"Come on, guess first." Lin Xia stretched out a fist and put it between Nangong Min and Lu Zi'an.

"No need, Lao Tzu let you go first." Lu Zi'an snorted with his nose and glanced at Nangong Min in a daze.

Nangong Min ignored his boring provocation at all, and walked behind him directly with the basketball in his hand.

Lu Zi'an also stepped forward a few times and put on a defensive posture.

"One-on-one timed game, no fouls, substitutions, the first three wins, start!" Lin Xia said loudly, and after that, he turned around and walked to the audience and sat next to Luo Xichen.

"Who wins, you say?" Lin Xia said.

"If you want to say that there is only Nangong and Lu Zi'an one-on-one, I really don't know the result, but if you add Kim Namhoon......" Luo Xichen glanced at the bench next to the court.

"Hehe, from now on, our classmate Lu Zi'an, I'm afraid I will change my name and call me a pig." Luo Xichen shrugged his shoulders and mourned for Lu Zi'an for three minutes in his heart.

You say unlucky, classmate Lu Zian is really unlucky, maybe he has never been so unlucky in his life, but he himself is in the mold and does not know the mold.

In the swimming competition, Nam Gong Min, who will be able to take the lead in the national swimming team in the future, will not say anything, this is not easy to choose a project that he is good at, but he has to fight two, and he still picks Kim Namhoon......

I am afraid that this is a violation of heaven and a crime....... Tsk tsk.

Looking at the back of the young man on the bench, Luo Xichen couldn't help but feel in a trance, so he remembered some memories from the past......

In those youthful years, when she was with Kim Nam-hoon, the most common thing she did, in addition to studying, was that he played basketball, and then she watched him play basketball.

Under the sun, on the playground, the delicate teenager shuttled freely on the court, kept making one amazing skill after another, fearlessly made a fierce physical conflict, took the ball, passed, layup, all the actions were done in one go, the boy's jersey was wet with sweat but didn't care at all, just kept running on the court, with the score kept rising, I don't know how many girls were taken away from the crazy screams.

And the boy who seemed to be born to stand in the light of all eyes seemed to not hear the sounds of crazy love at all, and shook off the figures that rushed towards him, and would only walk straight in one direction of the court.

At that time, the sun shone on the young man's back, gilding a faint halo, and the warm color dyed the whole cloud and sky behind him, she watched him step by step, smiled and walked in her direction, reached out and took the towel and coat in her hand, wiped the sweat from her body, and then ignored the burning gaze under everyone's eyes, as usual, smiled to herself and said:

"Let's go, let's go home."