Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

After the third class that day, Kuang Mu packed his schoolbag as usual.

Qin Mi turned around and saw him, and asked him, "Kuang Mu, what are you doing? There is no competition class today."

Kuang Mu stopped moving: "Who said that?"

"The campus basketball league will be held this afternoon. Teacher Feng specifically said yesterday that today is a day off. Don't you know?"

Kuang Mu fell asleep in class yesterday and didn't know anything, so he put his schoolbag back to its original place, took out a book from the schoolbag and began to read.

Qin Mi looked at the books on Kuang Mu's desk, and was surprised that they were math competition books.

In Qin Mi's impression, Kuang Mu was a gifted student. He never cared about his studies, but he always got better grades than ordinary people.

This was the first time Qin Mi saw Kuang Mu reading after class.

Not long after class ended, everyone in the class had almost left.

When it comes to basketball games, boys are excited, and girls are even more excited.

Some of the girls in the class were busy making up, and some were walking together in small groups and chattering.

Qin Mi also planned to go downstairs to watch the basketball game. She looked back at the two people at the back table: "Aren't you going to watch the basketball game? Today is the game between our school and Guangyang Vocational High School. The whole school went to see it. It was very lively."

Little Glasses: "No."

Kuang Mu: "Not interested."

Qin Mi glanced at her mouth, and no longer wanted to make fun of herself, she took out a small mirror to take a look, and then dragged her deskmate out of the classroom contentedly.

The class bell rang, and there were only a few scattered people in the class who didn't go to the basketball game.

Kuang Mu was immersed in solving a big problem in a math competition.

Teacher Feng talked to Kuang Mu yesterday and warned him that if he failed to pass the top five in the competition class next Monday, he would be disqualified from class.

Kuang Mu was not afraid of his threats, but he was afraid of trouble. Rather than being caught and criticized by Lao Feng, it would be easier to study hard.

"I just said that clothes of this color don't look good! I want to change to pink."

Three girls walked into the class, their voices were extremely piercing in the silent class.

Among them, the girl walking in the middle wore light makeup, a tight black short sleeve on her upper body, and a short black skirt on her lower body, showing the girl's slender legs and good figure.

This girl is called Niu Yayi, and she is the class flower in the class. The two girls next to her are plain-looking and obey Niu Yayi's words.

One of the girls said: "I think the black dress looks pretty...Yayi, you look pretty, you can look good in anything, even better than Qiuqing!"

"What's the use of looking good-looking!" Niu Yayi raised her voice angrily, "Didn't you see that Qiu Qing is wearing pink, and senior Ji can see her at a glance on the court, unlike me who is wearing black, just like charcoal! Disgusting!" I can't see it in the pile, how could Senior Ji see me!"

As Niu Yayi spoke, she walked to her seat angrily, picked up a big bag and stuffed it into the hands of the little attendant: "Let's go, change clothes."

As they spoke, the three of them walked out of the classroom quickly.

Kuang Mu's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked down at the book for a while, pinching the pages tightly with his fingers, the paper was wrinkled, he forgot how to write the half-solved questions.

Finally he closed the book, stood up and walked out of the classroom.

Outside the basketball court, before Kuang Mu entered, he could hear the loud cheers inside.

He walked in through the gate, and the shrill cheers of a girl sitting by the gate pierced Kuang Mu's ears.

Kuang Mu frowned.

"Kuang Mu? Kuang Mu! Kuang Mu! Come here!"

Qin Mi turned her head to chat and saw Kuang Mu walking in. Her voice was loud and her movements were loud. People around turned their heads when they heard the word Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu usually doesn't like to appear in crowded places. Nearly half a month after the start of school, many people in the school have heard of Kuang Mu's name, but they haven't seen him in person.

"Kuang Mu? That high school freshman?"

"He's a school girl now, okay?"

"Tsk, it's really good-looking, but I heard that he doesn't seem to be easy to get along with."

"Come on, Senior Ji is easy to get along with, but he doesn't get along with you either."

Kuang Mu's sudden appearance distracted half of the audience's attention. It wasn't a bad thing at first, but Kuang Mu was a little unhappy with a cold face. He originally just wanted to find a corner to sit without attracting attention, but Qin Mi's Shouting so loudly that the whole school could hear it.

"Kuang Mu, come on, come on."

Kuang Mu had no choice but to sit down next to Qin Mi.

Qin Mi was sitting on the first row of steps in the auditorium, with a good view, she squeezed to the side to leave an empty seat for Kuang Mu.

"Didn't you just say you weren't interested? Why did you come here?" Qin Mi asked with wide eyes happily when he saw Kuang Mu coming.

Kuang Mu hummed: "I'm too tired to write the questions, so come out and relax."

Kuang Mu is very indifferent to people and doesn't have many friends, but Qin Mi is warm-hearted, she is good to everyone, especially Kuang Mu, who is fair and clean but has no friends, can inspire her even more. love.

Qin Mi didn't say anything, and handed a bottle of iced mineral water beside him to Kuang Mu: "I just bought it, here it is."

Kuang Mu took the mineral water and locked his eyes on the field.

The score of the match on the court was very tight, 38 to 36, and Luoya High School led Guangyang Vocational High School by two points.

I have to say that Ji Xiaohuan is really radiant on the basketball court. He is wearing a white jersey, the muscles on his shoulders and neck are well-proportioned, and the sweat on his forehead soaks his hair. Feiyang exudes a hormonal aura.

With slender fingers, Ji Xiaohuan slapped the basketball, dribbled the ball over others, and with slightly arched legs, he leaped up—slam dunk!

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Ji Xiaohuan! Ji Xiaohuan!"

There were girls' cries like a frenzy in the audience.

Kuang Mu sat under the stage, his heartbeat grew louder, and he only felt that the noise around him gradually moved away.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of the heartbeat was a little hurried, a little flustered.

Kuang Mu still remembered that Ji Xiaohuan once explained the origin of his name to him.

——"Xiao means the night sky, and Huan means light. My parents want me to be a beam of light to illuminate the night sky. Do you understand? Little Moon."

This is what Ji Xiaohuan once said to Kuang Mu, and Kuang Mu remembered every word clearly.

It has been more than ten years, and now Ji Xiaohuan has changed from a soft night light to a sharp light that can cut through the night.

Ji Xiaohuan was so dazzling on the court that even the girls from Gwangyang Vocational High School couldn't help but blush for him.

Now the players of Gwangyang Vocational High were upset, and several Gwangyang players started to focus on intercepting Ji Xiaohuan, and one of them, Huang Mao, deliberately bumped into Ji Xiaohuan a few times.

Ji Xiaohuan wanted to force his way, but Huang Mao pretended to be slippery and bumped into Ji Xiaohuan's body.

With a bang, Ji Xiaohuan and Huang Mao fell to the ground together.The bones hit the ground with a muffled sound.

"beep---"

The referee blew the whistle in time.

There was booing.

At the moment Ji Xiaohuan fell, Kuang Mu stood up with a snort, clutching the ice mineral water tightly in his hand, his whole body was shaking violently.

Ji Xiaohuan fell hard, fell to the ground and covered his hands and arms, while Huang Mao fell on top of him, and stood up without any serious problems.

Kuang Mu unconsciously took two steps forward, and there was an irresistible desire in his heart to rush over.

But when he saw Qiu Qing rushing to Ji Xiaohuan's side, he stopped in a daze and stood still.

Ji Xiaohuan was helped up, facing Qiu Qing's worried gaze, he stroked Qiu Qing's hair, signaling that he was fine.

Huang Mao was warned by a yellow card once.

Ji Xiaohuan walked off the court and talked with the coach for a while, and finally the coach decided not to let him play, so Ji Xiaohuan sat on the sidelines and held a bottle of ice water to cool his wrists.

Kuang Mu stood on the sidelines, and didn't realize that the game had started until Qin Mi pulled the corner of his clothes. He sat back in his seat. What happened just now was so sudden that Kuang Mu's heart was beating fast and he felt a burst of dull pain. .

"What's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?" Qin Mi suddenly leaned over, staring at Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu touched his forehead: "It's okay."

In the distance, Ji Xiaohuan and Qiu Qing seemed to have an argument, Qiu Qing looked anxiously at Ji Xiaohuan's wrist, while Ji Xiaohuan bent his eyes, hooked her shoulder and teased her with a smile.

The behavior of the two of them was out of line in school, but everyone around them took it for granted.

Niu Yayi was sitting behind the two of them. She had already changed into a pink dress, which was exactly the same as Qiu Qing's. The dress was even more exquisite than Qiu Qing's, but Ji Xiaohuan didn't turn her head to look at her.

Niu Yayi's face was dark, feeling unwilling, but helpless.

Niu Yayi tried her best to imitate Qiu Qing, but in the end it was just a mere imitation.

Kuang Mu looked upset, as if he saw himself through Niu Yayi.

Why didn't he look at Ji Xiaohuan eagerly every day, trying his best to please Ji Xiaohuan, but he couldn't take his eyes off him.

Kuang Mu unscrewed the mineral water and gulped it twice into his mouth. The ice water entered his throat and flowed through his chest, barely calming down the inexplicable rage in his heart.

Kuang Mu deliberately turned his attention to the game and stopped watching Ji Xiaohuan.

Most of the boys in Guangyang Vocational High School are reckless men who are not good at study but well-developed in sports.

Losing Ji Xiaohuan, Luoya High School could no longer withstand Guangyang's fierce pursuit. The final score was 50:69, and Luoya High School lost the game.

The players of Guangyang Vocational High School ran all over the field excitedly, even provoking the audience.

The players from Luoya High School lowered their heads and returned to their team with a sigh.

Liu Hanwen picked up the towel, wiped the sweat from his head, and cursed: "Fuck! These dogs in Guangyang! Their hands and feet are too unclean! It's too shameless to show off for winning such a dirty ball. I'm ashamed of his mother !"

Pang Quan picked up the mineral water and poured it vigorously. After drinking it, he wiped his mouth: "It's not a day or two for them to be shameless. If it wasn't for the yellow-haired playboy who got Brother Huan off, they would believe it or not! Oh yes Brother Huan, are you okay with your hand injury?"

Ji Xiaohuan didn't respond, he leaned on the seat and stared at Huang Mao who was still standing on the field.

Huang Mao won the ball in Luoya High School's territory, and his arrogance was soaring. At this moment, he was standing in the center of the field, looking at Kuang Mu in a hurry, and slapped the basketball in his hand on the ground.

Suddenly he raised the ball and slammed it at Kuang Mu!

The incident happened suddenly, and the ball came with a gust of wind, hitting Kuang Mu's ear on the backrest.

boom!

The force of the ball was so strong that the chairs trembled slightly.

"what--"

"Fuck!"

The crowd screamed and dodged in the face of this sudden situation. For a moment, Kuang Mu's location seemed to be buried by a thunderbolt, and the surrounding people were all empty.

Only Kuang Mu's face remained unchanged, sitting on his seat, staring at Huang Mao coldly, without even blinking.

Huang Mao tilted his head and smiled evilly, and raised his chin towards Kuang Mu: "Little beauty, come, fetch the ball for Grandpa."

The team members next to Huang Mao immediately laughed coaxingly when they heard the name "little beauty".

Kuang Mu frowned slightly, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he remained motionless, his eyes confronting Huang Mao without showing any weakness.

Qin Mi couldn't stand it anymore, she was afraid that Kuang Mu would be beaten, so Xiao ran picked up the basketball to smooth things over.

"Put it down! I told him to pick it up, who the hell would dare to move it!" Huang Mao suddenly roared, causing the ball in Qin Mi's hand to fall to the ground in fright.

Huang Mao walked up to Kuang Mu step by step, knelt down and looked at Kuang Mu.

He looked at Kuang Mu's cold and fearless eyes, his heart was violent, his eyes pinched Kuang Mu's chin fiercely, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I really want to know why you keep staring at me?"

Huang Mao noticed Kuang Mu during the game.

It's not that Huang Mao didn't concentrate in the game, but that Kuang Mu was too conspicuous. Huang Mao had never seen a boy who was more beautiful than Kuang Mu. Let people see him at first sight.

This is nothing, what really makes Huang Mao angry is Kuang Mu's eyes.

Kuang Mu had been staring at Huang Mao since the second half. His eyes were cold, poisonous, and very unfriendly. Huang Mao was extremely irritable throughout the game and lost several goals in a row.

But now that he has threatened Kuang Mu to such an extent, Kuang Mu is still staring at him with the kind of eyes that want to eat him alive.

Not afraid at all!

Fuck, why isn't he afraid!

Huang Mao was burning with anger, and the expression on his face could no longer be stretched. His expression was ferocious, and his fist was about to fall: "Damn it, talk!"

At this moment, someone kicked his shoulder violently.

The huge impact caused the yellow hair to roll over on the ground, and slid out a few meters.

Huang Mao covered his shoulders in pain, looked up and saw Ji Xiaohuan standing in front of him, with a stormy aura all over his body, and said a word in a cold voice.

"roll."