After school in the afternoon, the basketball team trained as usual.

Yin Haochen changed into a jersey and walked to the basketball court, and said to Su Yifeng, who was dribbling: "Sorry, today may be my last day to participate in training, because...... I want to quit basketball. ”

Su Yifeng stopped all his movements, tightened his long fingers holding the basketball, his eyes followed, and his deep voice implied the calm before the storm: "At the beginning, you were the one who said that you were going to participate in the basketball game, and now you are the one who wants to quit halfway." What do you think...... Is it fun to play people like this? ”

"I'm sorry, I really ...... I'm so sorry. Yin Haochen lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eye sockets.

"Huh, excuse me?" Su Yifeng suddenly slammed the basketball in his hand to the ground hard, clenched his fist and waved it towards Yin Haochen's chin, "I'm sorry, is it useful!" I've warned you a while ago that if you really like it, treat it well, but ...... What are you doing now! ”

He used all his strength with this punch, bringing a strong air current.

Yin Haochen was beaten and took several steps back, his long legs hit the bench next to him, and he almost fell to the ground. A red and swollen mark immediately appeared on Qingjun's fair chin, and the corners of his mouth were faintly bloodshot......

He knew very well that Su Yifeng was not only talking about the basketball game, but about Lin Xiyue.

The basketball on the side "banged" on the ground of the basketball court, making the atmosphere of this moment seem even more tense.

Su Yifeng looked at him coldly, approached him step by step, stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar and said in a volume that only two people could hear: "I fought for her for that punch just now!" ”

Yin Haochen still lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on the corner of the bench, Su Yifeng's black schoolbag. A small piece of the white scarf peeks out through the gap in the zipper.

The strong contrast between black and white, mixed with the heavy smell of blood in his mouth, stimulated his senses.

The hand hanging at his side loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, and the blood in his whole body boiled at that moment, rushing straight to his brain.

Without saying a word, he pushed Su Yifeng away violently, raised his eyes and looked back at him coldly, and waved his hand to give him a punch!

Su Yifeng quickly dodged to avoid it, but he was still rubbed against his cheek by the edge of his fist, and the position of his cheekbone instantly turned blue.

The two tall boys stared at each other with red eyes, and with every punch, they tried their best to vent their emotions that they had been holding back for a long time.

Several other boys on the basketball court immediately rushed over when they heard the sound of fighting, and a group of people grabbed Su Yifeng's arm and persuaded: "Brother Feng, calm down, don't fight!" ”

"Get out of the way, don't stop me!" Su Yifeng is like an out-of-control beast, his eyes are bloodshot and his gaze is cold, and he just hates to tear the man who hurt her to pieces.

The picture of Lin Xiyue hiding in his arms and crying like a small animal kept coming to mind, and the fabric on the chest of his school uniform was still wet until this moment.

At this moment, Lin Xiyue's voice came from a distance behind him, which was blown intermittently by the cold wind: "Su Yifeng!" Stop......"

Su Yifeng's hand froze in mid-air, the clenched fist skull joints were slightly white, and there was a flash of injury in his eyes: "Why?" It's all like this, you're still ......"

Help him!

"It's not." Lin Xiyue had already run in front of him, sucked the tip of her nose that was blown red by the wind, and looked up at him, "I just don't want you...... Because I'm hurt. ”

As she said this, her limp hand grabbed his slightly bulging arm.

And Su Yifeng, who couldn't hold it anymore, when she felt the warmth and softness of her palm, somewhere in her heart seemed to be brushed by soft feathers, and the turbulent emotions gradually became calm.

"Oh, then I'll stop fighting." His tone softened suddenly, and he was as violent as before, "But, what if I'm already injured?" ”