In the empty gymnasium, the sound of basketballs and shoes rubbing against the ground echoed. A group of boys in blue and red jerseys are engaged in a fierce battle.

The National High School Basketball League is about to begin. This competition is the final selection competition within the school, and the winning team can represent the school in the national league.

The two sides of the competition are Su Rourou's sixth class of high school and Han Xuefei's fourth class of high school.

There was already a large group of students on the side of the court, most of them girls.

That group of girls can probably be divided into two gangs, one of which is Luo Yichen's fan, and the other gang is Ke Shaoze's fan.

Luo Yichen's fan group is headed by Su Rourou. However, she obviously didn't want to be his fan and was completely forced by him.

Just the night before the competition, the perverted Luo Yichen gave her a new "order".

"Tomorrow's basketball game, you have to come. Remember to cheer me up and bring me water. ”

Then, she was forced to appear here, and was forced to shout with Luo Yichen's brainless fans: "Come on, Luo Yichen!" Come on, Luo Yichen! ”

Well, in fact, she's completely indiscriminate, purely lip-syncing.

She looked at Ke Shaoze's fan group with some envy, in fact, she wanted to join that side.

There is an idiom called "being in Cao Ying, and the heart is in Han".

Lan Xi'er stood behind her and stabbed her in the back: "Hey, I came to the fan group to make up the numbers especially for you!" ”

There is also an idiom called "insincere".

"Got it, Xi'er is the best for me......" Su Rourou said weakly.

Luo Yichen seems to be in a particularly good state today, with a little smile on his face that has always been paralyzed, and he keeps looking at the fan group when he is running around the court.

He grabbed seven rebounds in a row and shot several three-pointers, all in one go.

"Wow, Luo Yichen is so good! Come on, Luo Yichen! Luo Yichen's brain-dead fans were excited.

Contrary to him, Ke Shaoze's state is obviously not online.

That's entirely because the head of his fan group is making him have nightmares when he looks at it...... Han Xuefei!

"Ke Shaoze, come on! Ke Shaoze, come on! Han Xuefei was wearing a miniskirt, full of vitality, and the slogans were full of energy and extremely loud.

It's okay if she doesn't shout, but when she shouts like this, Ke Shaoze even weakened his feet and was almost pushed to the ground.

Ke Shaoze's brain-dead fans suddenly became nervous: "Ke Shaoze, come on!" Ke Shaoze stood up! ”

Ke Shaoze struggled to get up from the ground, searched the cheerleaders out of the corner of his eye, and finally saw An Yirou's quiet figure.

She stood at the end of the cheerleading team, on the dividing line in the middle of Luo Yichen and his support group, with a smile on her lips, quietly looking at the court.

Sensing Ke Shaoze's gaze towards An Yirou, Su Rourou lowered her eyes a little lonely.

In the past, she didn't have much thought about An Yirou, but since she noticed her subtle thoughts, she disliked her more and more.

And Han Xuefei pushed away the crowd domineeringly and walked in front of An Yirou.

She crossed her waist and raised her chin and squinted at An Yirou: "Hey, you are An Yirou, right?" ”

An Yi's face did not change, and nodded calmly.

Han Xuefei snorted coldly, with disdain in her eyes: "If you don't like Ke Shaoze, please don't occupy the pit and not, okay?" ”

As soon as she said this, the girls around her suddenly turned their heads and ears.

I have to say that although she was rude, she was very ...... Hit the nail on the head.

Even Su Rourou felt that it was a little refreshing to listen to. Because, this is exactly what she wants to say to An Yirou, and it is probably what most brainless fans want to say to An Yirou.

An Yirou smiled faintly and said softly: "Excuse me, what position did you take to warn me?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the expression on Han Xuefei's face stiffened a little, but she quickly returned to the queen's style: "I, in the name of my Han Xuefei, warn you!" What do you think? Convincing or not? ”

Ke Shaoze's brain-dead fans were enthusiastic and expressed their support.

"That's it!"

"If you don't like it, don't give others hope!"

An Yirou's face was pale, her small lips were tightly pursed, and her body trembled slightly.