That game author keeps trying to drive me crazy

Tan Miao hurriedly looked back, raised her hand and slapped her sweaty forehead with a "slap".

How did you forget this?

At the end of the intermission, the two sides slightly adjusted the lineup and changed a few players, but the two main players, Tan Miao and Ye Zimo, were still there.

Five minutes after the start, the onlookers couldn't help talking strangely while cheering and cheering.

"That handsome guy in the computer department doesn't seem to be in the right state."

"I also think... is it because of lack of energy?"

"The rhythm on both sides is indeed not as good as before, but he seems to be particularly obvious?"

The person next to him nodded in agreement.

In the previous competition, the audience could see that although Ye Zimo was a few centimeters taller than Tan Miao, Tan Miao's jumping ability was slightly stronger than Ye Zimo's. So after two quarters of the competition, the two were basically evenly matched.

But in the third game, Tan Miao's performance was obviously not as good as before. He failed to guard against Ye Zimo several times, allowing the latter to score frequently.

Seeing the scores of the mathematics department rising, the few girls in the mathematics department cheered happily from the sidelines, calling wildly for Ye Zimo.

But those with sharp eyes found that Ye Zimo didn't seem to be happy because of this.

Tan Miao, who had been confronting him at close range, naturally also noticed it.

This person originally had a face that rejected people thousands of miles away, but now his brows were slightly furrowed, making him look even more icy cold.

"Zimo, go on." The player in the white jersey threw the basketball in his hand.

Ye Zimo raised his arms to catch the football firmly, turned around and bumped into Tan Miao face to face.

The latter was obviously taken aback, his eyes suddenly became very complicated, seemed to be full of entanglements, and then quickly looked away.

I don't know, I thought he did something to be sorry for him.

Ye Zimo's eyes swept down, keenly aware of his next intention.

"Hey." Ye Zimo, who communicated with his teammates almost all the way through his eyes, finally opened his mouth, but he said to his opponent: "Fight seriously."

Tan Miao turned her head when she heard the words, and met Ye Zimo's disapproving eyes.

He was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly reacted, nodded slightly, and then put his body into a tight defensive posture.

Ye Zimo moved in an instant, and took a big step to the side while controlling the ball with one hand. Tan Miao waited for the opportunity and quickly followed his pace. When he took off, he also jumped up, throwing the ball that he might have thrown into it. The ball was intercepted outside the net, and the big hand took control of the ball with a single grab.

Tan Miao ran while dribbling, turning left and right all the way, passing between two defenders and heading towards the opposite side.

The members of the mathematics department quickly waited in front of the basket, only to see Tan Miao slam on the brakes to stay in place, then raised his arms, took off, and shot—all in one go.

With a bang, the ball went in.

After a few seconds of silence, cheers erupted from the sidelines.

"Wow--"

"It's amazing! Three-pointers! I haven't seen it in our high school!"

"Come on, Tan Miao—Come on, Department of Computer—"

Tan Miao shook his head, raised his hand indifferently, and fixed it for his elated teammates to run over and clap their hands.

However, the smile that could not be hidden at the corner of his mouth was still keenly captured.

"Good fight." At the same time as the last palm hit his hand, a cold voice sounded at the same time.

Why does this voice sound familiar?

As soon as Tan Miao turned her head, she saw Ye Zimo retracting her hand, staring at him with dark eyes, and her face did not look so cold at last.

Tan Miao was startled, and subconsciously jumped back a step.

After Ye Zimo finished his high-five and finished speaking, he turned and walked towards his teammates. The game still had to continue.

However, he frowned slightly.

He was obviously praising him, why did he have that frightened expression.

Are you that scary yourself?

sidelines.

A girl wearing glasses said thoughtfully: "Hey, did you see that Ye Dashen from the Department of Mathematics just gave a high-five to the handsome guy from our department."

"I see." Her companion watched the game intently, and said casually, "Tan Miao was so scared that she hid back. Could it be that these two have a feud?"

"Really?" The girl pushed her glasses inscrutablely, and murmured, "Why do I feel... that there is adultery?"

After this three-pointer, Tan Miao's state seemed to have picked up quickly, and she scored half of the points for the computer department, and also received the screams of countless girls.

Just as eye-catching as him was Ye Mo, who played better than the previous two games.As if inspired by Tan Miao who had regained his form, he was also strong when he met the strong, and he continued to confront Tan Miao, and his performance was not inferior, which was perfect. This state lasted until the fourth game.

By the end, the stadium pretty much became a battleground for these two men.

"Shhh - game over."

As the whistle sounded, the basketball game was declared over, and the computer department narrowly beat the mathematics department by 63:59.

The members of the school's student union and the student unions of the two departments immediately got up and went to work. The audience on the sidelines were happy and sad, and discussed the game happily or sadly.

The emotions on both sides of the court were not as intense as the audience on the side, and they hugged each other after wiping off their sweat.

Ye Zimo glanced at the actions of his teammates, raised his eyebrows slightly, then looked at Tan Miao who was standing in front of him, and opened his arms generously, the latter was slightly startled, walked over awkwardly, and hugged him.

Even though he had just gone through a hearty physical exercise, this man didn't sweat much, and even the jersey on his body gave off a smell of laundry detergent that had been ironed by body temperature, which was very pleasant.

A few seconds later, the two tacitly let go of each other, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ye Zimo suddenly said: "By the way, why did you..."

But in the middle of his speech, he was interrupted by the classmates who came to look for the two of them. He stopped in good time and turned to answer the conversation.

Tan Miao was listening with her ears open. Seeing the interruption, she felt like a cat's claws in her heart, but it was not convenient to go over and ask him what he wanted to ask.

And he didn't dare...

Xia Lingyu handed the things over, and said with a beaming smile, "Senior is awesome!"

"You are polite." Tan Miao said so, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

In any case, being able to lead your teammates to victory is something to be proud of.

After putting on his coat, Tan Miao was dragged by the cadres of the student union to stay there for a while as a signboard. He was in the same situation as him, and Ye Zimo was beside him with a helpless face.

One was dizzy and was fooled, and the other was determined to leave quickly, but the hospitality was hard to resist.

Then, taking advantage of those people in the student union not paying attention, the two disappeared at the same time.

Once back in the dormitory, Tan Miao indulged herself and fell on the bed like a salted fish, and took out her mobile phone.

Ji Boyan, who was on the upper bunk, struggled to get up from the sound of the door, until now he was holding on to the edge of the bed, and said in a flustered voice, "Xiao Miao, how is the game going..."

Tan Miao rolled her eyes: "Brother, you just have a broken leg, don't you look like you're dying?"

"Ahem." Ji Boyan returned to normal: "How about it, did you win?"

"Nonsense." Tan Miao yawned lazily: "It's not like you haven't seen my freshman football skills before."

Ji Boyan immediately struggled to get down: "Pass tea to the boss."

"You can calm down." Tan Miao got up by herself and picked up a bottle of mineral water that came back and drank it, but her eyes squinted at the newly opened Penguin interface.

Tan Miao has joined many groups, but only the iwanna group opened the group message notification. The name of this group is also very individual: "Fear of death is not a pure man".

It can be regarded as an alternative translation of iwannabetheguy.

In this regard, some female players headed by Lemon expressed dissatisfaction with the group name, but the administrator ZM sent them back with one sentence.

"If you don't make a sound, who would believe that you are girls?"

The news in the group shows that there are 99+, and Tan Miao couldn't help feeling emotional.

These people can really say...

After opening the news, it turned out that he was talking about himself.

Pikachu was talking about how he was tortured by Mr. Ink's game today, and the description was vivid, making people feel as if they were there.

[Master Zong Gong talks about Xiao Miao]: "Pikachu, it's a shame that you don't talk about books."

Pikachu's words stopped abruptly, and the person disappeared instantly.

[Zong Gong adults talk about Xiao Miao]: "@巨气sideleaky yo Xiaoxi told your one to get out!"

[Alpaca]: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

[Lemon vowed to kill the boss]: "During class, I laughed out loud."

[Alpaca]: "Why didn't the teacher beat you to death?"

[Lu Renjia]: "Little meow, little meow! Please portal, I'm going to watch!"

[Zong Gong adults talk about Xiao Miao]: "No, you don't want to see my jokes."

[Management-ZM]: "www.live.tltv.com/XXXXXX"

[Master Zong Gong talks about Xiao Miao]: "..."

[Management-ZM]: "Sorry, I didn't see that you are not allowed to post it. Shall I withdraw it now?"

[Master Zong Gong talks about Xiao Miao]: "... Forget it."

"Pfft——" In front of a certain computer, a girl almost spit out the drink she just drank.

[Yo Xiaoxi who is domineering and leaking]: "Hahahaha, when will you start the live broadcast, Xiao Miao, we will go and cheer you on."

[Master Zong Gong talks about Xiao Miao]: "Tomorrow, I just went out and I'm a little tired."

In fact, it's not just that I'm a little tired, I haven't moved for a long time, and it seems that my bones are about to fall apart after such a movement.

[Cute Pikachu]: "Why did you go out in the middle of the live broadcast?"

[Lemon swears to kill the BOSS]: "Master ZM, how do you know Xiaomiao's live broadcast room, have you also watched the live broadcast?"

Deathly silence.

Neither question was answered.

The former didn't deliberately not answer, but he heard a "kuang" before he saw the question, and then Ji Boyan let out a scream like a pig being killed, so he had to get up quickly to see what was going on.

The latter, on the other hand, stared at the question for two seconds, and as soon as he opened the keyboard, a call came in.

He frowned imperceptibly, and swiped his finger to the right.

"Hey?"

The author has something to say:

The manuscript saver is basically killed [I am a dead procrastinator], and Da Tudou basically runs naked without an outline, so after finishing writing, I should go back and revise it... [For example, Tan Miao’s iwanna career, I decided to shorten it, otherwise I would still play for two years. So cute (chun)... so handicapped... I shouldn't shout~~]