Chapter 175

At this time, the basketball court.

With a whistle, this game was finally won by S University 99-70.

In the second half of the game, Zhao Nianli completely turned on the "Demon King" mode, and won three-point shots and slam dunks one by one.

After the game, Zhao Nianli subconsciously looked for Ruan Jiaojiao's figure.

However, after looking around, he didn't see it either.

He frowned, where would the junior sister go if she was injured?

"That...... Are you looking for Ruan Jiaojiao? A female voice rang in his ears.

Zhao Nianli nodded, "Well, do you know where she went?" ”

Su Yan shook her head and said, "I don't know, she just answered a call and left." ”

Zhao Nianli nodded, thanked him, and turned to leave.

As the game ended, the onlookers left one by one.

Yuan Shan lay on the ground panting, his jersey was completely soaked.

He grinned, a hint of resentment in his eyes.

I don't know what Zhao Nianli is crazy about, and the whole audience chases him and fights.

His team lost the game and left in a state of limbo.

Yuan Shan also wanted to leave, but his physical strength was too much, so he could only lie down and rest temporarily.

The entire indoor basketball court gradually fell silent.

Yuan Shan could only hear his own breathing.

He gasped for air, his chest rising and falling.

"Click"

"Click"

…………

The sound of leather shoes rubbing against the ground resounded in the quiet basketball court.

Yuan Shan narrowed his eyes and stood up with his body propped up.

The light above his head was so dazzling that he had to squint at the man who walked in against the light.

The man was dressed in a suit and had a smile on his handsome face.

Obviously laughing, Yuan Shan felt cold for no reason.

"Who are you?" Yuan Shan asked loudly.

Fu Qiran stopped and chuckled.

"Who am I?"

He restarted his steps and walked towards Yuan Shan.

In just ten seconds, he walked in front of Yuan Shan.

He unfastened the cufflinks on his shirt and put them in the pockets of his suit jacket.

"The person you hurt me came to ask who I am?"

Fu Qiran carelessly straightened the sleeves of his suit.

He raised his eyes to look at Yuan Shan, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

"I've never liked to be hands-on."

"It's a pity ......"

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Yuan Shan's arm, and pulled it gently, only to hear a "click", and his arm was so dislocated.

Yuan Shan grinned in pain, but he couldn't make a single sound.

He glared at Fu Qiran, his eyes full of hatred.

Fu Qiran didn't laugh angrily.

He kicked directly at Yuan Shan's knee, and Yuan Shan fell to his knees all of a sudden.

Fu Qiran pulled gently, and Yuan Shan lay on the ground.

"Do you find that you can't move? Can't speak? Fu Qiran asked.

Yuan Shan's chest rose and fell, and the hatred in his eyes was about to overflow.

Fu Qiran hooked his lips, and the delicate leather shoes stepped on Yuan Shan's chest.

He looked at Yuan Shan condescendingly, with a bit of carelessness in his eyes.

He didn't know when a knife appeared in his hand.

The blade glowed coldly in the dazzling light, and just looking at it made people feel cold.

Fu Qiran played with the knife, and the cold light dazzled Yuan Shan's eyes.

The coolness spread from his heart, and he suddenly had a feeling.

This man, trying to kill him.