At this time, the crowd of onlookers erupted in cheers and applause, attracting the attention of all the girls.

It turned out that Luo Yichen threw another three-pointer, which opened the score of the two sides by 20 points.

"Luo Yichen, come on! Luo Yichen, come on! The brain-dead fans were excited, and they took the mineral water bottle and knocked it violently.

Oh, their male god Luo Yichen is really the best.

The boys in Class 4 were all depressed and demoralized. In fact, they already knew the result of this game, but they just didn't want to quit halfway and just finished the game.

However, what made them most angry was that whether it was Luo Yichen or Ke Shaoze's fan group, there were girls in the fourth class.

The squad leader of Class 4 couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at the girls in their class: "Hey, what class are you in?" How can I cheer for someone else's class? ”

"Cut!" The girls in the fourth class expressed their disdain for the class leader, and some people threw several mineral water bottles at him.

The fourth squad leader's face was a little unbearable, especially when he turned around and saw Luo Yichen, who was also the squad leader, his heart was even more unbalanced.

is the same squad leader, and the same basketball player, how can the treatment be so bad? Of course, he forgot a very important point, his appearance and Luo Yichen's appearance are not on the same level at all.

Ke Shaoze's fan group is also not full, especially Han Xuefei, who is the leader. Because Luo Yichen stole Ke Shaoze's limelight in this game, they were upset for their idol Ke Shaoze.

As a result, fans on both sides quarreled, and the two questions of "who is more handsome and who plays basketball better" are disputed.

Su Rourou couldn't bear it anymore, and said something to them that she had been holding back for a long time.

"Students, stop arguing! Whether it's Luo Yichen and Ke Shaoze, they are all in Class 6! No matter who scores, the result is the same! ”

"Dwarf oil, little cute girl! Not bad! Han Xuefei glanced at her appreciatively.

The brain-dead fans looked at each other and shut up one after another.

On this side, the game on the court entered the halftime stage, and Ke Shaoze and Luo Yichen walked side by side towards the off-court rest area.

Ke Shaoze saw Han Xuefei's face, and his face turned a little white with fright.

Han Xuefei smiled brightly at him, rushed forward to stop him, and forcibly stuffed the sports drink in his hand to him.

Ke Shaoze dodged, but he didn't want to take it.

But Han Xuefei refused to give up, and stood in front of him reluctantly, with a posture that he wouldn't want to bypass her if he didn't drink today.

Ke Shaoze wanted to cry without tears: Oh my God! How can there be such an abrasive girl? He never hits women, but today he really wanted to make an exception......

Luo Yichen on the side was silent on the surface, but there was a light of schadenfreude hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Su Rourou stood in the crowd and looked at Han Xuefei with some envy. Actually, she wanted to do it too, and it was a scene she had imagined countless times. However, she did not have the courage to move forward like her.

The picture she imagined was like this: Ke Shaoze came down from the court sweating profusely, she stepped forward, lowered her head and handed him the drink in her hand. He took it with a smile, unscrewed the cap and drank it with his head up. Cool droplets of water ran down the contours of his perfect jaw. Drop by drop, sparkling in the sun.

However, the ideal is very plump, but the reality is very slim. She looked down at the bottle of Evian mineral water in her hand, silent.

Because this bottle of mineral water is for Luo Yichen, not for Ke Shaoze......

At this time, Ke Shaoze, who was extremely embarrassed, caught a glimpse of Su Rourou also holding a bottle of drink in her hand, rushing towards her like a savior.

"Brother Rou, this water is for me, right? You're welcome......"