, same take-off, same posture.

Shan Yunche basically reproduced He Qinghui's actions just now perfectly.

And Zhou Feng was just out of his mind, he just wanted to destroy him at the last moment, so he did the same as before, ran up with all his strength, and jumped up first.

"Ah, God, be careful!! That idiot is jumping up again!"

Even with a leg injury, He Qinghui couldn't sit still at all, so he forced himself to stand up.

Fist clenched.

No, you can't touch him!

What everyone couldn't believe was that the moment Zhou Feng was about to touch him, Shan Yunche turned sideways with the basketball in his arms and spun around in the air.

It just so happens that the basketball is accurately thrown into the basket at the last second.

Land on your feet firmly.

The basketball bounces very high.

A very nice dunk.

And Zhou Feng, because he jumped along Shan Yunche, stupidly put his center of gravity completely on the left side.

This move by Shan Yunche caught him off guard and made him land almost vertically.

The pain on the left side of my body from head to toe was so painful that I couldn't feel it.

With the referee blowing his whistle for the last time, the game finally ended.

The whole arena is amazing.

Coach Cheng Hai: "...Did that guy grow wings?"

Apart from the intense applause and screams, there are no words to express the mood at this moment.

Qiao Ze: "The master's move is really amazing. Not only did he show off his superb golf skills, but he also used a non-violent way to give Zhou Feng a hard time. It's wonderful!! The master is awesome!!!"

The game is over.

Shan Yunche took the bounced basketball and walked in front of Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng fell to the ground with a hideous face.

Zhou Feng looked at the pair of shoes in front of him, and raised his face to look at him with difficulty, "You...you fucking..."

Still human? ?

Shan Yunche still didn't say a word, just quietly looked down at him.

Being stared at by him for just a few seconds, Zhou Feng felt that he had no face to stay on the earth.

Shan Yunche then slammed the basketball to the side, turned around and prepared to go back to the court.

Lu Wenye went over to stop him, "Master, they are presenting the 'Best Player Award' over there, I want you to come over and get it, or you can..."

Shan Yunche: "I don't need it."

"Hey God..."

Don't be in vain.

After thinking about going to Lu Wenye, I still felt that it was a loss, so I decided to help him collect it first, and then find a chance for him next week.

He walked straight towards He Qinghui.

Without saying a word, she picked him up and left the gymnasium.

There was so much excitement in the Ren Gymnasium, Shan Yunche only cared about He Qinghui's foot injury.

The Chenghai audience glanced at them, "...doesn't it mean we don't need WeChat anymore?"

"Come on, hit CP directly, let me kill you!!"

Yu Chenchen turned on the screen of her mobile phone and showed it to the above. There was a line of scrolling characters on it: Sisters, welcome to the "withdraw" CP fan group, group number XXXXXX.

……

Shan Yunche carried He Qinghui back to the dormitory, opened the medicine box, applied the medicine, and squatted down to rub the red and swollen ankles for him.

The scene just now still lingers in He Qinghui's mind.

"Shan Yunche, are you...very angry?"

Yes.

He was so angry that he wanted to kill.

Shan Yunche paused, then continued to rub him, "I'm not angry with you."

He Qing knew it.

Angry at that idiot.

Seeing Shan Yunche protecting her so much, He Qing felt overjoyed in his heart, and the pain in his feet didn't seem to be that strong anymore.

So he patted his head playfully, "Not bad, if it wasn't for that idiot, I wouldn't know my boyfriend is so good at playing basketball!"

"Because it touched my bottom line."

He couldn't stand by and watch.

He Qinghui was his bottom line.

He Qinghui never thought that he would become someone's bottom line.

Obviously, he was so unrivaled on the court just now, but now he squats down in front of him so gently and rubs his ankle.

Shan Yunche gave all his tenderness to himself without reservation.

With his appearance, He Qinghui will forever engrave it in his heart.

"Boy friend."

The moment Shan Yunche raised his head, He Qinghui grabbed his collar and kissed him.

"Thank you, boyfriend."