To The Lovely You

   At this moment, the crowd burst into cheers and applause, attracting the attention of all the girls.

   It turned out that Luo Yichen made another three-pointer, which opened the score by 20 points.

   "Luo Yichen, come on! Luo Yichen, come on!" The brainless fans were so excited that they took the mineral water bottle and banged on it.

   Oh, their male **** Luo Yichen is really the best.

  The boys in Class 4 are all downcast and have no fighting spirit. In fact, they already knew the result of this game, but they just didn't want to quit halfway through the game, so they had to force it to finish.

   However, what annoyed them the most was that both Luo Yichen and Ke Shaoze's fan group had girls from Class 4.

   The class leader of Class 4 couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled at the girls in their class, "Hey, how many classes are you in? How can you cheer for other classes?"

   "Cut!" The fourth class girls expressed their disdain for the monitor, and some people threw several mineral water bottles at him.

   The monitor of the fourth class was a little uneasy, especially when he turned around and saw Luo Yichen, who was also the monitor, his heart became even more unbalanced.

   He is also a squad leader and plays basketball as well. Why is the treatment so poor? Of course, he forgot a very important point, his appearance and Luo Yichen's appearance are not on the same level at all.

   Ke Shaoze's fan group was also dissatisfied, especially Han Xuefei, who was headed by him. Because Luo Yichen stole Ke Shaoze's limelight in this game, they held grievances for their idol Ke Shaoze.

   As a result, fans on both sides started fighting, arguing over the two issues of "who is more handsome and who is better at basketball".

  Su Rourou couldn't bear it anymore, and said something to them that she had held back for a long time.

   "Classmates, stop arguing! Both Luo Yichen and Ke Shaoze are from Class 6! No matter who scores the goal, the result is the same!"

   "Diaoyou, little cute girl! Not bad!" Han Xuefei gave her an admiring look.

  The brainless fans looked at each other and closed their mouths one after another.

On the    side, the game on the court entered the intermission phase, and Ke Shaoze and Luo Yichen walked side by side towards the off-court rest area.

  Ke Shaoze saw Han Xuefei's face, and his face turned pale again with fright.

  Han Xuefei smiled brightly at him, rushed forward to stop him, and forcibly stuffed the sports drink in his hand.

  Ke Shaoze dodged, but didn't want to take it.

   But Han Xuefei was unwilling to give up, and stood in front of him reluctantly, as if he didn't want to bypass her if he didn't drink today.

   Ke Shaoze wanted to cry but had no tears: God! How can there be such an annoying girl? He never hit a woman, but he really wanted to make an exception today...

   Luo Yichen on the side was calm on the surface, but there was a gloating light hidden in the depths of his eyes.

  Su Rourou stood in the crowd, looking at Han Xuefei with some envy. In fact, she also wanted to do this very much. It was a scene she had imagined countless times. However, she did not have the courage to move forward.

  The picture in her imagination is this: Ke Shaoze came down from the court in sweat, she stepped forward, lowered her head and handed him the drink in her hand. He took it with a smile, unscrewed the bottle cap and raised his head to drink it. Cool drops of water flowed down the contours of his perfect chin. One drop, one drop, glittering in the sun.

   However, the ideal is very plump, but the reality is very slender. She looked down at the bottle of Evian mineral water in her hand and was silent.

   Because this bottle of mineral water is for Luo Yichen, not for Ke Shaoze...

   At this moment, Ke Shaoze, who was extremely embarrassed, saw that Su Rourou was also holding a bottle of drink in her hand, and ran towards her like a savior.

   "Brother Rou, is this water for me? I'm welcome..."