When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Qian Ling opened his mouth, suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Yan Zekai's eyes, and moved towards him.

He closed his eyes unconsciously, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

The clear smell slowly surrounded him, his heartbeat that seemed to have just calmed down became uncontrollable again, and the corners of his eyes were stained with panic.

"Student Qianling, you are here."

Song Yuanbai's voice came from behind, Qianling was awakened suddenly, reached out and pushed Yan Zekai in front of him, and turned his head, "What's the matter?"

Song Yuanbai scratched his head, and Sunshine said shyly, "The physical education teacher told me to pick up the basketball, can you help me go?"

So many people don't shout, come to him specifically?

Yan Zekai clicked his tongue and looked at Song Yuanbai coldly, "He has no strength, let me go."

Song Yuanbai said: "This is not good, you are not in our class..."

"What nonsense, let's go."

Inexplicably, Qian Ling felt that the behavior of Yan Zekai in front of him was familiar, as if he was going to drag him to a corner where no one was around to fight.

Although Song Yuanbai looked quite powerful, but he felt in his heart that if there was a real fight, Yan Zekai would definitely not suffer, and he even belonged to the kind of person who did not take it lightly.

"No need, Yan Zekai, I'll just go with him."

Qian Ling walked quickly to Song Yuanbai's side, tugged at his arm, "Let's go."

"Row."

Seeing the two walking away in front of him, Yan Zekai fixed his eyes on the arm that Qian Ling touched.

Gee.

I'm so upset, I really want to break it off.

The soda can in his hand made an overwhelmed sound when he squeezed it. He lowered his head and took a sip, as if he was surrounded by the sweet fruit aroma again.

It's a pity that no matter how sweet this drink is, it's still not as good as Qianling.

As Qianling walked towards the equipment room, she was absent-mindedly thinking about what happened just now.

Yan Zekai posted him too close.

I really don't know what this guy wants...

There were several large baskets of basketballs piled up in the equipment room. Song Yuanbai picked up one of the baskets and handed him only one of the basketballs, "Just help me get this one, and I will do the rest myself."

Ok?

Qian Ling took the almost weightless basketball, and then looked at the big basket in Song Yuanbai's hands, "It's too heavy, I'll help you carry it."

"It's not heavy, it's nothing to us sports students."

As Song Yuanbai said, he performed a one-handed hand for him. It seemed that he was really not trying to be brave, but really relaxed.

Since he could handle it all by himself, Qian Ling said blankly, "Then why did you ask me for help?"

Song Yuanbai's face turned red in an instant, showing through under his wheat-colored skin, and he didn't even dare to look directly at the ridiculously beautiful boy in front of him.

"Because... I want to be alone with you."

"what?"

Before Qianling understood, Song Yuanbai had already pulled out the equipment room in embarrassment with a large basket of basketballs.

"Student Qianling, let's go back quickly, or the physical education teacher will curse again."

Qian Ling had no choice but to follow behind him, holding the basketball and going back.

The learning content of this class is the basic dribbling and layup of basketball. For boys who are naturally active, it is not a problem at all.

For Qian Ling, it was a test.

The physical education teacher blew the whistle, "Practice hitting the ground and passing the ball freely in groups of two and two."

Almost all the students holding the basketball cast their eyes in Qianling's direction.

But they haven't had time to speak yet.

Song Yuanbai immediately turned his head, and said in front of everyone, "Let's be in a group, I'm good at teaching people." He tugged on his basketball uniform, "You can rest assured that you are a member of the school team."

It turns out that this basketball jersey of the same style as Yan Zekai's is the uniform of the school basketball team.

Qian Ling couldn't help but look to the side.

The class next door was also teaching the same content. Most of the students were busy picking up balls everywhere, while Yan Zekai at the end casually slapped the basketball in his hand.

And his palms are big and his fingers are long, which can almost wrap the entire basketball. The basketball in other people's hands becomes extraordinarily obedient in his hands.

It seems that playing is not so difficult?

Qian Ling is Xiaobai.

As for Song Yuanbai, he learned how to teach, and only after he really got started did he feel that this was not the case at all!

After the basketball hit the ground, it bounced on the ground, as if losing power, it rolled to the feet of Song Yuanbai on the opposite side.

Qian Ling said in shame: "I'm sorry, my strength is too weak."

Song Yuanbai didn't care at all, picked up the ball on the ground, and even took two steps forward, "Don't worry, get ready, I'll pass the ball to you."

After the basketball hit the ground, it flew towards him quickly. It was powerful and the angle was accurate. Qian Ling could catch it just by reaching out.

Qian Ling quickly stretched out her hand.

The basketball slammed into his palm and gave him a solid high five.

Song Yuanbai smiled and said: "Look, you are doing well, aren't you%3F"

Qianling held the basketball, his palms were covered with ashes on the basketball, but joy came from the bottom of his heart, "It's all because of your good pass."

"Then you pass it on to me again?"

Qian Ling nodded.

He lacks strength, lacks accuracy, and makes tricky passes most of the time.

But Song Yuanbai was very active in catching it. Even when the basketball accidentally bounced out, Song Yuanbai ran out and picked it up before Qian Ling had time to pick it up.

After going back and forth, Qian Ling felt a little embarrassed.

"I'll pick it up myself."

Song Yuanbai wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were bright, "No, your pass is getting better and better, just keep practicing, maybe you can surpass me soon."

He is too good at boasting.

Qian Ling's ears became hot from him, and he let out rainbow farts, and all his guilt was thrown into outer space.

And all these were captured by a pair of heavy eyes, Yan Zekai threw the basketball in his hand heavily, and accurately smashed the basketball into the basketball hoop halfway across the court.

Students in the same group: "...?"

Is there any serious illness?

"Go pick it up." Yan Zekai said coldly.

That classmate didn't dare to resist the frighteningly cold Yan Zekai in front of him, and ran to pick up the ball in desperation.

After picking up the basketball, Yan Zekai hit the basketball accurately in the basketball hoop again. In the next dozen times, he did not miss a single shot.

so horrible.

"Assemble," the physical education teacher blew the whistle again, "this is the end of today's practice, the rest of the time is free to move around, but you can't go back to the classroom."

The classmate who was so tired that he was about to collapse sent the basketball to Yan Zekai again.

He reflexively prepares to pick up the ball.

And Yan Zekai walked towards the next class with a dark face, and the basketball in his hand flew straight to Song Yuanbai.

"Be careful--"

Qian Ling pulled Song Yuanbai away, and the flying basketball passed by his arm and rolled into the lawn next to him.

He frowned, "Yan Zekai, what are you doing?"

"It's just a slippery hand." Yan Zekai stood still in front of Song Yuanbai, raised his chin, "Let's compete?"

"Ignore him, let's go to the side to practice." Qian Ling hugged her basketball, turned and left.

A hand passed from his side, pocketing him back, and the whole person was pressed into a wide embrace, with his chest pressed against Qianling's ear, and he said in a deep voice:

"If he is so good, he will only teach you to be better."

"You are too arrogant," Qianling struggled, but the hand on his waist was holding him tightly, the distance was so close that you could even feel the body temperature of the person behind you through the material of the sportswear, "How can you talk about other people's food?" Where can it be so great?"

"To what extent did it make you cry?"

Qian Ling, who was despised, snorted angrily, "You think too much, I can't cry! And who promised to play with you. And even if you beat me, what's the big deal, you're bullying me— —”

"very noisy,"

Yan Zekai embraced Qianling, covered Qianling's mouth with the back of his hand unceremoniously, and looked at Song Yuanbai, "How about it, do you dare to compete?"

"I compare, you let him go first."

Only then did Yan Zekai let go of his hand, "Let's go, see you at the team stadium."

Qian Ling rubbed his mouth heavily, his eyes flushed with anger, wishing he could hit the basketball in his arms like Yan Zekai's head.

Narcissistic, arrogant, and talking to himself.

If he had known this would happen, he would never have given the biscuits to Yan Zekai!

"Qian Ling, are you alright?" Song Yuanbai comforted, "I'll win him later, and I'll give you a sigh of relief."

"I want to play."

He didn't believe that Yan Zekai was so powerful that he could make him cry!

Surrounded by circles of students outside the basketball court, no one went to rest under the shade of a tree even under the scorching sun.

All because of the people standing on the field.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Ah, I'm so envious of those four who can be on the same team as Qianling's wife. Thinking of being able to touch the ball that my wife touched, it's too cheap for them."

"If I had known in advance that today would come, I would have started practicing basketball from the womb,"

……

"However, why is there Yan Zekai in the opposite class team? Did he actually play?"

"It's over, it seems that we may be tortured by blood."

Standing among a group of tall boys, Qianling looked like she was just making up the numbers. The competitive spirit that was aroused by anger just now was extinguished in an instant.

Qian Ling lowered his head.

Is it too late to end now?

Yan Zekai walked over with the basketball in his arms, "What's the matter, are you scared? Are you going to cry before you start?"

"Who is crying, don't lie to your debt when you lose later."

Yan Zekai chuckled softly, and the laughter penetrated into his ears, Qianling couldn't help but circle his fingers.

Ruined.

Why are you talking harshly again...

Song Yuanbai walked up to him and encouraged him: "Wait, be careful not to get hurt. If you get the ball, pass it to me, you know?"

Qian Ling nodded.

As the whistle blew, the physical education teacher threw the ball up. Yan Zekai beat Song Yuanbai and slapped the ball away.

Qian Ling hadn't realized what happened, and the group of people started running.

"Defense! Defense!"

With the ball, Yan Zekai ran past Qian Ling, like a strong and flexible leopard, breaking through the defense, jumping high and dunking.

Qianling's head went blank for a few seconds, and then the whistle blew, and Yan Zekai took the lead to score two points.

Song Yuanbai ran over to comfort him and said, "It's normal that you can't prevent him, it's okay, this is just the beginning, we will chase him back."

Qian Ling nodded.

He adjusted his mentality, and in the next game, Song Yuanbai passed the ball, "Qianling, catch it."

Just as the basketball was about to fly in front of him, an afterimage flashed past and snatched the ball away.

Yan Zekai patted the ball and pressed the three-point line to shoot.

A beautiful arc was drawn in mid-air, and it hit the basketball hoop hollowly.

A perfect three points!

Cheers came from outside.

Qian Ling looked at the palm of his hand, the ball was snatched right in front of him.

He looked in Yan Zekai's direction and silently clenched his palms.

For the next whole game, Yan Zekai seemed to be obsessed with Yin, insisting on grabbing his ball, time and time again, taking away the ball that was about to be handed.

The point difference between the two teams has reached an outrageous level.

As the whistle sounded at the end, Yan Zekai hit the final two-pointer, patted the basketball and walked to Qianling's side, "How are you, are you convinced?"

Qian Ling lowered her head and remained uncharacteristically silent.

Yan Zekai stopped slapping the ball, and he looked carefully, only to find that Qian Ling's shoulders shook slightly, and a tooth mark was bitten on his rosy lips.

He panicked, "You..."

Yan Zekai stretched out his hand, but Qian Ling slapped it away heavily, and the back of his hand felt hot.

Qian Ling turned around and wiped her eyes stubbornly.

"You're so annoying, stay away from me," Qian Ling said, the more he felt aggrieved, why did he play against the basketball team, his voice was trembling unconsciously, "It's all your fault, you insist on grabbing my ball! "

In front of so many people, he didn't even touch the edge of the basketball.

He doesn't want to cry.

Crying will definitely make Yan Zekai more proud, but his eyes are so sore...

Yan Zekai didn't care about the marks on his palms, he pulled Qianling's arm and turned him back forcefully.

His eyes fell into that pretty little face, and there were teardrops hanging on the slender eyelashes, and the tears were rolling in the eye sockets, and they stubbornly refused to fall.

Like a hammer, it hit Yan Zekai's heart hard.

Qian Ling pursed her lips tightly.

Laugh.

He will never talk to this nasty guy again!

At this moment, a dirty basketball was caught off guard in his arms.

Qian Ling froze for a moment.

The whole person soared into the air, Yan Zekai picked him up, put him on his shoulders, and walked to the basketball hoop.

"Vote, vote for as many as you want."

[The author has something to say: Yan Zekai: It's so dangerous, I almost lost my wife]