Luo Cimian wore a black jersey today, with the red letter 08 in the middle of the shirt, which was slightly loosely draped over the tall and broad-shouldered boys.

He wears a black sports headband on his forehead, and his jet-black forehead hair falls on it.

He also wore black bracers on his hands, and his skin was glowing with cold.

Only then did Shi Yu see clearly what the chain hanging around his neck was.

It's a silver-black winged necklace, a bit like a demon's wing.

The boy casually plugged a straw into his milk tea.

He drank with and without a ride.

Shi Yu took a bite of pearls, chewed it, and asked vaguely, "Is your milk tea sweet?" ”

Luo Cimian didn't think about it, and subconsciously replied: "It's very sweet." ”

Shi Yu frowned, she looked at the milk tea in his hand, a little strange, "No, I'm afraid that you don't like the sweet, and I specially told the waiter to have less sugar, how can it be sweet." ”

She knew that some boys didn't like sweet and greasy things.

So Luo Cimian's cup she specially told to have less sugar, did the waiter forget?

When Luo Cimian heard this, he hooked his lips, and his eyes staring at her gradually became meaningful, as if he was smiling: "Let me be sweet...... It's not milk tea. ”

Shi Yu didn't understand, and raised his eyes: "Huh? ”

His expression was a little dumbfounded, and he suddenly didn't know what to say.

The pearls in the milk tea can't be sucked out.

She was a little irritable.

At this moment, a nervous shout suddenly came from not far away.

"Gu Shiyu, get out of the way!!"

Suddenly exposed to the harsh sound, Shiyu's heart thumped and suddenly began to throb.

This pain started from the heart and quickly spread to the limbs, and it felt like the whole person was about to soar.

She didn't have time to dodge as she watched as a sphere slammed straight in her direction.

Shi Yu subconsciously closed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, I didn't feel any pain.

I only heard a dull snort from the teenager above my head.

Open your eyes and see.

Luo Cimian stood in front of her, slightly arching his one-meter-eighty-eight body, and his arms slightly bent, like a wall, surrounding her.

The basketball bounced off his head, but he locked on to her, without blinking an eye.

The hot breath exhaled by the young man sprayed on her forehead, and a pair of dark and translucent eyes fixed on her, anxious and panicked, and the heart palpitated after the catastrophe.

"Are you hurt?" Luo Cimian, who reacted, looked down at the girl in his arms, and roughly checked her head and body, "Have you been hit somewhere?" ”

Shi Yu's face was slightly pale, the pain in her heart eased, and she shook her head: "No, it doesn't hurt." ”

Seeing that she was fine, Luo Cimian breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the ball on the ground and smashed it back, and then shouted angrily at the side of the court, "Can't you look at people!" Are you playing ball or hitting someone!! ”

When playing basketball, it is common for the ball to fly out of the field and accidentally injure people.

No big deal.

No one expected that Luo Cimian's reaction would be so irritable.

"Yuzu, I'm sorry, I was careless, I almost hit you, I'm sorry." Luo Yishen, who was wearing a ball uniform, ran over from the basketball court and said breathlessly.

Yuzu? Who allowed him to call it that?

Luo Cimian squeaked the milk tea cup in his hand, and said angrily, "I didn't hit her, I hit me." ”

The two seemed to be born at odds, and they went toe-to-toe without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, Luo Cimian, thank you for blocking the ball for Yuyu." Luo Yishen said again.

“！！！” Phew, what the hell, this tone is said as if Shi Yu is his.