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The basketball was about to hit the boy's head, and Wu Wei was sure it would, after all, this time he was more accurate than his layup.

But no one would have thought of that.

It was as if there were eyes in the back of his head, and his head was slightly shaved. The basketball almost brushed his shoulders and hair and flew over.

"boom……"

The basketball landed on the wall not far away, and then rolled back to Xia Chen's feet.

Seeing this scene, there was an inexplicable exclamation on the basketball court.

Some are rejoicing that fortunately nothing major happened.

Some are a little pity, well, I can't see more interesting plots and pictures.

Xiang Sige's smile remained the same, as if all of this was within his expectation, Yang Xueying's expression was a little dignified.

And Wu Wei, who just threw the ball, was subconsciously stunned. He glanced at the boy who stood still, and then turned his head to look at Yang Xueying who had just said something to him.

Yang Xueying didn't speak, but showed a concealed but sincere look for Wu Wei.

Wu Wei understood in an instant, raised his head immediately, and smiled, seemingly apologetic, but actually there was a kind of provocative flame hidden in his eyes.

He raised his head and immediately clapped his hands.

Attracting all the attention, he looked at Xia Chen and shouted.

"Hey! That classmate, I'm sorry."

If you smile, it seems to make people feel a kind of tacit understanding between boys. There are not many things worth worrying about. It is embarrassing to take it with a smile.

One is sincere and the other is generous.

Xia Chen turned her head and looked at Wu Wei.

Just nod.

He opened his legs and prepared to continue walking.

Wu Wei gritted his teeth slightly, narrowed his eyes, and continued to shout.

"Student! Wait a minute, if you can, throw the ball over, please, thank you!"

The next sentence makes people smell different.

When playing basketball, it is very normal for the ball to fly out of the field, and it is also normal for passers-by to throw the ball.

But... this person was the one you almost hit, and you even apologized to him.

Why do you ask someone to bring you the ball as soon as you turn your face away?This heart is too big, don't say anything else, after such a hasty apology, you should pick up the ball by yourself, right?

Some people sensed something was wrong.

The same is true for An Jingyue.

When she squinted her eyes and looked over there, she heard Miao Yiqiao beside her muttering unconsciously.

"What's the matter with Wu Wei.... He almost hit someone with this attitude."

An Jingyue seemed to understand something.

Turning his head, he saw a girl who happened to be looking at him.

Yang Xueying.

This little girl who dared not provoke anyone, and even the teacher found it troublesome, and had no choice but to turn her head at this time, looked at herself with a smile.

There is no such resolute sharpness and deliberate targeting as before.

At this moment, her smile was just talking to An Jingyue.

"Even if you know it's my fault, so what?"

This made An Jingyue a little angry.

Whether it's Yang Xueying's eyes, or the other party's pointing the finger at Xia Chen.

She was all angry.

It was only Xia Chen who heard Wu Wei's words on the other side.

But it seems that there is no unexpected expression, the ancient well is not turbulent, it is true that there is no turbulence at all.

Even nodded.

"it is good."

The sound is very clear.

Hearing this sentence, several people on the basketball court laughed.

Soft persimmons.

Really, the kind that falls to the ground and shatters as soon as the wind blows.

Then Wu Wei smiled all over his face, and at this moment the last worries in his heart were gone.

Clapping his hands, he seemed to be saying to Xia Chen: I'm ready, come on!

Xia Chen nodded, bent down, and picked up the basketball.

He held it in his hands, and no one noticed that this weak-looking teenager with no dignity could grab a basketball with one hand.

Obviously, the height of 1.8 meters seems to be less than [-] meters, but he has such ability.

No one noticed this detail.

They saw Xia Chen's next move.

He grabbed the basketball, held it in his hand, then slightly bent his arms and threw it at Wu Wei.

"boom!!"

The momentum is like a cannonball.

Real cannonballs.

No one saw how the basketball flew from Xia Chen's hands.

when they see basketball.

It has already hit Wu Wei in the face.

Wu Wei's smiling face was directly covered, as if the basketball was his face.

Not far away, Xia Chen clapped his hands and looked at the silent basketball court indifferently and distantly.

"you are welcome."

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16 crush! ─────

Xia Chen made such a straight ball.

Straightforwardly, he threw the huge basketball on Wu Wei's face.

At this moment, the entire basketball arena, except for the sound of the basketball hitting the ground and bouncing.

Suddenly there was silence.

It's as if everyone is dead.

Terribly quiet.

After about five seconds of silence, everyone came to their senses and rushed to support Wu Wei who was crumbling and covering his face.

"Old Wu, what's wrong with you!"

"Old Wu, are you okay!"

"Hold on...!"

On the playground, Wu Wei, who covered his lips and face, felt dizzy and unable to speak. His palms were already getting wet, and drops of blood dripped from his nose.

On the basketball court.

The entire basketball court was in chaos.

Yang Xueying looked at the whole scene with complicated expressions, whether it was Wu Wei who was surrounded by the crowd, or the young man standing there not far away with an indifferent and alienated expression.

Sitting among a group of people, Xiang Sige, who was waiting for the development of the situation with a smile on his face, saw Xia Chen throw the ball directly in Wu Wei's face.

Suddenly stunned.

Then an exaggerated smile appeared on his face.

"Hahahaha...!" The people next to him looked at Xiang Sige as if they were crazy.

I don't know why this gentle and gentle boy is laughing exaggeratedly at this moment, as if laughing at his classmates, even leaning back and forth while laughing, with tears oozing from the corners of his eyes

water.

"Hahahaha...it's so funny, he said no thanks, he said no thanks, hahaha...!"

The people over there are already in full swing.

Here, Xiang Sige wiped his tears with a smile, like a schizophrenic patient, laughing wildly at the incident that should not be laughed at at this moment.

An Jingyue and Miao Yiqiao stood where they were, and did not sit down anymore.

Rather, the moment Xia Chen picked up the ball, An Jingyue stood up. She understood that the purpose of Yang Xueying's arrangement was to escalate the conflict.

She stood up to prevent Xia Chen from being affected by such things.

Although I feel so contradictory every time I come into contact with Xia Chen, I want to get closer to understand the reason for that familiar feeling. -but at the same time, he hated this young man's aura from the bottom of his heart, even

Even when approached, there will be a kind of annoyed psychology.

An Jingyue didn't know where such complicated emotions came from, but she couldn't deny a fact.

At that time, Xia Chen helped herself.

So whether it was to repay the favor, or because of this inexplicable feeling in her heart, An Jingyue felt that she had to do this.

It's just that An Jingyue and Miao Yiqiao didn't expect it.

The boy's behavior was so surly.

Reflexive is a ball, and it will bloom on the ground.

Miao Yiqiao stared blankly at this scene, and sighed with incomparable sincerity.

"This is too handsome..."

Xia Chen's every move seems to be the most primitive kind of chivalrous temperament.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

No matter how others deal with him, he will return it intact, and cleanly.

The method seemed rough, but An Jingyue and Miao Yiqiao didn't feel that Xia Chen was going too far after seeing this scene, and they were all to blame for this.

Xia Chen has no intention of being entangled with these people for too long, he has a greater cause to do in his heart.

He felt that his hand feeling today was good, and there must be some reason for scratching the lottery ticket. He wanted to take advantage of this luck to go back and make two bets.

It seemed that someone had discovered the boy's intentions and immediately shouted.

"He's running!! Catch him!!"

It turns out the truth and philosophy of an old saying.

"The power of the crowd is always strong."