Xie Yan immediately sank his face, turned to the side, faced the crowd, pointed at the basketball and asked expressionlessly, "Who threw this?"

The students around were cursing and whispering, but as soon as Xie Yan's words came out, the originally noisy and noisy crowd instantly quieted down, and there was no sound at all.

No one responded. Xie Yan raised his eyes lightly, glanced at the crowd lightly, and said calmly, "I'll ask again, who threw it away?"

The pronunciation is low and slow, and every word is paused.

The boy's eyes were indifferent and cold, and his voice was filled with an indescribable chill. He heard in people's ears, and he felt inexplicably chilled.

The onlookers seemed to be frightened, and they all lowered their heads and kept silent.

After a moment, a boy in a basketball uniform stood up worriedly and responded with a gritted bullet: "I, I threw it away."

Xie Yan stared at him with cold and dark eyes, his expression was still calm, but his voice was obviously filled with fire: "Apology."

The boy was swept by the deep and cold eyes, and his whole body was striking, and his legs and feet began to become weak unconsciously.

Before slid on the ground, he was held back by two enthusiastic friends around him.

Xie Yan's eyes were cold, and there seemed to be a blade hidden in his long and narrow eyebrows, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I say, apologize."

The boy suddenly shuddered and quickly came to his senses. Then he bowed deeply with his face almost pressed to his knees: "I'm sorry!"

"..." Lin Er thought inappropriately, he was a good seedling for practicing rhythmic gymnastics.

Faced with the eyes of the school bully Leng Rui as a blade, the boy swallowed his saliva and took another step forward tremblingly: "Classmate, I really didn't mean it, why don't you smash it back!"

The boy glanced at Xie Yan quietly, then he was shocked again, looking at Lin Er with a strong desire to survive, and swearing to the sky: "I promise, I will stand in front of you and let you smash it motionlessly."

Compared to being beaten to death by a school classmate with a punch, let the girl get the ball and smash it back!

After all, girls have limited strength, and if the school tyrant cares about him, it will be a matter of life.

Lin Er blinked hesitantly at the basketball that was held up in front of him by the boy's hands, but did not answer.

At first, she was indeed thinking about twisting his head off as a ball, but then seeing the boy being scared by Xie Yan, she looked like he was about to die on the spot, and the tone that was pressed in her heart slowly dissipated a lot.

After a moment, Lin Er turned his head slightly, reached out and pulled the corner of Xie Yan's clothes, and called him in a low voice: "Xie Tiantian?"

Xie Yan turned his head to look at her, his expression was still faint and cold. His dark pupils were pressing against his dark pupils, and he could not tell what his specific emotions were.

"I'm fine." Liner said, pointing in the direction of the basketball court, "Is the game in the class about to begin?"

Fearing to delay the serious business, Lin Er urged him: "Go back quickly."

"I won't go." Xie Yan didn't look at the other side of the court, glanced at the boy with his head curled in front of him, then reached out to grab Lin Er's hand, turned around and walked towards the infirmary.

The students crowded around him immediately dispersed to both sides as if Moses had divided the sea, quietly and quickly gave way out.
Chapter completed!