poor guy

Their tone was not very friendly.

Wen Yeyan flipped the ball casually, without paying much attention, and threw the ball back high with his wrist.

Shen Lian took a sip of the milk tea with a sip, but was still out of state.

They kept going.

The people in the stadium still turned to them, "Hey boy! You are not bad, come and fight with us!"

Wen Yeyan turned around, "Talk to me?"

"That's not it?"

"I'm alone, and you five, how do you fight?" Wen Yeyan said.

"Three to three."

"You seem to know me?" Wen Yeyan said with a smile.

"Who knows you, do you think you are RMB?" said the person holding the ball.

"Because your tone is very rude, like pretending to be my acquaintance." Wen Yeyan said.

"Hey, what are you..." The person holding the ball stared forward.

The boy wearing glasses beside him stopped him and said to Wen Yeyan: "It's not against you, we usually talk like this, don't mind. Let's play together and see how good your skills are."

Wen Yeyan didn't rush to agree, but turned to look at Shen Lian, "Do you want to fight?"

With the straw in her mouth, Shen Lian said vaguely, "No."

"Then read it first, and I will teach you later." After Wen Yeyan finished speaking, she walked towards them, "Then come on."

He is indeed tall, standing among these five seniors, he is well-proportioned and slender, they are like Wen Yeyan's foil.

Part of the reason for Wen Yeyan's response was that he was curious about their attitude towards him. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Three against three, Wen Yeyan's two teammates were even the taller two of the five.

The ball was passed to Wen Yeyan at the beginning-an overused indoor basketball, the surface fluff was worn smooth, and there was a little slippery hand when dribbling.

Wen Yeyan's movements are not fast, he hasn't touched the ball for several months, and he needs to slowly regain his touch.He dribbled the ball from the three-point line and made one at the rim.Did not enter.

"None of this?" His teammates mocked slightly.Wen Yeyan glanced at the man, and seemed to understand their intentions.

They are really idle.

He felt sincerely in his heart.

"This ball should be changed." Wen Yeyan said.

The other party grinned, "Can't you play strange ball?"

Wen Yeyan didn't argue with him, and continued to try to regain his touch. During this period, the opponent scored two goals.

It's nothing, but Wen Yeyan's teammate blamed him for this lagging behind, and said in a strange way: "Looks like it's useless to be tall."

The upbringing made Wen Yeyan restrain himself from replying, "Your pretentious defense is too good."

Shen Lian sat on the sidelines and watched. He had never played basketball. He had a few shooting lessons in physical education class last semester.

Wen Yeyan can also dribble under the crotch, which is really amazing.

He finished his milk tea, threw away the box reluctantly, and came back to surround a lot of people, all girls, by the edge of the basketball court.Shen Yanyan was actually in the middle, still sitting in his original best viewing area.

Shen Lian silently stood aside.

"Is that Wen Yeyan? He played basketball with the boys in our class!"

"I rely on him, he is really handsome!"

"He came from the imperial capital. I heard that the family is very rich."

"My mother, my heart is beating so fast, help!"

Girls are not here to watch the ball, but to watch the players. The mentality of the people "on the stage" is also aroused by these attentions. They play every day, how can they get so much attention?I couldn't help but swell, and started to feint and show off my skills.

In the end, Wen Yeyan intercepted him, which drew cheers.

Only then did they realize that these people came only for Wen Yeyan.

Wen Yeyan made it easy and scored a goal.Finally got a feel for it.

"Cut, it's just one in most of the day."

Wen Yeyan looked at him and smiled gently: "I don't know people very well yet, are you my teammate?"

The man choked for a moment, unable to see whether Wen Yeyan's smiling expression was sinister or kind, "Hmph, don't let people tell you if you beat them badly?"

"Good shot! Come on!" The girls bluntly cheered for the handsome guy.

Wen Yeyan shrugged innocently.

His touch has recovered and his condition is getting better and better.When he got the ball, he was defended by three people, and his teammates were free in the field, without any intention of helping him to clear the siege.

Wen Ye dribbled the ball calmly and made two fake moves to break through, almost causing the opponent to fall down.

Just when they were impatient and ready to grab the ball, Wen Yeyan retreated and took off, making a beautiful shot—the old basketball drew a beautiful and rounded arc, and fell right into the basket from outside the three-point line.

Surging cheers broke out outside the court: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"25:16?" Wen Yeyan said.

Damn, pretend to be struck by lightning!The five cursed in their hearts.

Seeing that Wen Yeyan was getting more and more complacent, it ran counter to their initial goal. They glanced at each other and began to have no lower limit.

Wen Yeyan took the ball again, but this time not only three people defended him, but his teammates also blocked his retreat and prevented him from playing.

"Five against one?" Wen Yeyan had a calm attitude, "Isn't it too shameless?"

"Aren't you awesome?" It's all over now, and these people are no longer pretending to be with him, "I feel like I'm number one in the world when I have a pretty face? If you dare to bully my sister, I have to let you know wrong!"

"Your sister?" Wen Yeyan was confused, "Which one?"

"*#@￥%..." The other party cursed in dialect, and then went straight to grab the ball regardless.

Wen Yeyan didn't expect to be so rascal to this extent. He was pinched from all sides, the ball had to be snatched away, and the opponent dribbled the ball for a layup in a few steps.

Wen Yeyan's heart also burst into flames, she didn't know what to say, and she didn't follow the rules, she was really unreasonable.

So he chased after him, and the man with the ball was under the basket and was about to shoot.

"Oh!"

Qiqi gasped outside the arena.

——Wen Yeyan took off to block the shot, and blocked the ball solidly in an instant!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The girls were so handsome that they screamed crazily. Shen Yanyan jumped up and called Wen Yeyan's name excitedly.

Some of the boys who watched the excitement couldn't help but "fuck".

This strength is not small, the basketball bounces off the ground and can be as tall as a person.

Wen Yeyan breathed slowly, her eyelids were pressed down, although she was not standing on a high place, but she was looking down on her, making people fearful for no reason.

"If you want to play, just have fun." His eyes swept around casually, "Don't be silly."

After speaking, he stopped wasting time and turned to leave.

"Hey, Wen Yeyan!" They actually knew Wen Yeyan's name.

Wen Yeyan frowned and turned around, and then the old basketball hit him hard on the forehead!

The dull pain made Wen Yeyan's mind blank for a moment, and the damp heat seeped out, blurring his vision.

The basketball court exploded in an instant, no one could have imagined that it would unfold like this.

"He's bleeding!"

"I rely on Chen Jiacong, are you sick?!"

"You hit someone again, you're finished!"

Wen Yeyan covered his wound and cursed silently.

"Brother Ye Yan, are you okay? There's a lot of blood, who has tissues?!"

Wen Yeyan couldn't see anything, only knew that Shen Yanyan was here.

He felt himself being supported by someone and walked eastward.

Shen Yanyan's voice lingered all the way, repeating "Is there anything wrong" and "Does it hurt?" Wen Yeyan's forehead was already hurting, but her brain also started to hurt when she yelled at her.

Wen Yeyan knew that he had arrived at the school infirmary when he smelled the strong smell of disinfectant water.

He sat down and heard the startled movement of the medical teacher, then wiped his face with alcohol cotton, and the wound was treated.

Wen Yeyan finally opened his eyes, and Shen Yanyan squatted in front of him, close at hand, her eyes full of worry.

He looked around for a week, there were still people outside the clinic who were worried about him following, but he didn't recognize them.

"Who helped me here?" Wen Yeyan asked.

"Me." Shen Yanyan said, "Brother Ye Yan scared me to death! They are too shameless!" She complained distressedly, "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"You have asked this question [-] times." Wen Yeyan smiled, "What are the backgrounds of those five people in the stadium?"

"Senior year, the one who hit you was Chen Jiating's brother." Shen Yanyan said angrily, "If you are rejected, you will sue. How shameless!"

"Chen Jiating? Who is it?"

"That girl who confessed to you this morning." Shen Yanyan was full of jealousy, "Isn't she pretty?"

Wen Yeyan frowned and gasped, "Oh, it hurts."

Shen Yanyan put aside her jealousy and asked worriedly: "Does it hurt? I'll help you."

"Huhu is useless." The medical teacher interjected, "Your boyfriend needs safflower oil even more now."

"W-what boyfriend, teacher, don't, don't talk nonsense." Shen Yanyan blushed and stammered.

Wen Yeyan didn't admit it or deny it, he raised his head and said politely, "I'm sorry, teacher."

No one noticed, Shen Lian who was outside the window looked in for a while on his feet, then left with a wave of water in his hand.

The news of Wen Yeyan being beaten on the court spread throughout the school in one afternoon.

The word "bei" is very wonderful. From the beginning of school to now, Wen Yeyan has been popular as a male god. In everyone's impression, he is the embodiment of dreams and beauty, but today he was beaten, like a white moon falling Into the quagmire - and that's all he was.

Wen Yeyan himself didn't seem to care, and declined the kindness of his class to complain about him, as if he had never encountered any troubles.

This made him lose the mentality that adults dare not speak up.

On the contrary, the instigator was triumphant, and said disdainfully in the class: "Anyone who dares to provoke me, no matter what kind of son or young master he is, don't even think about standing up and talking to me."

Shen Lian didn't know how many times he shrunk his shoulders. He always felt that there was something sinister and creepy behind him.

He looked back, Wen Yeyan propped his chin, lowered his eyes and turned his pen carelessly, his collar was stained with blood, and was darkened by the snow-white complexion around his neck, making it a little dark red.

Wen Yeyan raised his eyelids, met Shen Lian, and said, "Little white-eyed wolf, what are you looking at?"

Shen Lian turned back and ignored him.

It's not a white-eyed wolf.

Wen Yeyan didn't continue to tease him, but instead asked the classmate next to him, "Is there any red ink?"

"Red ink? I don't have it, so whoever has it, I'll borrow it for you."

So Wen Yeyan got half a bottle of red ink.

"I'll give you a new bottle tomorrow." Wen Yeyan said.

Class 12 in the third year of senior high school is the worst in the ordinary class. Except for the top five who are still eager to get a bachelor's degree, the rest are either college graduates or employed, so the atmosphere in the class is very bad.

The bell for the last class hadn't rung yet, and the people in the back row were ready to sprint. The teacher was still on the podium, but everyone was approaching the door.

"Huh? Isn't this the sophomore one?" The person closest to the door found someone standing in the corridor outside, "Wen Yeyan?"

Chen Jiacong twitched his eyebrows and walked over in a few steps.

"Hey, you people, do you know how to respect..." The teacher didn't finish his lesson when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the classroom was completely boiling, and no one paid any attention to him.

Chen Jiacong went out and stared at Wen Yeyan provocatively, "What do you want? Revenge?"

"I've always only suffered from women." Wen Yeyan said kindly, "You stained my clothes, I have to get it back."

"How do you want to ask for it?" Chen Jiacong's tone was very aggressive.

Wen Yeyan walked over and stood face to face with Chen Jiacong.

He is half a head taller than Chen Jiacong.The height disadvantage made Chen Jiacong suddenly feel oppressed, but Wen Yeyan smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I won't hit you."

He raised his hand.

Chen Jiacong felt that the top of his head was wet and cold, and the red liquid snaked down from his head like a stream of diversions, mottled his entire face and coat.

"Yeah." Wen Yeyan pushed away a step and looked appreciatively, "It's not bad, it's cheaper for you."

"!!" Chen Jiacong's eyes were about to burst, "I fuck you!"