The teenager rides a tricycle with a back seat filled with many different varieties of flowers.

These delicate flowers looked a little bleak around the boy.

People are more beautiful than flowers.

Jiang Fanchuan finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

Listening to the young man's voice, Jiang Fanchuan knew that the young man in front of him was the poor worm who had just been broken up.

Jiang Fanchuan let go of the deformed straw that had been bitten by him, looked at the young man in front of him, and said in a faint voice: "I'm drinking milk tea here, you came by yourself, so I don't want to hear it." ”

Xi Yang looked at the young man in front of him and smiled lazily: "That's really embarrassing, I'm sorry to disturb your Yaxing drinking milk tea." ”

"Well, that's okay." Jiang Fanchuan said seriously: "I'm very generous, and I won't bother with you." ”

Not only will I not bother with you, but I pity you.

Because he had no money, he was dumped.

It's miserable.

When Xi Yang heard this, he smiled in a low voice, revealing a little pleasure: "I didn't expect that the ace pitcher of the Chuanliu High School baseball team is not only good-looking, but also so beautiful in soul." ”

When Jiang Fanchuan heard this, he narrowed his eyes: "Do you know me?" ”

Xi Yang didn't deny it, and said with a smile: "I not only know you, but also your fan." ”

Jiang Fanchuan was slightly stunned.

His... A fan of someone?

At school, he really has fans.

But it's all about his beauty and handsomeness.

He was disdainful.

What he wants are fans who are attracted to him playing baseball.

Jiang Fanchuan scoffed: "What you like, it's my face, right?" ”

He looks too handsome, do you blame him?

Who dares to blame him.

When Xi Yang heard this, a smile deepened in his eyes, "You are indeed good-looking, and I like it too, but I prefer the way you stand on the pitcher's mound and throw the ball." ”

When Jiang Fanchuan heard this, he was slightly stunned.

In an instant, there was a firework, which bloomed in his mind.

His whole body was instantly happy.

This man was attracted by his baseball style!

This man is a true fan of his.

Not for his beauty.

Jiang Fanchuan's whole person was refreshed.

Looking at Xi Yang's dark circles again, thinking about the picture of being dumped just now, I felt more sympathy for Xi Yang in my heart.

This little fan, it's so pitiful.

Trapped by love, I can't sleep every night.

In the end, he was dumped.

However, the teenager in front of him is his fan.

Now this fan has been dumped and is sad.

Then he's an idol, now that he has seen it, he doesn't comfort this fan, it seems that it doesn't fit the style of an idol.

Jiang Fanchuan lowered his head and thought hard, how to comfort this dumped fan?

It'll be a while.

Jiang Fanchuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

I saw Jiang Fanchuan take out a baseball from his pocket and look at Xi Yang: "Is there a pen?" ”

Xi Yang was puzzled, although he didn't know what Jiang Fanchuan wanted to do, but he still gave him the pen.

I saw Jiang Fanchuan take the pen, write his name on the baseball, and hand it to Xi Yang: "Here you go, my signature, this is the first time I have signed someone." ”

Only you have it, so you can steal the fun.

Hum.

Xi Yang took the baseball, looked at the three words "Jiang Fanchuan" on the baseball, a streamer crossed his eyes, and his eyebrows were crooked: "Thank you." ”

Jiang Fanchuan looked at the happy appearance of his fans, and his heart was happy.

Look.

He signed an autograph and made fans happy.

He was a great icon.

Xi Yang put away the baseball and looked at Jiang Fanchuan with blazing eyes.

"Thank you for the gift you gave me, and in return, I will give you a gift too."

With that, Xi Yang got out of the car and walked to the back seat of the car, looking at these flowers and pondering for a while.