Chapter 20: Meet Again

"Why didn't you say it was in the museum earlier, you would have known that I wouldn't have taken a parasol." Yi Xuan's face was unhappy, and the thought of seeing her sworn enemy suddenly turned cloudy.

"No, you almost sleep with this parasol, don't you take it less?" Qiu Xiaobai looked at Yi Xuan's wide-eyed eyes, and readjusted his tone. "Isn't there also the sun on this way, you are so white, this umbrella is quite a big credit."

When Yi Xuan heard this, she was really reasonable, but she was speechless.

At this time, Fan Xinxin came over with a few no-makeup students. "These girls don't know how to wear makeup. Xiaobai, you've worked hard. ”

Yi Xuan had a face of 'the old lady is in a good mood today, the old lady doesn't care about you', and actually took the makeup box in Fan Xinxin's hand.

Fan Xinxin looked stunned, why was she so abnormal, she didn't know what to say for a long time, she just looked at Qiu Xiaobai in a daze. The two of them turned on the telecommunication mode.

Fan Xinxin's inner os: Why did she come? Offer to help?

Qiu Xiaobai's inner OS: I don't know, maybe I'm in a good mood today.

Fan Xinxin's inner os: You're not here to smash the field, are you?

Qiu Xiaobai's inner os: It seems that it should not be.

Fan Xinxin probably understood Qiu Xiaobai's expression, and felt that there should be at least a word of thanks for this kind of unsolicited help. "Thank you."

"Come on, don't fake with me, I'm not helping you." Yi Xuan squatted next to the makeup box, without looking up to rummage through the cosmetics needed in the box.

After hearing this, Fan Xinxin's heart was much more steady. However, at such times, I really don't know what to say other than thanks.

Fan Xinxin turned around and clapped her hands to arouse everyone's attention. "I'll talk about the award process, just listen to the makeup."

………

"I can't understand the basketball game, so I'll withdraw after a while after putting on makeup." Yi Xuan was putting on makeup for her younger sister while talking to Qiu Xiaobai.

"Ah, okay." Qiu Xiaobai echoed her.

Fan Xinxin also heard their conversation next to her, and then she breathed a sigh of relief, like taking a dose of reassurance. She thought to herself: Great, as long as this aunt is not here to smash the field, it will be easy to do it, let her go.

After a while, some tall boys came. They wore jerseys with F on them, and each of them was over 180cm tall. One of them, a dark-skinned boy with a large box in his hand, walked straight to Fan Xinxin.

"You've got all your costumes."

"Thank you, Zhao Bin." Fan Xinxin smiled very clearly, and she rarely had such an unadulterated expression. I mean to the opposite sex.

This dark-skinned boy is called Zhao Bin, Fan Xinxin's classmate. He smiled at Fan Xinxin, his neat teeth lined with dark skin.

"Don't be polite to me, it's over in a while, you wait for me, I'll help you return the costume." After Zhao Bin finished speaking, he lowered his head embarrassedly.

He has liked Fan Xinxin for three years, and he has not dared to express his heart so far. He is different from Yizhao in that he doesn't understand the charm of the word "man" at all, he doesn't know how to dress and match and hairstyle; I don't understand gentlemanly demeanor and elegant temperament. He only knows that he is immersed in the world of sports, and he feels that only in this way can he be worthy of the muscles of this body. Zhao Bin believes that only with a strong body can he be worthy of male hormones that have nowhere to put them. He didn't understand Fan Xinxin, and he didn't know how to please her, so he could only silently guard the goddess in his heart. Fan Xinxin knew Zhao Bin's intentions, but she just saw through it and accepted Zhao Bin's "good" with peace of mind.

The makeup was almost gone, Fan Xinxin called everyone to go to the locker room to change clothes, Qiu Xiaobai said hello to Yi Xuan, and went to the locker room with her.

Yi Xuan is gone, and finally don't have to worry about this time bomb.

Fan Xinxin also breathed a sigh of relief.

In the locker room, Fan Xinxin roughly described the stage order and the award ceremony. Qiu Xiaobai is responsible for awarding medals in the champion group, another student is responsible for awarding medals in the runner-up group, and the rest are responsible for awarding prizes and medals.

"Isn't this a friendly match, why do you need to divide the championship and the runner-up," one of the girls muttered.

"Playing basketball with international students from the Exchange College? If you don't play table tennis, you will definitely abuse them. Another student is also complaining.

"It's not certain who wins and who loses, and it's not up to you to place bets by letting you award awards." Fan Xinxin gave a few more high-fives, and the noise suddenly dissipated. "Do you remember what I just said?"

The crowd shouted in unison. "Remember!"

"Okay, go out and find your own place to sit down in a moment. Don't sit too far apart. After Fan Xinxin finished speaking, everyone walked out of the locker room one after another.

Qiu Xiaobai also walked out with the crowd.

At this time, a boy in a white coat walked up, tall and with fluffy hair. Gao Rin? Why is he here? Of course, Fan Xinxin also noticed him, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. "Brother Gao Rin, are you participating in the competition?"

"Hmm." Gao Rin nodded. He glanced at Qiu Xiaobai with his peripheral vision, she frowned, her eyes were full of sadness, she stood in place, looking at him in a daze,

Gao Rin felt a tug in his heart, and his chest felt as if he had been pulled. He didn't know what to say, he pointed to the dressing room and signaled that Fan Xinxin should go and change his clothes.

Fan Xinxin nodded, a smile on her face. After Gao Rin walked into the locker room, she said to Qiu Xiaobai. "Do you think he's handsome?"

Qiu Xiaobai was immersed in the pain of being ignored, he didn't hear Fan Xinxin's words, and his eyes were slightly dull.

"Hello?" Fan Xinxin waved her hand in front of her.

"Let's go." Qiu Xiaobai came back to his senses at this time.

This mouth is to go, which makes Fan Xinxin also confused. Let's go, don't speculate for more than half a sentence, maybe she likes Gao Rin? Or is the fever stupid?

After Gao Rin entered the locker room, he took off the white coat in the laboratory, and inside was a ball uniform with F size printed on it. He opened the WeChat conversation interface between his mobile phone and Qiu Xiaobai. typed a line: I won't hesitate if I like it, and I don't have to force it if I don't like it, but I still want to wish you happiness.

He thought for a moment, but finally didn't press send. Qiu Xiaobai and Cheng Qi are together, is it too unreasonable to bother him rashly? He tried to suppress his emotions, trying not to let this unprovoked emotion overflow.

He changed his clothes and was ready to get back on the field.

The basketball game began, and a fierce matchup between exchange students and varsity students also kicked off. Qiu Xiaobai sat in the audience and looked at Gao Rin with his own halo, and he looked more handsome with high spirits. And Zhao Bin's performance was not to be outdone, and after a while, he got the position of the main force in the field. One main offense, one main defense. With a whistle from the coach, the first half ended with the score level.

During the break, a group of people in F big suits gathered to discuss tactics. A girl walked past from the stage, patting Gao Rin who was drinking water, and the conversation with sound and laughter, as if it had been amplified, kept circling in her mind.

Qiu Xiaobai tried the feeling of jealousy for the first time, it was really sour. And that girl is none other than Fan Xinxin, a gold worshipper.

The second half began, and Qiu Xiaobai was still immersed in the huge vinegar vat. She wasn't in the mood to watch the game at all, and she didn't want to get involved in the conversation about who won or lost. She just kept her head down and picked at her fingernails until the end of the game.