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Since the last attempt to curry favor with delivering snacks failed, Shi has made a decision.

The mobile phone has been vibrating non-stop since the morning. In this WeChat group chat called "Little Pepper Official Fan Group", people are constantly sharing the latest information about the A male god Luo Wenjiao.Whether it's hobbies, anecdotes, course competitions, or sneak shots, even what brand of mineral water he bought at the canteen, there are a bunch of little girls shouting and shouting, and rushing to the convenience store in a group to get the same type.

Last week, Shi became the only male fan in this group chat.This is also thanks to Fang Zhizhi, who was obsessed with Luo Wenjiao's skills when he heard about it, and enthusiastically drew him into the fan base.

Of course, the excuse of "being particularly obsessed with Luo Wenjiao" was made up at times.

With a lot of information in this group chat, Shi can find out more about Luo Wenjiao's likes and dislikes, and keep track of his itinerary at any time.By the way, implement a more long-term and effective approach plan.

At this moment, Shi Ke was already walking around the stadium several times with the orange-flavored vitamin water he bought for Luo Wenjiao.

According to the latest information in the group chat, someone just ran into Luo Wenjiao at the toilet door on the first floor of the gymnasium.Instead, he wandered the corridors for a while, feeling like a wretched stalker.

In the end, Shi still followed the two screaming and whispering girls and found the court where Luo Wenjiao played.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he met an acquaintance.

Fang Zhizhi was holding a stack of thick books in his arms, but when he saw it, he waved to him in great surprise, "Schoolboy? You're here too. How about you, come and see the male god play?"

But Shi quickly squeezed out a smile and echoed: "Ah, yes, let's take a look."

He walked in with Fang Zhizhi, but Shi looked around, and then saw Luo Wenjiao who was dribbling the ball.

The entire stadium is sunken, but Shi and Fang Zhizhi leaned on the railing above and started chatting casually.

The battle situation on the field was very stalemate, but Shi couldn't help but grabbed the pole and shouted loudly: "Luo Wenjiao, come on—"

It was as if he had never heard a boy shouting before, whether it was the players on the field or the spectators off the field, they were all attracted by Shi Que and looked over curiously.

Even Luo Wenjiao rarely turned his head and spotted Shi Que who was smirking and waving at him above.He didn't react too much, he simply glanced in Shijie's direction for half a second, and then took advantage of the gap when everyone was distracted and slack in defense, he raised his hand and shot a hollow three-pointer.

The girls who watched the ball reacted slowly, bursting into a burst of admiration.Fang Zhizhi also pressed Shi Que's arm excitedly, sharing the joy of scoring with him.

"I really, love my Luoshen so much." Fang Zhizhi looked at the sweaty figure on the field with a bewildered expression, as if his heart and eyes were all about him, and he was deeply immersed in unrealistic fantasies.

But when he stared blankly at her fascinated look, he secretly thought that Luo Wenjiao really abused the little girl now.

"I just don't know if his leg is getting better." Fang Zhizhi leaned on the railing and looked down worriedly.

Shi was startled when he heard that, "Leg injury?"

"You don't know?" Fang Zhizhi turned his head and explained patiently, "Luo Shen's left knee has been injured all the time. I heard that the old problem has recurred recently, so he didn't dare to increase the amount of training."

"Oh, that's it." Shi replied in a low voice, turning his head to look at Luo Wenjiao who was jumping high to grab a rebound. "I heard from others that they are going to the qualifiers soon, so what should he do?"

"I don't know." Fang Zhizhi looked at the field with great admiration, "There should be no problem, as long as you are careful, my male god will definitely win."

"Senior sister, then..." Shi hesitated for a while, and asked, "Has Luo Wenjiao always been this cold? When he sees people, ignore them, and just walk away as if he didn't see them."

Fang Zhizhi blinked his pretty eyes, and said with a soft smile, "I think he's much better now. Since joining the school team, he's much more cheerful than before in high school, and he gets along well with his teammates."

Fang Zhizhi said, seeming to recall some past events, and said a little sadly: "Speaking of which, our fan club envies you. At least the male god will talk to you, like us, many people I didn’t even have the chance to get to know each other.”

But when he shrugged, just when he was about to ask something more, the whistle blew on the field, Luo Wenjiao trotted back to the field, and replaced his teammates on the field.

"He stopped fighting?" Shi poked his head out and looked desperately at the rest area next to the wall.

"Well, it should be." Fang Zhizhi grabbed the handrail and said with some regret, "He has played less in the past few days, what a pity, I only watched it for a while today."

At that time, he told Fang Zhizhi, and walked to the outside of the arena along the steps next to him, preparing to deliver water to Luo Wenjiao.

When I went down to the court on the ground floor, I saw Luo Wenjiao leaning against the wall, with a rectangular white towel on his head, sitting bent over on a bench.

But when he took two steps, he just caught up with Tang Baiqiao running in from the outside, took a glass of iced cola from who knows where, and handed it to Luo Wenjiao.

But when they were thinking about why the two of them were drinking iced Coke in the windy and cold weather, Luo Wenjiao reached out to take it, took the towel covering his head, tied the Coke cup to his left knee, and seemed to whisper to Tang Baiqiao Thank you.

It suddenly dawned on me that I almost forgot that ice cubes also have the effect of cold compress for analgesia.

"Shi Que?" Tang Baiqiao knelt on the ground on one knee and carefully helped Luo Wenjiao hold the Coke cup, but suddenly appeared when he saw Shi Shi, which was a little surprising. "Why are you here? Looking for Xie Cheng? He has class today and hasn't come yet."

"No, no, I'm here to watch the ball." Shi Ke shook his head again and again, then turned to Luo Wenjiao and asked, "What's wrong with your leg?"

The latter didn't intend to pay attention to him, and just sat silently with his head bowed, while adjusting the kneepad on the other leg.

It was Tang Baiqiao who helped smooth things over, patted Luo Wenjiao on the shoulder and said, "The meniscus is injured, I have not listened to it after several times, and I am still jumping around on the field. Come on, you support him first, and I will help him." Bring the clothes."

At that time, he took the Coke that was applied to Luo Wenjiao's knee, squatted down in front of him, and handed him the specially brought vitamin water with the other hand, "Here's for you, do you want to drink?"

Luo Wenjiao frowned, only glanced at it, and shook his head slightly.

Shi was startled, "Isn't this your favorite drink? I bought it specially, so you're welcome."

Luo Wenjiao let out a cold snort, pushed back the vitamin water that Shi had handed over, and said helplessly, "Who did you hear that I like to drink this?"

At that time, he looked back and forth at the orange drink in his hand, and said a little evasively: "Isn't it? I listen to the group... from others."

Luo Wenjiao turned his head to one side, closed his eyes, and said expressionlessly: "The girl who was standing with you just said that?"

This remark was a little bit unexpected. I thought that Luo Wenjiao was so focused on playing basketball that he didn't have the time to pay attention to who was in the auditorium. In fact, he even knew that the girl standing next to him was a girl.

At that time, I was a little tired from squatting, so I simply sat on the ground, "That's not true, although she is your fan girl, she shouldn't discuss with me what you like to drink all day long, right? I just listened to other people chatting casually."

Luo Wenjiao didn't continue to get serious with him, and said succinctly: "This is the team's sponsorship. I drink every day, and I'm tired."

"Uh..." Shi was speechless at the words.

From this point of view, the information in the fan group is really half-truth and half-false, and maybe half of it is made up by those girls. Seeing that he drinks it every day when he plays golf, he thinks it is his favorite drink.

At that time, he should have thought that the possibility of an extremely indifferent guy like Luo Wenjiao being known by a group of girls he didn't know at all was extremely slim.

Luo Wenjiao narrowed his eyes, and suddenly said coldly and decisively: "Don't come here again."

"Ah?" Shi was pulled back from his thoughts by his words, switched hands and continued to support him, and said blankly, "Why?"

Luo Wenjiao suddenly stood up from the wall, grabbed the ice-cola in his hand when he stretched out his hand, and replied bluntly, "It's very annoying."

But when he rubbed his red fingers that were frozen, he was so angry that he jumped.

Just when he wanted to scold Luo Wenjiao for being a heartless bastard without even saying thank you, the latter said with a cold face, "If you're just trying to please me about the bed..."

Luo Wenjiao looked at Shi Que seriously, not as if he was joking, "I can tell you right now, I can't agree."

This is the first time Luo Wenjiao has said so many words to Shi.

It was also Shi, but it was the first time someone pierced his mind so bluntly.

"Who... who said that?" Shi Bing blinked his eyes and tried to cover up, "I came here today just to watch a game, so I didn't do it to please you..."

Although Luo Wenjiao wouldn't believe it, Shi still quibbled weakly. It happened that Tang Baiqiao took Luo Wenjiao's bag and clothes at this time and put them on the chair.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?" Tang Baiqiao helped take the ice coke off his lap, opened the lid and took a sip, raised his eyebrows, "Can you do it? I can do it if I don't keep it for training."

Luo Wenjiao began to change his shoes and clothes unhurriedly, and said flatly, "No need."

"Sure, then be careful yourself." Tang Baiqiao put the Coke aside, but really ignored him, turned around and walked to the other side of the basketball court.

Seeing Luo Wenjiao change out of his basketball uniform, wrap himself up tightly again, and was about to leave with his bag, Shi hurriedly followed, trying to ask, "Where are you going? I'll be with you."

Luo Wenjiao ignored him, but walked faster and faster.

Shi but the soles of his feet kept tossing, Luo Wenjiao straddled his long legs to take one step, he had to take two steps.

Shi but was heartbroken, and simply reached out and grabbed Luo Wenjiao's bag, explaining: "I really didn't just bother you about the bed..."

Luo Wenjiao was dragged by him, but he didn't get annoyed. He took off the straps of his schoolbags on both shoulders, and left the backpack that was as heavy as five catties of stones to Shi Que, and said coldly: "It happens that I have something else to do, help me You can take it back."

At that time, he was almost caught by this schoolbag.

He put his bag on his back, and trotted up to Luo Wenjiao, with a thin and quiet face blushing, and said from a perspective that was half a head shorter than the other party: "Can't you have a good chat with me? We will be the same from now on. Living under the same roof, the relationship is too bad to be justified, I just want... want to be friends with you, why do you always act like... as if you hate me?"

This time Luo Wenjiao didn't make a sound, but just stared at Shi Shi blankly for a long time, but when it was too long, his heart became numb, and he didn't understand what he meant by staring at him like this.

"You...you say something." Shi Ke blinked dryly and said helplessly.

Luo Wenjiao seemed to snort slightly coldly, but raised his chin at Chaoshi, and said in a deep voice: "Go down the stairs, give me a hand."

"..."

Luo Wenjiao's nonchalant reaction made Shi feel in a trance that what he said just now was a dream.

Although helpless, Shi still obediently put one of Luo Wenjiao's arms over his shoulder, and helped him limped out of the gymnasium.

"Where are you going?" Shi asked with some difficulty as he weighed dozens of catties on his body.

Luo Wenjiao's lameness was so calm that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes just now, he would have suspected that he was deliberately playing tricks on him at this moment.

"North District, the school hospital." Luo Wenjiao said plainly.

But Shi's heart softened quietly, put away the thoughts of wanting to quarrel with Luo Wenjiao again, and only concentrated on helping him walk steadily.

There was still unmelted snow on the road, but Shi Shi hugged Luo Wenjiao's back tightly, and walked extremely cautiously, for fear that he would slip away and lead Luo Wenjiao into a fall.

Luo Wenjiao couldn't help but feel a little funny seeing him trembling, but he still frowned and asked with a straight face, "Will you help me or shall I help you?"

But when there was white gas in his mouth, and his ears were red from the cold, he said stubbornly: "Of course I helped you. I told you that the ground is slippery. If you fall, you will not only hurt your left knee. .”

Luo Wenjiao didn't speak, and seemed to be walking more steadily.

After finally arriving at the school hospital, Shi carried the bags of two people and followed Luo Wenjiao straight to the Chinese medicine department.

The middle-aged male doctor sitting inside greeted Luo Wenjiao with a smile as if he saw a regular customer, and asked him to lie on the treatment bed beside him, and took a set of acupuncture tools from the table.

Luo Wenjiao sat down on the bed, took off his shoes, and began to take off his thick pants.

Seeing this posture, Shi Shi couldn't help being a little embarrassed, and whispered to Luo Wenjiao: "Then...I'll go out and wait for you."

Luo Wenjiao glanced at him indifferently, and said nothing, as if he hadn't heard.

"Are you his classmate?" The male doctor stood aside, fiddling with a therapy lamp, pulled his glasses up to the tip of his nose, and lowered his head for a look, "Go help him, he struggles to take it off by himself."