Specific gravity

50% off!The Xiaozhaobu cold water bath fishing is successful, and there will be major progress in the next two chapters!

Wednesday afternoon, Harbor University basketball court.

Cen Baiyan made a beautiful jump shot, and the three-pointer went into the basket steadily, establishing the final victory.

The auditorium was full of cheers, there were girls from any school who came to cheer for Cen Baiyan, and the small half of the audience was filled.

"Nice! Brother Yan is amazing!"

Cen Baiyan and his excited teammates clapped hands one by one, and couldn't help but glance off the field.

——Am I handsome just now?Is the expression okay?

——The cripple is a little nearsighted, he couldn't see clearly, right?

His eyes searched for Xuan Zhao who was sitting in the second row. Xuan Zhao was wearing a mask, and the black cloth covered the lower half of his face, and he gave him a thumbs up amidst the surging screams and cheers.

Why are you wearing a mask?I can't even see his expression clearly, it's strange.

Cen Baiyan was quite upset at first, and he agreed to come to see him for the game today, but the lame man was late, and he limped out more than ten minutes after the game started.

So he pointed to his ears and made a gesture of taking off the mask. Xuan Zhao shook his head lightly, and Cen Baiyan gave him a stare, indicating to hurry up.

Xuan Zhao had a helpless expression, raised his hand to pull off his mask, and mouthed "Come on" to Cen Baiyan.

Cen Baiyan keenly caught Xuan Zhao's pale lips, and only then did he notice why the lame man's complexion is so bad today, there are bruises around his eyes, and there seems to be abnormal flushing on his cheeks.

He frowned, and just as he was about to look for Xuanzhao, Luo Xiaoxiao, who was wearing a cheerleading skirt, trotted over and said happily: "Bo Yan, you are so good today, especially the last three points, I was dumbfounded." .”

Cen Baiyan didn't have the heart to talk to her, so he said "It's okay", and strode straight to Xuanzhao's side.

Xuan Zhao stood up slowly from the chair while supporting his crutches.The plastic chairs on the court were too short, and they were too close to the front row, so they couldn't straighten their legs. Xuanzhao's legs were terribly numb after sitting with his knees bent for so long.

"The main force of the School of Architecture is so handsome! Do you have a girlfriend? I think he should be a scumbag."

Two little girls came out from inside, Xuan Zhao turned sideways to let them pass first.

"Let me just say handsome, a freshman. I heard that the director of the school's entertainment department is asking about his WeChat account, and that Luo Xiaoxiao, the champion of this year's freshman dance competition, is also interested in him, and even posted on Moments to show off his relationship with him." Let's have dinner together. Does it matter if it's scum or not? For sure, with so many beauties hooking up, who can hold on—"

The whispering sound stopped suddenly.

"Scumbag" Cen Baiyan stood in the row below: "You two, please keep your voice down."

The two little girls were startled, blushing and trot away.

Xuanzhao burst into laughter, Cen Baiyan was speechless, pursed his lips and said, "I don't know anyone from the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment, and Luo Xiaoxiao, she is the team manager. A group of us went out for dinner. Eat alone with her."

Xuan Zhao was stunned for half a second, then rolled his eyes and smiled even more happily.

Cen Baiyan felt sick again after explaining, why did he talk to the cripple, as if he was really an unruly scumbag?

"What are you laughing at?" Cen Baiyan became more and more annoyed as he thought about it. He leaned his upper body forward and supported the back of the front seat with both hands. "I just scored a goal and I haven't seen you smiling so happily."

"You've been wronged." Xuan Zhao said helplessly.

His voice sounded stern, and his face was obviously sick, Cen Baiyan frowned: "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Xuan Zhao said, "It's just a cold, it's okay."

The nasal voice was so heavy that it was as if he couldn't breathe. It was not just a "slight cold". Cen Baiyan raised his chin: "Take off the mask and let me see."

Xuan Zhao took half a step back: "What should I do if the infection is passed on to you?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Cen Baiyan raised his hand to take off Xuanzhao's mask, but Xuanzhao turned his head to hide. Cen Baiyan supported the back of the seat with one hand, jumped to Xuanzhao's row, and grabbed Xuanzhao's hand——

So hot!

"What the hell did you burn to?"

Cen Boyan let out a low growl, and touched Xuan Zhao's forehead with the back of his hand, it was hot.

"It's okay," Xuan Zhao managed to stand still with his crutches, "38 degrees six, I took the medicine last night."

"Then why are you here? Do you know it's raining outside?" Cen Baiyan frowned and said, "Do you know it's below zero today?"

"I promised you to come," Xuan Zhao sniffed, "You will definitely be angry if I don't come."

"I said you're a cripple." Cen Baiyan breathed out, looking into Xuan Zhao's dark eyes, he couldn't say anything serious, "Call me and say it, and it's over?"

"I also want to watch your game." Xuan Zhao pressed his palm against Cen Baiyan's chest, and gently pushed, "Stay away from me, so as not to infect you."

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and coughed a few times, revealing a pale side of his neck.

Where is his scarf?

Only then did Cen Baiyan notice that Xuanzhao was still wearing his own ragged padded jacket, and he knew how to wear a scarf in the past. In such a cold day today, if he went out with his neck bare, would he survive the cold?

His old scarf is here with Cen Baiyan, why doesn't he know how to wear the new scarf bought for him?

"Where's the scarf?" Cen Baiyan asked.

After Xuanzhao coughed, he didn't forget to take a few steps away from Cen Baiyan: "It's in the locker outside the court, No. 14, don't forget to take it, take it home to your sister tomorrow."

An unknown fire burst into flames, and Cen Baiyan was furious all of a sudden. Didn't he say he understood?

"Xuan Zhao," Cen Baiyan stared into Xuan Zhao's eyes, "Are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid with me?"

"Huh?" Xuan Zhao hoarsely said, "What?"

His teammates called him off the court: "Bo Yan, what are you doing!"

"Who is that person?" Luo Xiaoxiao sensed an indescribable ambiguity in the atmosphere between them, and asked sensitively.

Chen Wei put on his coat: "My tutor also knows Bai Yan."

"Teacher?" Luo Xiaoxiao muttered suspiciously, and then shouted, "Bo Yan, everyone is waiting for you!"

"Your friend is looking for you," Xuan Zhao coughed twice, waved his hands and said, "You go, I'm going home too."

Cen Boyan said nothing, grabbed Xuanzhao's wrist with a cold face and strode out. Xuanzhao let out a low cry, and the crutch made a shrill sound when it was pulled on the ground.

He couldn't keep up with Cen Baiyan's fast pace, and was almost half-dragged by Cen Baiyan into the men's bathroom. Cen Baiyan pulled him into a cubicle, and slammed the door with a "bang", Xuanzhao's back was against the door panel, and his chest heaved slightly , breathlessly asked: "Bo Yan, what's wrong?"

Cen Boyan: "."

He didn't know what was wrong with him, why he was so angry suddenly, it was as if Xuan Zhao'an had put an iron plate in his heart, and he was roasting the iron plate with a small fire. A heart constricted.

"You should be happy that you won the game," Xuan Zhao asked cautiously, with the hard door behind him and Cen Baiyan, whose face was sinking like water, trapped in this small space, "Did I make you angry?"

Cen Boyan didn't answer, he took off Xuanzhao's obstructive mask and threw it into the trash can without any explanation. Xuanzhao blew his red nose, took out a stack of tissues from his pocket, covered his mouth and nose and said, "Throw away my mask What are you doing?"

Cen Baiyan snatched the wad of tissues again and threw it into the trash can.

"You." Xuan Zhao was puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"

"You don't wear the clothes I bought for you, you don't wear the scarves I bought for you," Cen Baiyan stared at Xuan Zhao's white and dry lips, his voice was low and hasty, "You are going to rely on a mask and a stack of torn papers For the winter, right?"

Xuan Zhao was slightly stunned. He was very close to Cen Boyan. Cen Boyan was wearing a thin jersey, and he could even vaguely see the shape of his muscles when his chest rose and fell. Very special androgen smell.

"You're so smart," Cen Baiyan lowered his head, forcing Xuanzhao to look at him, "Don't say you can't see that those clothes are for you."

Xuan Zhao was stunned for a long time, then turned his head to one side, enduring the urge to cough violently, his voice hoarse: "Can you leave me alone?"

Cen Baiyan didn't speak.

"I know you regard me as a very poor friend," Xuan Zhao deliberately misinterpreted Cen Baiyan's intentions, and every word he uttered was filled with just the right amount of depression and bitterness, "You don't need to take care of me too much, I won't be poor I can’t afford to eat or wear clothes.”

——So he thought I was helping the poor.

Cen Boyan's throat choked.

"Don't worry about me anymore," Xuan Zhao couldn't bear it any longer, and coughed while covering his mouth with his hand, "cough cough cough. Those clothes are too expensive, I can't afford them. The scarves and hats I bought last time I have worn it, and it has been rewashed. Ahem."

"Others can get a pennant for charity, but I will be abused by you for doing charity, right?" Cen Baiyan burst into a foul language and sneered, "Okay, Xuanzhao, if I continue to worry about you, I will be with you surname!"

Cen Baiyan raised his foot and kicked the door panel hard, and the fragile plastic panel made a loud "bang".

Xuan Zhao coughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, opened the door of the compartment, and left in embarrassment on crutches.