"Bang-"

Is it okay not to play like this?

Lin Baiqian's eyes were dark, her nose was hot, the powerful basketball was rebounded, and she rolled to the ground with a grunt, and at the same time, in her lowered gaze, two warm nosebleeds flowed.

Woo - does it hurt?

Before Lin Baiqian could react, a tall and majestic figure wearing a red and white basketball uniform had quickly walked towards him, he was exercising, just listening to her rhythmic breathing, Lin Baiqian could feel the power of the male body released in the movement.

It's a pity that Lin Baiqian has no intention of appreciating it at this moment.

Her nose was bleeding profusely.

Then her chin was lifted hard, her eyes were high, and she suddenly crashed into a pair of dark and deep cold eyes, just after a high-intensity exercise, every beautiful line and smooth muscle on his body was showing strength and beauty, which was impossible to ignore.

Moreover, wasn't this peaked cap the same one she met on the train that day?

"Is that you?" Her nose was pinched, and she spoke in an urn.

This time, at such a close distance, she finally saw people clearly.

Wheat-colored skin, young face, calm and restrained temperament, long, narrow and deep sunken eyes, there seems to be a slight impatience under the eyes, oh, another megalomaniac.

However, to Lin Baiqian's surprise, even so, he suddenly bent down, hugged her horizontally, and walked towards the infirmary at the school gate.

What Lin Baiqian didn't know was that after today, she became even more popular.

——

"What are you looking at?"

Half an hour later, Lin Baiqian returned to the bedroom, with a ball of cotton in his nostrils, a large patch of black blue on the bridge of his nose, and his whole face looked miserable.

The three people in the dormitory all gathered in front of Maomao's laptop, and the discussion was in full swing.

Wu Shuang turned around and said, "Xiaobai, you're back, your nose is fine." ”

"Something," Lin Bai bared his teeth, "it hurts!" ”

Mao Mao's smile trembled: "Lin Baiqian, Lin Baiqian, what kind of dog and luck did you say, hey, that's Xu Jingcheng, Xu Jingcheng, he personally sent you to the infirmary, tsk, come and see it yourself-"

"What the hell?" Lin Baiqian's brain was still buzzing at the moment, he leaned in front of the computer, took the mouse and read the post on the A big forum that had just been posted for less than half an hour but had become a hot post on the forum, and leaned hard, "What kind of thing is this, that Xu ...... Xu or something, left me on the bed in the infirmary, and left directly, what kind of nonsense is this written! ”

For the first time, Lin Baiqian knew what it meant to be fearful, and rumors were fiercer than tigers.

Xu Jingcheng, a third-year student majoring in international law in the Department of Political Science and Law of University A, has become a popular figure in University A because of his excellent appearance, excellent grades, and outstanding ability, and is also the president of the school's student union, the captain of the basketball team, and the president of the debate club......

At the beginning of the post, there is a solo photo of Xu Jingcheng, wearing a white shirt and a black suit, standing on the rostrum to make a report, with short black hair blowing, a slender and straight figure, and a thin skeleton, he is indeed an excellent man who is pleasing to the eye, but this is not only a grade worse than Li Moting, who is already a professor at University A at the age of 20.

With the existence of a god-like figure like Li Moting, any man has become an ordinary man in Lin Baiqian's eyes, as for this Xu Jingcheng, there should be a sense of tragedy and grandeur of both Yu and Liang.

Lin Baiqian didn't want to be famous, but in this way. She lay on the bed in pain, tossed and turned, wrote and deleted Li Moting's text messages, deleted and wrote, and finally, only edited out: the online posts were all scribbled.

But he probably won't even read the post. Ay. The bridge of her nose collapsed, she bled a lot, her body was still a little weak, and she quickly fell asleep.

At dinner time, Lin Baiqian was sleeping in a daze, but Mao Mao shouted excitedly under the bed: "Lin Baiqian, get up quickly, someone is looking for you, do you hear!" Hurry up—"

Seeing that Lin Baiqian didn't react, she simply climbed into bed by herself and pulled her up: "Hurry up, someone downstairs is looking for her!" ”

"Who-"

"You'll find out if you go and see it."

It turned out to be Xu Jingcheng. changed into a set of refreshing shirts and trousers, did not wear a peaked cap, revealing a whole angular face, leaning on a palm tree, Lin Baiqian didn't even have time to clean herself up, she was dragged down by Maomao, but she was also very calm, she seemed very tolerant of the hatred of a ball: "Is there something wrong with me?" ”

There was also a band-aid on the bridge of her nose, her hair was messy, she should have just slept with her head covered, and she didn't even have time to change the pajamas on her body, very casually, Xu Jingcheng pouted and handed her the thermos box in his hand.

"What is this?" Lin Bai frowned slightly.

Young Master Xu cherished the words like gold: "Take it." ”

"No merit is not rewarded." Lin Bai pursed his lips slightly, "If it's because of guilt, let's clear up, thank you for helping me last time." ”

He clasped her white wrist, the girl's plump and soft skin felt a strong contrast with the boy's wheat-colored hard as iron skin, Xu Jingcheng has never said much, this time the unprecedented explanation: "I smashed the basketball, you shed so much blood, well, make up for it." ”

Lin Baiqian returned to the bedroom with a thermos bucket, and he was a little inexplicable.

Open it and fill a box of pork liver soup.

How much blood replenishment——

The envy of the whole bedroom.

Lin Baiqian didn't like to eat this thing, he was disgusted when he looked at it, and finally it all went into his salivating belly.

The phone, as usual, was quiet and did not hear back from the person.

I thought that this basketball incident could come to an end here.

Who knows, it will get more and more fierce later.

On Friday, there was a class at Li Moting.

Lin Baiqian's nose was still full of bruises, and he looked even more hateful when he removed the band-aid, and Mao Mao sympathized: "Let's stick it...... Don't freak out Mr. Li. ”

Mournful.

Lin Baiqian went to class with a band-aid.

When I got to the door of the classroom, I found that I had a very familiar thermos on my seat.

…… The whole classroom looked at Lin Bai with a focused gaze.

When Lin Baiqian thought of the pork liver, he was already guilty of evil in his heart, standing at the door, unable to move for a long time and walking towards his seat.

Until the class bell rang, Li Moting stood behind her silently, and said coldly: "Be a door god?" ”

Lin Baiqian was startled, and hurriedly took two steps forward, Li Moting looked at the band-aid on the bridge of her nose, and her slightly frightened eyes, with a cold expression: "If you don't want to go to class, go out." ”

Woo-Lin Bai lowered his head and walked quickly towards his seat.

At this time, Mao Mao couldn't help it, and broke the news to Li Moting: "Teacher Li, don't be so fierce to Bai Qian, she was just frightened by Classmate Xu's eager pork liver, if you don't mind, please eat." ”

The class laughed. Mao Mao raised the thermos bucket, and soon, Lin Baiqian's snake and scorpion bucket arrived on the podium, in front of Li Moting's eyes.

There was no expression on his face: "Class." ”