Ten minutes later, the official basketball game began.

Song Yu looked particularly serious. He had a sky blue hairband tied to his fair and smooth forehead, and a small embroidered logo near the corner of his forehead, and a white wristband on his wrist. He twisted his neck and clenched his fists and cheered each other with Gu Shaoning, Qi Zheng and others.

No matter what the result of the game is, at least you can't lose in terms of momentum.

The same is true for Zhou Muyun's team.

Zhao Yichen said: "I underestimated Song Xiaoba and thought he hadn't played for several years and even forgot to dribble. It seems that he often plays abroad."

Zhou Muyun replied lightly: "What I worry about most in our team is you. Say less and concentrate and play hard, otherwise Xu Zhan will come."

Xu Zhan had something to do in the afternoon and said he wouldn't come anymore, but the WeChat group kept discussing the basketball game in the afternoon. He was so excited that he finished what he had at hand in advance and drove over. He was lucky, and happened to catch up with the start of the basketball game and did not miss the exciting part.

He had just arrived, and was sitting on the bench bench under the audience.

Zhao Yichen was so choked by Zhou Muyun that he couldn't even say a word.

The referee came over, with a whistle hanging around his neck, standing between the men and horses on both sides, holding the basketball upwards. His eyes were fixed on the basketball in his hand, and he picked up the whistle in front of his chest and bit it to his mouth with one hand.

Accompanied by a whistle that resounded over the basketball hall, the basketball was thrown into the air with force.

When the basketball fell, Zhou Muyun and Song Yu jumped up to grab the ball at the same time. Both of them were tall and tall, with equal matches and no one gave in.

Unfortunately, Song Yu was slowing down, Zhou Muyun grabbed the ball, and then he seemed to have a horn sounded. The war was about to break out, and both sides chased each other, and the battle was fierce.

If it weren't for the limited equipment in the club, maybe they could have been able to give an on-site commentary.

The young men in the audience were not idle either. They bet according to the opening agreement that they had agreed in advance, betting which side would win. They were all not short of money, so the bet was naturally not small.

Zhou Muyunfang took the lead and the audience applauded. Some people couldn't help but stand up and watch. Anyway, there were only people in the first two rows, so they didn't have to abide by the moral rules of watching the game.

There was no stop in the middle, and after scoring the goal, he caught up again. When Zhou Muyun and Song Yu passed by, they were still in the mood to joke: "What am I talking about?"

Song Yu fired back: "Stop talking nonsense, it's just the beginning, why are you anxious?"

Zhou Muyun scored the second goal and the third one. Song Yu was still calm, but his teammates were a little anxious. Gu Shaoning panted and cursed: "I... Damn, he doesn't usually play with Zhou Laosan, it turns out that he has hidden strength!"

More than ten minutes later, Song Yu finally scored a three-pointer, which was a little comforting and comforting the members of the team.

The audience bets that Song Yu won in the audience all looked solemn, not knowing whether it was time to change his mind now.

What happened to Song Yu? Wasn’t he very good when he was warming up just now? His aura was like a cheetah, and Zhou Muyun was no match for him at all.

How long has it been? Why did he get at a disadvantage?

At the end of the first half, Song Yu's score fell a lot. During the half-time break, he sat on a stool, his long legs were open, and he bent, his hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, the edges of his hairband were also a little wet, his eyelids were red, and he was breathing heavily.

Gu Shaoning next to him patted his shoulder, gasping for breath, and asked, "Didn't you see the ball I just passed to you? Don't we have a tacit understanding?"

Song Yu: "Isn't Qi Zheng next to me? I'm closer to the rebound, I thought you passed it to him."

Gu Shaoning: "..."

On the other side, Zhao Yichen was so tired that he was as exhausted as a dog. He simply collapsed on the floor with sweat on his face and waved his hand weakly: "Old Xu will do it for me in the second half, I am so exhausted."

Zhou Muyun was wearing black low-top sneakers on his feet and kicked his legs, sarcastic in his mouth: "You are like this in just half a day, are you still a man?"

Zhao Yichen lifted his eyelids and said weakly: "Whatever you want, I won't play anyway. I haven't seen him playing so fiercely, so I never thought it would be like this."

Xu Zhan had already changed into a red jersey, and then turned his finger joints to accept it calmly: "Since that's the case, I'll take Chen Zi's position."

Zhao Yichen: "That's all."

The rest time was very short, and the second half began in the blink of an eye. The war was still raging and there was no decline at all, which made other customers passing by the basketball court unable to help but come in to watch.

Those people more or less knew Zhou Muyun and Song met them, so they stayed.

Zhao Yichen had enough rest, got up from the ground, sat on the bench, with no bones on his back against the audience fence behind him, raised his hand to wipe his forehead covered with sweat, and he was a little dry. He wanted to find a bottle of water to drink, but glanced around but found that there was no water around. It was probably because the staff forgot to move over. In order not to disturb the game, he could only temporarily endure his thirst.

He took his phone back from the people watching the game, turned on the camera to record a video against the stadium, and happened to capture Song Yu missing an excellent pitching opportunity due to a personal mistake. Qi Zheng and Gu Shaoning wanted to beat their chests and stamp their feet.

Zhao Yichen was about to post the video to his Moments, and he thought about it and sent it to Meng Jianwan first.

At this moment, Meng Jianwan was drawing a tablet at home, and a WeChat message popped up above the screen. She thought it was Song Yu, so she clicked in without thinking.

She blinked and came to her senses. It turned out that it was a message from Zhao Yichen.

Meng Jian opened the video late, and it took less than 30 seconds, and she finished watching it in a moment. Her eyelids trembled a few times, and her expression was a little hard to describe. Although she didn't watch basketball games very much, she also knew some knowledge about basketball. It can be seen that Song Yu had made a mistake just now.

With this technique, how could he have the nerve to let her go over and watch?

Meng Jianwan poked the chat dialog box, typed a line of words and sent it over, with a little contempt, as if it was not his husband: "Is Song Yu not okay?"

Zhao Yichen, who received the news, almost fell from the chair with a smile, and kept slapping his thighs, which attracted everyone else to look at it.

Zhao Yichen tried his best to hold back his smile, cleared his throat, and shouted to the crowd who were playing hotly, "Song Xiaoba, your wife said you are not okay!"

All audience: "…"

Song Yu: "???"

Song Yu took the energy to turn his head and looked over. Zhao Yichen raised his right hand and shook his cell phone, saying that he had already broadcast the battle situation to his wife Meng Jiannian.

He gritted his teeth and exhaled a hot breath, without considering the authenticity of Zhao Yichen's words, because this was indeed what Meng Jian would say in the evening.

With one breath and one breath, Song Yu seemed to have changed his body, his eyes were like a fire-breathing, snatching the ball, shooting, intercepting, grabbing the ball again, and shooting another ball.

After scoring three goals in a row, the audience on the field were shocked, and their mouths opened into an O-shaped shape.

Zhou Muyun pursed his lips tightly and was silent for three seconds. He couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at Zhao Yichen, who was leisurely watching the show: "Are you an undercover agent sent by the other party?!"

Obviously, after Zhao Yichen said that, Song Yu's limbs seemed to be wound up, like an emotional shooting machine, unstoppable and invincible.

Zhao Yichen touched his nose guiltily. His original intention was to ridicule Song Yu. His wife said he couldn't do it. Is there anything more funny than this?

Who would have thought that not only did not make him angry, but instead stimulated his desire to win or lose.

Love brains are really terrible.

At the same time, Song Yu ran back and shouted to Zhao Yichen: "Did you take a video of me scoring the goal just now? Send it to her!"

Zhao Yichen really took the photo. He hesitated for a few seconds and sent it to Meng Jianwan as he said.

Meng Jianwan had just painted for less than two strokes, and the tablet sounded again.

She frowned and clicked on the message again without any patience. This time it was another video. She thought it was the same as the video just now, and it was a scene of Song Yu's defeat. When she opened it, she realized that she was wrong.

The man on the court was wearing a white jersey, with a big No. 16 printed on the back, wearing white sneakers, a headband tied to his forehead, and his face was as handsome as he was sweating freely on the court, like a king with super special effects, scoring goals one after another, which was completely different from him in the previous video.

Meng Jianwan supported his forehead with his fingers, watched the video again, and began to regret not coming to watch.

She glanced at the time on the screen. It was probably too late to pass now, so she gave up her thoughts and raised her finger and typed a few words: "My husband is so handsome."

Meng Jianwan was careless and realized what he said after the message was sent. He quickly pressed the message and withdrew it, and changed into a cold tone: "It's not bad."

However, what she didn't know was that Zhao Yichen had been staring at the screen of his phone. When the first message was sent, he saw it. When he was about to repost it to Song Yu, he watched helplessly as the message was withdrawn, and then it turned into a sentence like the leader praising his subordinates.

Zhao Yichen was stunned for a few seconds, not knowing which sentence to Song Yu to repost.

Just at this time, the second half was over, and Song Yu's team temporarily led by five points. This is not the final score, and there are a few more games to compete next.

Song Yu lifted up the hem of the jersey and wiped the sweat from his face, and inadvertently exposed his clear abdominal muscles. He seemed to have not noticed it, and walked calmly from the center of the court and asked, "What did she say?"

Gu Shaoning, who was following Song Yu, was so hot that his whole body was sweating. His face seemed to be soaked in water and washed. He raised his hand to stroke his sweaty hair and swallowed: "Is there no water? I'm so thirsty."

Zhao Yichen first answered Gu Shaoning’s question: “I’ve got someone to get it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Yin carried a box of mineral water, put a few clean white towels on the box, and walked in slowly from outside.

She had thin arms and legs, and it was very difficult to do such a job. If you want to blame, it would be too many people who came to the basketball court today. In the past, she only needed to get a few bottles of water, but this time she had to move a whole box. If she had known it, she would have asked the male staff of the club to come and help.

Sheng Yin complained in her heart, and when she raised her eyes, she suddenly saw a familiar figure, the man she met by chance in the elevator!

He walked past her without looking at her, as if he hadn't seen her, but she stood there blankly, feeling a strong hormonal aura coming to her face, and at the same time, it brought a hot wind that could not be ignored.

He looks very handsome in his jersey and looks particularly youthful.

"Song Xiaoba, you just took drugs?! Playing so hard!"

A male voice came from the front, followed by a basketball that was smashed over. He intended to smash it to Song Yu, but unfortunately he accidentally hit the ball and landed behind Song Yu, and flew straight towards Sheng Yin's face.

At the critical moment, Song Yu turned his head and stretched out his long arm to slapped the basketball that was less than twenty centimeters away from Sheng Yin's face.

Seeing this, the person who called out was stunned and raised his hand to pat his chest. After a while of fear, fortunately, he did not hit anyone.

But Shengyin was still shocked, his heart beat violently, and a box of mineral water in his hand fell to the ground. With a loud bang, the edge of the cardboard box could not bear the force and cracked. Two bottles of mineral water poured out and rolled to Song Yu's feet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Sheng Yin blushed and apologized quickly.

"fine."

Song Yu lowered his eyes and looked at him, but didn't care much. He bent down and picked up two bottles of water, threw it to Gu Shaoning, and held the other bottle in his hand, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head and drank half of the bottle.

He walked up to Zhao Yichen, frowned and tsk: "What are you talking about? Wanwan said, are you deaf or dumb?"

Zhao Yichen opened his arms like a grandfather, and the old god crossed his legs on the ground, tilted his head and looked up at him, showing a ruffian smile: "Please, I will tell you."

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Wanwan never heard of her husband Song Yu! She hasn't heard of her so far! She is simply shitty luck.
Chapter completed!