"Wu Bing, can you put down your brother's matter and talk to me about it. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Tang Xiaoqing opened his hand to block the way of the tall girl, looking like he was at home.

Wu Bing looked at her for a while, took a step back, and moved away from her: "Say." ”

"Shuo and I are not what you think, we are not a couple, he is just my half-brother."

"Oh?" Wu Bing raised his eyebrows, trying his best to hide his somewhat surprised expression. "So, what do you want to say?"

"Shuo is not a heartless person, don't hurt him, okay."

Wu Bing sneered: "I hurt him? Don't be funny, we have nothing to do with it, where did I hurt him. ”

"He told you about being together."

“...”

"He's not the guy who just says that to people, you should understand." Tang Xiaoqing glanced at her deeply and smiled.

"I know, but I'm not going to say yes. If you're here today just to tell me this, then I think you've made a trip in vain. No matter what your relationship with Fan Shuo is, it has nothing to do with me, and for you, I still hate you, so don't come to me in the future. ”

Tang Xiaoqing looked at the girl who left with an expressionless face, lowered her head slightly in some frustration, and curled her lips: "Wu Bing, you will understand, Shuo is just a child that no one wants and no one loves." ”

Wu Bing stood still, stunned in place, and frowned a little distressedly. "That's not about me." No one will say anything against their will, but who really knows how painful the person who speaks is, only she knows by herself. Fan Shuo is a very important person for her, maybe someone she will never forget in this life, her first love, a character who makes people blush and heartbeat. She wanted to get to know him like everyone else, but she didn't have the desire to be with him like everyone else, because she felt that love was just a high-sounding illusion, sacred, happy, joyful, and love was not like this, at least not what she saw.

"Fan Shuo!" On the court, a few sweaty boys were passing the ball and attacking, and the people around the field were shouting loudly. The man was wearing the No. 24 jersey, sensitively shuttling between opponents, a pair of black eyes flashing with fine light, looking at the basketball and basket in his hand with precision and concentration, a stagnant feint, suddenly a perfect dodge, like a leopard quickly rushed to the basket, jumped, a powerful dunk, landed. The stadium instantly resounded with shrill cheers and screams. As if he hadn't heard, the man grabbed the corner of his clothes and wiped the sweat beads on Jun's face, and continued to trot on the court, the players ran over to high-five him, looking at the affirmative and appreciative eyes of the players, he curled his lips and nodded.

The man subconsciously looked up at the big screen of the score, but inadvertently saw a tall figure, a trace of joy in his black eyes, he looked directly at the figure, his left hand suddenly raised and clenched into a fist and gently beat his chest twice. Everyone thought he was being handsome, but no, he was just telling the man that his heart was beating.

There was a girl in the audience with her arms crossed, looking at the sweaty players on the court with a blank face, and her beautiful eyes showed the figure of the person on the court. The girl exuded a cold aura, but no one noticed the blush on her pretty face.