The others were accustomed to Han Zhao's coldness and didn't notice anything wrong.

It was the boy who spoke first who noticed something.

He walked over and winked at Han Zhao.

"Brother Han, I heard that you have a good relationship with your new tablemate?"

The young man raised his eyes coldly, and the tea eyes under his eyelashes looked at him lightly, and he didn't speak.

Wu Haochen was subconsciously shuddered by Han Zhao's implicit murderous eyes, and raised his hand to touch his nose.

"Oh, Brother Han, you can't blame me for gossiping, the messages have been passed from your first class to our twentieth class......"

Wu Haochen paused, squeezed his eyebrows at Han Zhao, and laughed in his voice.

"I heard that you are still molesting other people's girls in the classroom, pinching other people's faces and asking for relatives?"

"Wow, no!"

As soon as Wu Haochen's words came out, the boys who were still standing under the basketball hoop just now exploded instantly.

"Brother Han, who is cold, also has a day of spring heart?"

A boy leaned over, grabbed Wu Haochen's arm, and squeezed his eyes at him.

"Let's talk about it quickly, what kind of girl can win the kaolin flower like our Brother Han?"

The young man raised his eyes slightly, looked at Wu Haochen, who was stirring up trouble, and unhurriedly rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform, revealing a pair of strong and powerful forearms.

Han Zhao bent down, picked up the basketball that had just fallen from the nearby ground, jumped up and tossed the basketball gently-

The basketball then crossed a graceful parabola in the air and landed pinpoint into the hoop.

Han Zhao rarely bent his thin and soft lips at a group of big men, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes seemed to be in a good mood.

Especially for Wu Haochen.

The boy smiled at him, "Come on, we won't play ball after school today." I see that you haven't moved your body for a long time, so why don't I come and practice with you today-"

Wu Haochen's previous smile suddenly froze on his face.

"Wait, Brother Han, we have something to say."

"Brother Han, look, we're going to compete with those ** cubs in the second middle school in another week, I think we shouldn't waste time on this kind of thing, why don't we practice first......"

The boy tilted his head and smiled at the group of boys who had gathered around and pricked up their ears to try to probe the gossip.

"Do you want to practice?"

The group of boys looked at the non-lethal smile on Han Zhao's face, and they all quickly dispersed from Wu Haochen's side as if they had seen something terrifying. The movements are as if they have been rehearsed, and they shake their heads in unison.

"No, no, no!"

There was also a boy who roared.

"I think Wu Haochen needs to practice a little more!"

Wu Haochen, "!! ”

He glared angrily at the man who spoke up.

I treat you as a brother, and you actually want me to die?

The man ducked behind the crowd.

There's no way, Brother Wu, if you don't die, it's the brothers who die today.

For everyone's sake, you can sacrifice it!

Wu Haochen, "......"

He swallowed hard and looked at Han Zhao.

The boy still looked at him with a smile.

Ten minutes later—

Wu Haochen collapsed on the ground with a blue nose and swollen face, his school uniform was covered with dust, and the board above his head was hanging listlessly.

Han Zhao looked at Wu Haochen's pitiful appearance, restrained the expression on his face, and returned to his usual cold and lazy appearance.

The slender calf kicked Wu Haochen, who was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't get up, and the young man lifted his eyelids and snorted softly.

"I'm not interested in that kind of good girl."