I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

Hot water fell from the shower head overhead, creating a steamy mist.

Ran Yuanxing gently dipped a towel in water to help the boy in front of him wipe his back, seemingly concentrating, but in fact his mind was already knotted.

His eyes stared at the boy's neck uncontrollably, and his eyes slowly slipped down, chasing the transparent water droplets, all the way down from Nan Yirong's right-angled shoulders, across the white and clean back, across the round buttocks, straight Legs, and finally stay on that delicate ankle for a few seconds, and repeat it over and over again tirelessly.

At this moment, in this situation and in this situation, this back view has an indescribable temptation for him, and Ran Yuanxing feels that he is going crazy.

There are very few boys his age who haven't seen a small movie, and he has also had a passion for the heroine in the movie.

But now he forced himself to fantasize about the heroine's body and face, all of which seemed futile, because without exception, within a few seconds, the picture in his mind would transform into a vivid scene in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Nan Yirong noticed that his movements had slowed down, and couldn't help but wondered.

"It's okay, water got into my eyes just now." Ran Yuanxing quickly pinched himself to calm himself down.

He exhaled, tried his best to put away his messy thoughts, and speeded up.

After a lot of tossing, he finally helped Nan Yirong take a shower and put on his pajamas. Ran Yuanxing sweated himself from the heat.

After leaving the bathhouse, he carried their belongings into Nan Yirong's dormitory.

The three of Wang Zixun had already gone to bed. Seeing them coming back, he greeted them with his head and continued to use his phone.

Nan Yirong went to sit on the chair, Ran Yuanxing said to Liu Chengyi who was on the opposite bed, dragged his chair over, placed it next to Nan Yirong, and took out the plaster.

Nan Yirong stretched out his hand, while Ran Yuanxing lowered his head and carefully removed the gauze on his arm.

The boy cleaned the wound and applied the plaster very lightly. He was afraid of hurting Nan Yirong, so he raised his head from time to time and asked him "does it hurt?" His expression was more serious than his usual problem solving.

He washed his hair, and when he came out of the bathroom, he just wiped it indiscriminately without using a hair dryer. Even though his head was covered with a towel now, water droplets rolled down from the tip of his hair one after another. Nan Yirong stared at it for a while. Yes, I couldn't help stretching out my right hand to help him wipe off the water.

Unexpectedly, Ran Yuanxing raised his head and asked him "does it hurt?" His outstretched right hand touched Ran Yuanxing's earlobe.

In that instant, the boy's earlobe turned red.

The blush on his face was extremely eye-catching, Nan Yirong was stunned

Ran Yuanxing lowered his head calmly.

The atmosphere became weird.

Nan Yirong withdrew his hand, suddenly felt restless, and immediately heard a soft voice in his ear: "Don't move around."

Nan Yirong immediately stopped moving.

Nan Yirong let out a deep breath until the medicine was wiped off. Before he could relax, he saw Ran Yuanxing gently put his hand on his face.

"?!" Nan Yirong looked up in astonishment.

Ran Yuanxing smiled, "Don't you need to apply medicine on your face?"

Only then did Nan Yirong realize that he had made a fuss out of a molehill, and he nodded in embarrassment.

After applying medicine to the wound that should be rubbed, Ran Yuanxing locked the door again, took out the hair dryer to help him dry his hair, and finally took the door behind him and left.

Nan Yirong sat on the chair, stared blankly for a while, and then slowly opened the Chinese textbook on the table.

The next day, Ran Yuanxing woke up early to help Nan Yirong change her dressing.

He looked at Nan Yirong's unhealed wound, and said in a negotiating tone: "You can sit on the bench for the basketball game tomorrow afternoon and let Chen Sheng play?"

Chen Sheng was the substitute player they were looking for. He could occasionally score a point or two when he got the ball. His skills were barely good, but he was already better than most of the boys in the class.

"Yes." Nan Yirong also knew that now was not the time to show off, so he agreed in a muffled voice.

At 4:[-] p.m. on Saturday, students of all grades entered the gymnasium to prepare. The banner of the "Grade-level Basketball Competition" had already been hung on the top of the gymnasium.

There are ten classes in the whole grade. In the first round, the team captain will draw lots at the referee on behalf of the team. The five winning teams will compete in the second round. In the second round, there will be a lucky bye. The teams directly enter the top three competitions, and the other two groups will have to compete before the winning team can enter the third round.

Ran Yuanxing and the others were lucky. They got a weak liberal arts team in the first round and won easily. In the second round, Li Cheng's character broke out and he was directly drawn a bye. Their class won the third round directly.

But in the third round of lottery, Li Cheng's luck was not so good, he directly got into the tenth class.Class ten is the favorite to win the championship in their grade, because almost most of the students in this class practice sports.

After the lottery results came out, the sports students of Class [-] immediately booed, surrounded by the crowd

Liu Mingdong laughed extraordinarily arrogantly.

"Don't be impulsive!" Ran Yuanxing stopped Zhang Ming who was about to stand up and confront them.

Nan Yirong's four younger brothers were sitting next to their eldest brother, and they felt a little bit of the same hatred: "CAO, this group of smart SBs, Brother Nan, will you stop them when they get off the field? We will help you avenge!"

The four younger brothers definitely have new and old hatreds for this group of sports students in class ten: one is the hatred that class ten took advantage of them to sneak out to surf the Internet and beat up their boss, and the other is the hatred that they just lost the game by a big score.

Nan Yirong pretended not to hear, he rubbed his forehead sadly, he was too aware of the strength of these four younger brothers, even Ran Yuanxing couldn't beat Ran Yuanxing in a one-vs-three, and it would definitely be an act of giving away his head to block them later.

Ran Yuanxing seemed to see what he was thinking and couldn't help laughing.

Nan Yirong glared at him.

Just when the referee blew his whistle, Ran Yuanxing turned his head and whispered into his ear, "Don't worry, I will avenge you, and beat this group of scumbags all over the place."

This was the first time Nan Yirong heard him swear, and looked at him in surprise.

The boy waved his hand at him, turned around and joined Li Cheng on the field.

Another whistle sounded, the basketball was thrown upwards from the referee's hand, and the players in charge of grabbing the ball from both teams jumped up at the same time.

"Crack!" Li Cheng grabbed the ball.

He backhanded extremely fast, and the basketball hit Ran Yuanxing, who was standing closest to him, like a cannonball.

The boy jumped high, his arms passed over the opponent who was stuck in the position, and he flexibly dunked the high-speed rotating basketball.

"YES!" Li Chengsi couldn't help cheering, and quickly deployed defenses around Ran Yuanxing.

The five opponents exchanged glances, trotted and aggressively outflanked them from all directions.

For a while, there was only the sound of dribbling the ball in the huge gymnasium, hitting everyone's nerves again and again, and everyone in the audience held their breath in unison.

On the bench, Nan Yirong tightly pinched the seat under him with five fingers.

On the court, nine pairs of eyes were fixed on the same direction.