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When it started to rain, most of it had already dispersed in a short time.Only a few girls from Class [-] and Class [-] were still holding umbrellas, standing in the rain and continuing to wait to watch the game.

Everyone helped the referee move the scoreboard, and we went back to the nearest high school teaching building together.

A group of people sat at the entrance of the teaching building, all of them looked like soaked chickens, and their basketball uniforms were already soaked through.The boys in the two classes looked at each other and remained relatively silent for a long time.

Just as everyone in class [-] was sitting on the steps helpless, the voice of the rabbit suddenly came from the rain curtain not far away: "——it's not over yet, it's just raining heavily, I don't know if we can still fight..."

A black umbrella appeared at the bottom of the steps. Bi Ziyun wiped off the drops of water on his face, and saw Fang Nan holding the umbrella, walking towards the gate of the teaching building with Senior Sister Chen Niran.

Bi Ziyun held the tissue in his hand, staring blankly at the two walking side by side in the rain.

"Brother Nan!" Lin Mingming seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and stood up and shouted at Fang Nan who was under the steps, "Brother Nan, you are finally back, we are probably going to lose this round."

When they reached the gate of the teaching building, Chen Niran and Fang Nan waved goodbye, turned around and walked into the elevator in the building.

"I just heard from the rabbit," Fang Nan said to Song Huaishu, "Mingming fouled five times and was sent off."

When passing the steps where Bi Ziyun was sitting, Fang Nan stopped.

His seemingly unconscious movements made Bi Ziyun's pupils shrink slightly.

Standing beside Bi Ziyun, Fang Nan leaned forward the umbrella in his hand to block the raindrops from the eaves for Bi Ziyun.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-12-1320:40:49~2020-12-1422:09:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: I want to eat a bottle of you;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

42. Suffering and loss

Autumn rain comes and goes quickly.The rain in the sky gradually became lighter, and the students who took shelter from the rain walked out of the teaching building one after another under umbrellas.

The basketball team leader of class three came over and asked Song Huaishu, "Is your class still playing?"

"Fight, fight, why not fight."

Song Huaishu was about to stand up, but suddenly patted his head: "Oh, I almost forgot something, you wait for me."

He rushed out of the teaching building against the rain, and within a few minutes, he trotted back and brought back a supply box by the way.

Song Huaishu took out a brand new light blue jersey from the cardboard box and handed it to Fang Nan: "I thought you could play, so I customized one for you. Go to the bathroom and change."

Fang Nan shook the jersey away in his hands, and sure enough, he saw the words "Fang Nan, Class 28, High School" printed on the back of the jersey.He put away his umbrella, turned around and walked towards the bathroom in the teaching building.

"Brother Nan is back, it seems our class is stable now." Lin Mingming said excitedly to Song Huaishu.

"You brat, if there is another game next time, you can memorize the rules for me."

Song Huaishu raised his elbow and punched Lin Mingming's chest, but Lin Mingming laughed and avoided it.

It was still drizzling outside, and the autumn wind was blowing in with the torrential rain, which made Bi Ziyun shiver uncontrollably.

When Fang Nan was standing beside him just now, he completely forgot that his whole body was wet, and he had long since been drenched by the rain.It wasn't until Fang Nan went to the bathroom that he felt a sudden chill.The water stains on the shoulders and back were gradually dried by the wind before they could be wiped off.

Bi Ziyun did not expect to meet Fang Nan on such an occasion.When Fang Nan's figure appeared at the bottom of the steps, his whole heart was raised, but after seeing Chen Ni beside Fang Nan, he slowly sank to the bottom of the valley.

The image of the two walking out of the rain with an umbrella stuck in his mind for a long time.Compared with the "Learning Star" photos juxtaposed on the bulletin board, it is hundreds of times more dazzling.

After playing and laughing, several members of the basketball team found that Bi Ziyun was still sitting on the steps by the door, not intending to join the chat at all.

Song Huaishu asked them to keep their voices down, got up and walked towards Bi Ziyun.

"Bi Ziyun?" Song Huaishu stepped forward and asked him, "Are you okay?"

"Uncle, I'm fine. I probably caught a cold from the rain." Bi Ziyun rubbed her nose and said to Song Huaishu with a smile.

When Bi Ziyun spoke, his nasal voice dragged on. Song Huaishu heard something was wrong, so he put his head directly in front of Bi Ziyun: "You don't have a fever, do you?"

A gust of cool wind blew along the door, Song Huaishu saw that Bi Ziyun was trembling, and quickly said: "I think you are not feeling well, or you'd better not play later."

Just as Bi Ziyun was about to speak, a voice suddenly came from behind: "What's wrong?"

Song Huaishu turned around and found that Fang Nan had changed into his jersey and came out of the bathroom.

"Brother Nan, Bi Ziyun—"

"Are you ready?" Bi Ziyun interrupted Song Huaishu, "Then let's go."

While talking, he stood up from the steps, stretched his arms, raised his feet and walked out of the teaching building.

Song Huaishu opened his eyes wide, but he still didn't realize it immediately: "Bi Ziyun, aren't you—"

Didn't you just sit there shivering just now, why did you act like a normal person right away?

Bi Ziyun turned around and looked at the group of people behind on the steps: "We'll win this round first, can you go?"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go." Song Huaishu quickly followed with the ball in his arms.

Fang Nan frowned slightly when he saw Bi Ziyun, who was full of energy and looked like he had been injected with chicken blood, in front of him.

The sky was drizzling with light rain, the referee blew his whistle, and the final quarter of the basketball game continued as usual.

Fang Nan's appearance gave everyone in class 100 a shot in the arm. Under his leadership, the five members of class [-] gradually became more aggressive.After Fang Nan easily scored a few goals, the team members of the third class cheered up [-]%, fearing that the leading situation would be reversed by Fang Nan alone.

With less than 30 seconds left in the game, the power forwards in class three dribbled the ball forward. Fang Nan was looking for an opportunity to intercept it. Bi Ziyun, who was closer to the rebound, took the lead and intercepted the opponent's ball midway.

Bi Ziyun dribbled the ball back and forth with his left and right hands, squinting his eyes to look for opportunities to break through.Fang Nan took the opportunity to approach Bi Ziyun, and when the two passed by, Bi Ziyun heard Fang Nan say, "Now."

The shoulders of the two touched and separated, and Bi Ziyun jumped on tiptoe, apparently preparing to throw the ball to the basket.Seeing that there was an opportunity to intercept, everyone in the third class immediately gathered under the backboard, trying to intercept Bi Ziyun's throw.

The people in class three didn't expect that Bi Ziyun was doing fake moves.

Seeing that the opponent was approaching aggressively, Bi Ziyun and Fang Nan looked at each other, and immediately passed the ball to Fang Nan.The two switched targets in an instant. Fang Nan walked around in front of Bi Ziyun, and while no one was guarding him, he immediately got up and shot a jump shot.

The basketball drew an arc in midair, and the moment it entered the basket, Song Huaishu yelled: "Beautiful!"

Just then, the referee blew the final whistle and the game was over.

Through a perfectly coordinated pick-and-roll, Fang Nan successfully evened the scores of the two teams.The captain of Class Three turned around and gave Fang Nan a thumbs up.

At the last moment, Fang Nan raised his hand subconsciously as he threw the ball into the basket, wanting to give his teammates a high-five to celebrate.The two clapped their hands under the basket. Fang Nan didn't react until he put down his hands and felt the warmth remaining in his palms.The one who cooperated with me just now seems to be Bi Ziyun.

Bi Ziyun's palm was very hot, burning hot.

Fang Nan turned his head and saw Bi Ziyun's red nose and wet hair at a glance.

"Do you have a fever?" Fang Nan asked, "When did it start?"

Bi Ziyun wanted to speak at first, but his throat suddenly felt so dry, so he could only nod towards Fang Nan.Standing beside Fang Nan, even the breath he exhaled was hot.

Due to the weather, there was no overtime match. Class [-] and Class [-] were considered a draw.Although Class [-] did not make a comeback in the end, it did not affect the mood of the members of the class at all.

They walked shoulder to shoulder to Qiushi Building, ready to go back to the class to rest for a while before fighting.If the rain stops later, they will face another squad in an hour.

When everyone else entered the classroom, Fang Nan stopped at the door and signaled Bi Ziyun to wait.

Bi Ziyun stood at the door of the class without knowing why, watching Fang Nan stretch out his hand and put it on his forehead.

A flame seemed to grow out of nowhere in his chest, and as Fang Nan approached him, the fire burned more and more intensely, almost burning his whole body.

When the palm was only a foot away from the skin, Bi Ziyun suddenly raised his head in a mysterious way, and looked straight into Fang Nan's eyes.

He must have been so burned that he dared to look at Fang Nan with such eyes.

Seeing the way Bi Ziyun looked at him, Fang Nan curled his fingers stiffly, and then slowly lowered his hand.

He avoided Bi Ziyun's gaze: "You must have a fever."

Bi Ziyun coughed twice, trying hard not to sound so hoarse: "How did you do in the exam today?"

Fang Nan nodded slightly: "It's okay."

"Where's Senior Sister Chen?" Bi Ziyun asked again.

"It should be good to hear what she said." Fang Nan looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Bi Ziyun glanced into the classroom, "Since you're back, you can play in the afternoon session. I'll tell Uncle Huai that I'm not feeling well today, so I'll go home first.