Lingering heart palpitations

In the cold winter of December, the cold wind blows like a knife.

Yu Ran only wore a dark blue pullover sweater in his wide jersey, his chestnut hair was tied in a neat high ponytail, revealing his sweaty neck, his shorts just reached his knees, and his two slender, straight legs were exposed to the cold wind. The middle white is shining, and a black knee pad is worn on the knee.

It was the intermission. She stood on the sidelines, bowed down, took the mineral water poured into her palm by her deskmate with both hands, and poured it on her pink cheeks, her chest heaved violently, and her breathing was very heavy.

A cup of warm water was handed over to him, but Yu Ran didn't take it. He glanced at Xu Zixin who was holding the water without feeling too cold. He took a bottle of mineral water out of the cardboard box on the ground, unscrewed it, and poured it with his head up.

The latter didn't care too much, and continued to hold the black thermos in his hand.

"I said..." Xu Zixin was 188 inches tall, standing in front of Yu Ran, who was 174 inches tall, naturally formed a sense of oppression, and his mouth was not polite at all, "What's the matter with you on the court? You are the tallest of them, and you were stuck by 502 at the basket? You don’t grab rebounds and don’t return to defense, do you think you are asked to run after the ball on the court?”

Zhou Mo, the captain of the women's team, hurried over to smooth things over, "Don't say that, didn't you see that the two of them stuck with her? Besides, Yu Ran had never played basketball before and lacked actual combat experience. That's normal - isn't our class still winning?"

The scoreboard on the sidelines read: 15:12.

Now, the conversation turned to Zhou Mo again, and Xu Zixin glanced at the scoreboard, "Do you still want to win with this point difference? If you want to win, don't let her slow you down on the court. Playing a ball is like doing gymnastics for old people. "

Yu Ran heaved a sigh of relief, twisted the cap of the mineral water bottle in his hand, and looked straight at Xu Zixin, the rivalry in his eyes was not concealed at all.She raised the back of her hand, wiped the corners of her mouth casually, and asked word by word, "Who do you think you are?" Her tone was full of disdain and hostility.

After only three months of school, Yu Ran and Xu Zixin seemed to have formed a blood feud, or to be precise, Yu Ran had a unilateral feud with him.

Although Yu Ran was a man of few words, he was still polite to everyone, but the only exception was Xu Zixin.For some reason, the first time she saw him, she seemed to be very tired of him.

I'm tired of him always approaching people, putting pressure on people invisibly, and tired of him being outspoken and not saving face for others.Even, tired of the other party's good-looking skin.

After Yu Ran finished speaking coldly, he handed his water bottle to the tablemate next to him, and went to the court again.

Zhou Mo, who was unable to play because of a sprained foot in the first half, looked at Yu Ran's back, then at Xu Zixin, who was holding his thermos cup tightly, with an ugly expression. Don't blame her, we don't have enough people, we forced her to participate in the competition, although she has no experience, she is already the best of all the substitutes."

The listeners didn't show any understanding, and commented mercilessly while looking at the field, "Then your women's team is bad enough."

The few alternate players standing on the side heard this, and the expressions on their faces were more or less ugly.

Zhou Mo looked at the thermos in Xu Zixin's hand, raised his eyebrows, and sighed quietly, "Your speech is really ugly, no wonder you can't catch up with him, just like you just now, she didn't cry That's fine."

Xu Zixin seemed to have heard some joke, and raised his voice, "Why am I chasing her when I have nothing to do?"

"Oh, then why do you prepare hot water for people? How can you show your favor and become angry from embarrassment?" Zhou Mo chased after him.

Xu Zixin laughed, as if he suddenly thought of something, "Don't make wild guesses - I don't care about her."

"Oh, that's the best." Zhou Mo nodded, "I think she's annoying to you, and it's definitely useless if you chase her."

Xu Zixin: "..."

Although it is true that he did not chase after others, hearing this kind of resolute denial directly aroused his desire to win. It has nothing to do with who that person is, but it makes people feel very uncomfortable to be told that there is no play.

Xu Zixin replied unconvinced, "You know I'm not good for it?!"

Before Zhou Mo could answer, a middle-aged male voice interjected, "What's going on?"

Turning around, it was their head teacher.

The two of them stopped talking immediately and focused on the game in front of them. They didn't know how much the head teacher heard what they said just now.

Fortunately, the head teacher didn't even look at it, so he went back to the office building.

In the second half, I don't know if Yu Ran was really stimulated by Xu Zixin. He played very hard, became more flexible on the court, grabbed several rebounds, and scored two goals.

In the end, their class won the preliminary round with 25:18.

As soon as the whistle for the end of the game was blown, Yu Ran landed on his knees, with his palms propped on the concrete floor, and half fell on the ground, panting heavily.

The people next to him hurried over to help.

Yu Ran maintained his posture, motionless, and waved to the person next to him to show that he was fine.

There were bright snowflakes in front of her eyes, her head seemed to be so heavy that it was about to hit the ground, and the heart in her chest seemed to be about to burst out, causing a nausea.

Zhou Mo and Xu Zixin also walked over.

"Bring her two dextroses—I worked too hard just now, it should be a little hypoglycemia." Zhou Mo told a classmate next to him, and then pointed to the thermos in Xu Zixin's hand, "Can you drink this? "

Xu Zixin nodded and handed her the thermos.

After she drank the glucose, Zhou Mo walked over to help Yu Ran, but Xu Zixin waved her away, "Why are you joining in the fun with your legs disabled?"

As he spoke, he bent down to pull the person on the ground.

But Yu Ran obviously didn't appreciate it, and before he touched her, he replied coldly, "Go away" and then stood up by himself, walking slowly.

Xu Zixin was taken aback, looked at her back and smiled, "You still hold a grudge. If I didn't mention you, how could you have performed like this in the second half? I think you should thank me."

Yu Ran's back froze, and he walked away without arguing with him.

Xu Zixin looked at Zhou Mo, who was on the side, and asked shamelessly, "Do you little girls like this kind of trick of being indifferent to people, to attract boys' attention?"

Zhou Mo: "..."

Xu Zixin continued, "I suspect that she likes me. Tell me, would a normal person have such strong emotions for another person for no reason?"

The expression on Zhou Mo's face was a bit indescribable. She raised her hand and patted the other person's shoulder, "Well...Actually, I'm also quite strange sometimes—what misunderstanding do you have about girls?"

"Oh, isn't it?" Xu Zixin asked casually, obviously still immersed in his own set of theories about girls.

Zhou Mo rubbed his forehead, feeling very headache, "How should I put it... I can't guarantee anything else - but Yu Ran must really hate you. This has to do with your Chinese composition. It is as certain as not scoring 40 points."

Xu Zixin: "......." No matter what, he is a super grass who is stamped on some unscrupulous rankings. Why does it sound so unbearable to her?

Xu Zixin put Zhou Mo's shoulders naturally, and put his face closer, "Look carefully, why is this face so annoying, huh? Impossible—"

Zhou Mo pressed his palm directly on his face, and pushed hard, "Go away."