Picking Up Stars [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 8

Feng Zhe was a bit talkative, he couldn't stop talking for a moment, and talked endlessly beside him. Anyway, it's been a long time since I saw Qin Fang, and I always have something to say. He said his, and Qin Fang occasionally responded with a promise or a smile.

In the end, it was Hua Tong who couldn't take it anymore: "Zhe, drink some water and rest your mouth."

"Not thirsty." Feng Zhe said.

"Drink some," Hua Tong unscrewed the water and handed it over, "I feel my throat is dry when I hear it."

"Go away," Feng Zhe took a sip of water, "I didn't tell you either."

"Then I can hear it too," Hua Tong said with a smile, "If you don't, you can hum in a low voice and say, you're affecting me watching the game like this."

Qin Fang stretched out his hand to block it in the middle, and laughed: "Okay, both of you shut up."

A moment of tranquility was hard-won. Qin Fang looked at Fan Linyi on the field. He loved playing basketball when he was in high school.

Boys are still very handsome playing basketball. They sweat on the court, and teammates can understand each other's meaning with a glance and a raise of a hand. It is a tacit understanding and collision full of youth.

The friction between the basketball shoes and the floor will occasionally make a slightly harsh squeaking sound, which penetrates the noisy audience and reaches people's ears.

Qin Fang's eyes would occasionally stop on Zhou Siming, after all, he had a fight. He doesn't like this person very much. Although they all know each other for the same reasons, if they met Qin Fang in the library instead of Xing Yan but Zhou Siming, Qin Fang probably wouldn't say hello like that. If he saw him, he would probably turn around and leave. .

People have different temperaments. Sometimes the choice of how to interact with a person is not based on one's own position, but on intuition.

Zhou Siming can play well, he runs very fast, and he is not easy to intercept when dribbling. At the end of the first half, Fan Linyi and his team trailed by seven points. Fan Linyi lifted his jersey and wiped his sweat with the hem of his jersey. There was a little girlish noise in the auditorium.

"Look, Xiao Fan is fucking hot at school." Feng Zhe held back for a while and started talking again, "Girl Harvester."

"Basketball boy, son of a rich family, the male lead is hahaha," Hua Tong took his words, "It's like this, that is to say, the post bar is down now, or Xiao Fan is the star of your school's post bar."

"It's also a Tieba star when it's down," Feng Zhe glanced at Qin Fang, "It's probably similar to Qin Fang in your school."

"Don't tease me." Qin Fang said.

"It's incomparable," Hua Tong said with a smile, "Our school is too big, and there are starlets in every school, and the status of Xiao Fan in your school is still different."

Qin Fang "tsk": "I didn't say don't talk to me."

"It's okay, stop talking," Feng Zhe nodded, "stop talking, stop talking."

In the second half, Fan Linyi's team kept chasing points, and the score was very tight. Most of the time, they were only two points away.

"Oh, I'm so nervous," Feng Zhe pretended to be mischievous, "Why doesn't Xiao Fan work harder."

No one paid any attention to him. Qin Fang and Huatong belonged to the school. Although they didn't know who was on the basketball team, they had to have a sense of collective honor.