After laughing enough, he spread his hands and whispered:

"Here, let me give it to you, don't worry."

He lowered his eyes quietly, a badminton suddenly bloomed in his palm, and his last two words seemed to be murmuring, with a light coaxing, floating on her ears.

A gust of wind blew, and warmth followed.

An Jingxin trembled and took the badminton half a beat slow.

She nodded at him randomly, then turned around, before she could walk away.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the side, accompanied by Song Si's hasty cry.

Before she could react, a warm and broad hand instantly held her wrist firmly, turned around with her, and a tall and elegant figure blocked her in front of her.

Chen Shuo slapped the basketball back heavily, then frowned, and said in a bad tone: "Where are you looking for death?"

Song Si took the basketball, made a gesture, and shouted in the distance: "I'm sorry, sorry, sister, is it okay?"

An Jing was caught off guard and was pulled out of control, but she had not recovered yet.

Her heart thumped, she shook her head subconsciously in a daze, and said, "It's okay."

Chen Shu turned around and looked at her up and down. Seeing that she was not touched by the basketball, he let go with peace of mind.

Quietly pursed his lips and looked at him seriously.

He said softly: "Thank you."

After saying that, he turned around and trotted back without waiting for his reaction.

Chen Shu narrowed his eyes, stared at her back, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

After a while, my hand slowly took out a mint candy from my pocket, unpacked the wrapping paper, and put it into my mouth.

Then, a terrifying sense of coolness hit the nerves and instantly felt comfortable.

Song Si passed the ball to Zhou Qi carelessly, but Zhou Qi didn't receive it absent-mindedly. He was dissatisfied, "Hey, are you still playing?"

Zhou Qi shook his head and left, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his school uniform.

"I'm tired, take a break."

"Damn, you guys."

Zhou Qi walked to Chen Shu and put his shoulder on him.

He teased him with a narrow expression, as if he was pointing out: "Hey, how does it taste like, give me one."

Chen Shu glanced at him lazyly, silently.

To be honest, Zhou Qi has never seen a statement that he is so special to a girl. In the past, he is almost the same with other girls, cold and impatient.

He saw the scene just now.

Tsk, this quietness is quite amazing when you are usually silent.

At this moment, the two were watching Xu Jiaye and Song Si running and stealing on the basketball court, with their messy footsteps in their ears.

Zhou Qisong hooked Chen Shu's shoulder and asked:

"Is this a fancy?"

Chen Shuo was leisurely inserting his hands into the pockets, looking into the distance.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't even move, as if he didn't hear Zhou Qi's voice.

After a moment, he turned his head, his tongue tipped his mint, and his thin lips said lightly:

"you guess."

The author has something to say: Zhou Qi: I guess you're a ghost

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