The whole world knows that Mr. Ji is chasing his wife

Jiang Di looked at the caller ID on the phone screen and his eyebrows skipped a beat.

Why is it Ji Yan? Is there really telepathy? As soon as I thought of him, the phone call came.

Jiang Di picked up the phone and said "hello".

Ji Yan was on the other end with an anxious tone: "I went to the competition venue to look for you. They said you had returned to school. Did something happen to Lan Wanling? I saw the news and said that a professor went to the rooftop of the teaching building to think. To commit suicide."

"Yes." Jiang Di responded softly, "The matter has been resolved."

"Where are you? I rushed to the school and the crowd at the teaching building has dispersed."

"I'm over here on the basketball court."

"Okay, I'll be there in five minutes."

Not long after hanging up the phone, Ji Yan rushed to the basketball court.

When he saw Jiang Di sitting next to Zuo Zefeng, greeting him with greetings, his eyebrows instantly tightened.

"Why is he here?" Ji Yan approached and asked coldly.

"Lan Wanling was so angry that she wanted to hit me just now, but Mr. Zuo blocked it for me."

Mentioning this, a look of guilt flashed across Jiang Di's face, "Thank you very much, Mr. Zuo."

Zuo Zefeng raised the corners of his lips and said softly: "It doesn't matter, don't take it to heart."

Seeing that Jiang Di was still a little concerned, he suggested in a gentle tone: "If you really feel sorry for me, can you promise me something?"

"What's the matter?" Ji Yan asked faster than Jiang Di, staring at Zuo Zefeng alertly, "I just helped block a slap. I advise you not to make any excessive demands."

Jiang Di tugged at the corner of Ji Yan's clothes and reprimanded in a low voice: "What did you say?"

Afterwards, Jiang Di showed a spring breeze-like smile to Zuo Zefeng: "He speaks straightforwardly, Mr. Zuo, don't mind. You have helped me so much today. If you have any requests, just ask, and I will agree to it."

Zuo Zefeng looked at Jiang Di tenderly, with a gentle breeze blowing between his eyes.

"The request is very simple. We are already so familiar with each other. Please don't call me Mr. Zuo in the future."

"That……"

"I'm a few years older than you, just call me brother."

"Okay." Jiang Di thought it was something, but it turned out to be such a simple request, "No problem, Brother Ze Feng."

Hearing that Jiang Di was getting closer to him, the ice that had accumulated in Zuo Zefeng's heart for many years melted little by little.

Ji Yan stood aside and looked at Zuo Zefeng coldly, feeling very unhappy.

Now that he has started calling him "Brother", what do you want Jiang Di to call him next?

At this time, a basketball rolled down to Ji Yan's feet, and some strange desire to win arose spontaneously.

Ji Yan bent down to pick up the basketball, turned it around on his fingertips a few times, and challenged Zuo Zefeng: "Play a game?"

"Okay."

Zuo Zefeng stood up, took off his suit jacket, and handed it to Jiang Di: "Xiao Di, take it for me."

Then, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, revealing his strong and powerful forearms.

Ji Yan also took off his coat and stuffed it into Jiang Di's arms: "You can take it for me too."

Then he pulled Zuo Zefeng's clothes out of Jiang Di's hands and put them on the chair.

"Fifteen minutes, whoever scores more goals." Ji Yan raised his chin slightly, confident.

"no problem."

The two walked to the center of the basketball court and started a competition between men.

There is not much difference in height between Ji Yan and Zuo Zefeng, but Ji Yan's muscles are obviously stronger. Even though he is busy working all year round, he has not neglected to exercise.

In addition, Ji Yan was a slam dunk master on the school team when he was in college, and countless school girls were crazy about him. If it was a matter of goals scored, Zuo Zefeng might not be his opponent after all.

Thinking of this, Jiang Di couldn't help but sweat for Zuo Zefeng in his heart.

Two tall men stood in front of the basketball hoop.

Ji Yan bent down slightly and swatted the ball strategically at his feet. His eyes were sharp, as if he was thinking about how to make a move.

His dribbling movements were smooth, and he dodged left and right to avoid Zuo Zefeng's interception. He aimed at the basket and threw it gently, and the basketball fell steadily from the basket.

Every time he scored a goal, Ji Yan would glance at Jiang Di's position with his peripheral vision, fearing that she would not see his wonderful performance.

At this moment, it felt like I was back when I was studying.

He practices with his teammates on the court every day, quietly waiting for the girl in the white skirt to pass by, casting the most beautiful arc in front of her, enjoying the cheers of his teammates and her eager eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Di, who was sitting on the edge of the court, was also filled with excitement.

The handsome young man in his memory came alive at this moment.

Every pitching action of Ji Yan is outlined by time as it was a few years ago.

Jiang Di raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously, as if he had returned to his most carefree years.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly.

Nine to seven.

Ji Yan narrowly won.

He walked proudly to Jiang Di, waiting for the imaginary praise.

However, Jiang Di handed the coat on the chair to Zuo Zefeng and said to him, "You must be exhausted."

Zuo Zefeng took the coat and put it on, raised his hand to wipe off the fine sweat on his forehead, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I exercised, so I'm sorry."

Jiang Di patted his shoulder and comforted him: "It doesn't matter, you are already very good. Ji Yan was on the basketball team in college. You will suffer from playing against him."

"Hey." Ji Yan was left aside and had no choice but to speak out to make his presence felt, "I am the winner, why can't I hear a good word?"

"Absolutely." Jiang Di stuck out his tongue at him and made a face, then walked towards Shen Ruo without looking back.

Zuo Zefeng cast an unclear look at Ji Yan, and then followed Jiang Di, leaving Ji Yan standing alone.

"Hey, you guys..."

Ji Yan rubbed his wrist, threw the basketball aside, and picked up his coat on the chair without interest.

"Ruoruo, let's go back."

Shen Ruo locked the screen of his phone, stood up, and said, "Someone from the school committee called me just now and asked me to come over. Professor Wang and Lan Wanling are also there."

"Then I'll go with you." Jiang Di took her arm.

Zuo Zefeng expressed his position: "I will join you."

Shen Ruo was a little embarrassed. She looked up and saw that it was already getting late, so she said, "It's better not to do it. I've already wasted a lot of your time today. I can just go by myself."

"That won't work." Jiang Di shook his head, "Lan Wanling slaps you whenever she wants. If we weren't here, there's no telling how she would bully you."

Shen Ruo bit her lip and thought for a while before nodding and agreeing: "Okay then, I'll treat you to dinner when it's done."

"Hey, what about you, are you going?" Jiang Di whistled to Ji Yan, "Lan Wanling must really want to see you."

Ji Yan had already put on his coat now. Looking at Jiang Di with a smirk on his face, he knew that this woman had no good intentions.

But what can be done?

"I am your little follower. I will go wherever you go."