High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1203 The second half of the game (1)

But that's the rebuttal.

Just made a big move.

It's okay to make Ye Jin a fool, but it's okay to have nothing to love.

"In the second half, are you confident?"

Seeing that the young man's breathing has stabilized a lot, Yang Moyan opened the water cap again, and moved to the other's lips, "Moisturize your throat."

Lin Zhaoxia took two sips and cleared her voice again.

The clear voice that was originally covered by hoarseness finally came back. As for the words of Young Master Yang, she raised her hand to wipe the corners of her red eyes, and raised her eyebrows frivolously, "Confidence? No! That's standing still, the second half." Sheng Yuan won the first place!"

Yang Moyan has always believed in what the young man said.

After all, she can do it too.

Compared to these, he prefers to look at the young man's confident and dazzling appearance.

Really can't put it down.

He raised his hand and squeezed the enchanting face that was close to his eyes, he suddenly smiled, his thin lips raised, and the handsome face of the prosperous age brought an absolute impact, hitting Lin Zhaoxia's senses directly!
People around noticed the interaction between Yang Moyan and Lin Zhaoxia.

They were all discussing in low voices.

Unexpectedly, when they encountered such a scene suddenly, they all opened their eyes wide and covered their hearts, as if they had been hit by a critical blow!
Who made their chief school grass, the noble and indifferent but also ruthless Young Master Yang laugh?
Who made this Young Master Yang smile so amazingly?
Because of such a smile, the originally indifferent eyebrows and eyes were stained with a bit of warmth.

But compared to those students in the viewing seats, it was like a critical blow.

Lin Zhaoxia just widened her twinkling peach eyes, unable to react.

Yang Moyan watched the boy in front of him widen his eyes, looking dazed and cute, and a low laugh came out from that voice, which was so magnetic and pleasant to hear.

"Silly?"

"It's a little bit," whispered the young man who had finally returned to his true nature, then rubbed his eyes, and pressed his forehead against the arm of the person in front of him, with a clear voice that seemed helpless and proud, "What are you so handsome? I can hardly hold you down anymore."

"No," Yang Moyan said calmly, "It was originally yours, and it will always be yours."

"It's settled," the boy touched the man's arm again, "If you dare to run last, I'll make you look good."

"Well, you are the prettiest."

Lin Zhaoxia laughed lowly.

What is this guy.

"Ugh-"

The referee blew his whistle extremely loudly in the game.

Then the voice of holding the microphone spread.

"The second half of the game has officially started, please invite players from both sides!"

Lin Zhaoxia raised her hand and rubbed her neck, stood up, raised her eyebrows and eyes in an instant, showing a frivolous air, and the corners of her lips curled up evilly, the most dazzling angle, "I'm going on stage."

Yang Moyan nodded, "Go."

Behind the two, there was a crowd of screams.

She was completely blown away by the cool and flamboyant boy who looked back and smiled!
Mo Cong waited until the boy came over and passed the ball over.

In this game, Sheng Yuan served first.

Lin Zhaoxia received the ball, patted it up and down, and walked towards the field with a half-faced expression, "This game, let's make a quick decision."

Mo Cong had no opinion.

None of the other players either.

After all, I have been training for so long.

They have also mastered the speed of the quick battle that the young man said.

He patted the ball up and down again, Lin Zhaoxia's lips curled up, he found his proper position on the court, and settled down.

head on.

It was the opponent's Nanlin side, and Gu Shaoyan brought Yigai's team members over.

(End of this chapter)