An Yang flattened his mouth regretfully, "Just now, the physical education teacher had a friendly basketball game at the end of the year. Our school has a special student in the boys' basketball team, but there are no girls, and now we are selecting people in each class. ”

Gu Zhibai looked over her head and looked into the distance, and a large number of girls began to be eager to try because of Anyang's chic shooting action just now.

"You signed up?"

"Well," An Yang nodded embarrassedly, tiptoed to the glass, and said, "You know that I fight well, how can a bad girl also know how to play basketball." ”

When Gu Zhibai heard her explanation, he couldn't be happy in his heart.

In the past few days, the relationship between the two of them has grown by leaps and bounds, and Anyang, who laughs all the time, has gradually changed in the hearts of his classmates.

Although this was part of his plan, it really happened, and it still made his heart boil with jealousy.

Anyang performed even better than he expected, and even advanced the plan faster...... But in his selfish heart, how he wished that this time could be unconsciously extended.

He didn't want anyone else to find out that she was different......

Silently clenching the pen in his hand, he finally picked the corners of his mouth, but the forced smile was more ugly than crying.

"If nothing else, I should be able to choose," An Yang followed his gaze to the playground, and his voice could not hide his smugness, "None of them have touched a basketball." ”

"Well, come on," Gu Zhibai said against his will, "I'll continue to work on the question." ”

Ignoring An Yang's surprised expression, he raised his hand to close the window again.

The glass blocked the cold wind, but after Gu Zhibai noticed that she was leaving, his heart was clutched by some crazy emotion. He stared at the arithmetic problem in black and white in front of him, and the tip of the pen in his hand scraped on it like crazy, completely tearing a scroll to shreds.

[System: He was obviously unhappy just now, why don't you go in and comfort him and brush up on his favorability?] 】

[Anyang: Self-inflicted. 】

The system flew up uncomfortably, and seeing Gu Zhibai hanging his head and not knowing what he was doing, he trembled in horror: [Host, I retract what I just said, he is not unhappy, he is very angry. 】

An Yang shook the slightly long hair in front of his forehead, folded his arms, and leaned under the basketball hoop, [I'm developing in the direction he wants, and I should suffer by myself. 】

As Anyang expected, when other classes were in physical education class the following week, the final spot was determined, and she naturally joined the school basketball team.

Although it is a temporary team, it is indeed a good place for Anyang, who has not fought for a long time to vent his exuberant energy.

Because the time of the friendly match was very close, Anyang soaked in the playground on Saturday and Sunday.

During the intermission, she expertly reached through her pocket and tossed a mint hard candy into her mouth.

As she clicked into the candy cubes, the cool taste ran from her tongue to her brain, and she looked at the clouds in the sky and suddenly realized that she hadn't smoked in days.

Instead, eating mints has become a daily habit.

I don't know if Gu Zhibai at this time is doing homework at home.

Thinking that the final exams were approaching in the near future, she sighed for no reason. Sitting at the same table as the first in the grade department, if the grades have not improved a little, it seems that it will not pass.

"Miss, catch the ball."

An Yang subconsciously raised her hand to grab it, and the round basketball was caught by her steadily.

Sensing that something was wrong, she looked up and swept the basketball in the direction it was thrown from, and saw an unfamiliar face.