As soon as he said that, Takasugihara's face immediately turned red.

Is my mouth a garbage dump? Why do I spit out all the garbage words?

"Ah, what were you talking about, Mr. Gao?"

Nakano Shiba turned around, withdrew his eyes that had been watching the passing girl, and asked in confusion.

"No, it's okay."

Takasugihara walked back in disappointment, and Nakano Shiba also stroked his gymnastics suit and trotted up, and the two sat back on the stone bench.

The green leaves rustled, and the two sat quietly under the green tree. Takasugihara's legs were opened, and his hands were naturally supported on the stone bench. Nakano's four-leaf calves bent obediently, his upper body sat straight, and the mottled beam of light rubbed against the two.

Shiba Nakano's eyes were shining with light, and he stared at the people who were playing in the stadium, and his strange expression on his little face never stopped.

"Why are you transferring to this place? You obviously don't know how to speak Chinese?"

Although the two were very close, Takasugihara did not feel any embarrassment and could talk casually.

Nakano Shiba's little tongue licked his dry lips embarrassedly, "Actually, we had learned Chinese classes before coming to China, but none of the five learned it!"

At the end of the day, she proudly raised her chest and gave herself a thumbs up.

Is this something to be happy about?

Takasugihara's muscles twitched slightly.

"Dad is going to work in China for half a year, and he is worried that the five of us will stay in Japan, so we will transfer to school together." Nakano Shiba slowly added.

"Is it so casual to transfer to Japan?"

Takasugihara pondered.

He vaguely remembered that he had been to Neon when he was very young and his mother when he was six years old.

Everything was vaguely, and he couldn't remember what he and his mother had done to Neon.

Nakano Shiba smiled, "It's very simple for the idiot."

This sentence was vague. Takasugihara didn't understand it very well, but he didn't ask further.

"Do you like physical education classes?"

Takasugihara Yukihiro swept to Nakano Shiba and looked at the basketball with a happy look.

"Yes! I love it very much!"

Nakano Yoshiha held his hands and placed them on his chest, and leaned on Takasugihara excitedly: "For me, a fool, you can forget a lot of troubles when you exercise!"

“And, it feels great to be needed by others in physical education class!”

Eight snow-white teeth appeared on the corner of Nakano's Qiye's lips. Because his smiling eyes were as attractive as the twinkling stars, Takasugihara's eyes were dazed for a while.

Is it a feeling of being needed...

Takasugihara retracted his light, and time passed by dripping.

Suddenly, he stood up with enthusiasm, flexed his muscles and bones in place, and stretched his arms.

"Let's go play basketball! This is also an opportunity to meet new friends, and you shouldn't give up casually, right?"

Takasugihara said seriously to Shiba Nakano, with a sunny smile outlined at the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand to Shiba Nakano.

He consumed an extra capsule of energy and returned to normal. He didn't want to waste his precious time on chatting in ten minutes.

?

Nakano Shiba was stunned and quickly stopped him and said, "No! You were injured just now and can't play ball anymore. You should have a good rest!"

"It's okay, let's go."

With eight minutes left, Takasugihara swallowed her saliva with excitement, watching the basketball flying on the basketball court like she was looking at her first love.

"Ah, that's OK."

He showed a new smile, dispelling Nakano's doubts.

"Well, Zhao Yiliang, Takasugihara seemed to be the main force of the basketball team when he was in his first year of high school?"

A boy from Class 16 glanced at Takasugihara in some strange way, and he seemed to remember something.

"certainly!"

Zhao Yiliang nodded proudly, as if someone was talking about him.

Although Takasugihara's second-year high school is out of stock, the main players of the basketball team in his first year are still a foregone conclusion.

Otherwise, why did he dare to hold a basketball game, and why would Takasugihara take care of him?

But judging from the performance just now, Takasugihara can be said to have long been old.

"Don't worry, his combat effectiveness is not as good as mine now." Zhao Yiliang laughed confidently.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind broke through him.

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“18:40!”

"Friendship Class 10 won!"
Chapter completed!