Sheng Yin's gaze shifted as Song Yu moved, watching him frowning and pursing his lips, talking to a handsome man sitting on the bench.

Song Xiaoba?

She heard someone called him this just now, and it probably wasn't his real name. How could anyone call such a strange name?

Sheng Yin looked over there blankly until a shout suddenly came from beside him: "Why are you standing stupidly? Everyone is waiting for you to deliver water!"

He is the staff in charge of the basketball arena.

The reason is that there are too many people coming to the basketball hall this afternoon, and there are inevitably mistakes. The referee and scoreboard were prepared, but they forgot to prepare water and towels. Mr. Zhao also had to remind him that it was their club's dereliction of duty.

Sheng Yin woke up from her dream, nodded quickly and responded, squatted down and picked up the cardboard box that had been broken on the ground, and moved it to the group of young masters with difficulty.

She took out a few bottles of mineral water from it and handed them to them. When it was Song Yu's turn, she looked at him and noticed that he was holding half a bottle of mineral water in his hand. She retracted her hand and handed it to Zhao Yichen beside him: "Hello, your water."

Zhao Yichen reached out to take it, turned lazily, and handed the mineral water to Song Yu: "Xiao Ba, help me twist it, I don't have the strength to do it."

Song Yu: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Zhao Yichen raised his eyebrows and shook it in front of him with his cell phone. Don’t he want to know what Meng Jianwan said?

Song Yu gritted his teeth, but he didn't expect that one day Zhao Yichen would be controlled by him. He took the mineral water without saying a word, unscrewed the bottle cap in a few seconds, wishing he could pour the water on his face.

Zhao Yichen took it and took a sip, and tsk twice like a wine tasting.

Song Yu sat on the bench with his hands on his knees. Because of the intense exercise, his whole body was hot. He pinched the joints, his voice was low, and he felt a faint threat: "I advise you not to go too far."

Sheng Yin glanced at him curiously, not knowing what he was saying to others, and she felt a little angry.

After sending the water, she started sending a towel and handed it to Song Yuyi. However, his gaze did not change. He stared at the person next to him for a moment, took the towel and wiped the sweat on his neck.

Sheng Yin turned his head and could see his slightly wet temples, his cold and hard jaw, and his slightly convex Adam's apple. After rubbing the towel, the crystal sweat beads on it were sucked dry, smooth and clean.

"Hey, my towel."

Suddenly, Gu Shaoning stretched out a hand to Sheng Yin.

She quickly lowered her eyes, and then she realized that she had been staring at someone for a long time and forgot to send a towel. She quickly pulled out one and put it on Gu Shaoning's hand, and whispered: "Sorry."

Zhao Yichen was holding an air and wanted to continue enslaving Song Yu, but Song Yu was not that easy to mess with. He stood up and pressed him to the ground and beat him up.

Zhao Yichen didn't dare to stimulate him anymore. After all, he could do anything in love. He quickly took out his cell phone and presented it with both hands.

Song Yu gave him a look of "Wouldn't it be better if this is already happening", took away his cell phone, pressed the lock screen key, and asked, "What is the password?"

Before Zhao Yichen could answer, Song Yu pointed the screen at his face and automatically unlocked it without rummaging on his hands. The interface after unlocking is the WeChat chat box.

He saw the three words at the bottom first - not bad.

Song Yu pursed his lips and looked through the previous news. When Zhao Yichen posted the first video, Meng Jian replied late, "Is Song Yu not OK?" He twitched the corners of his mouth.

When he was about to return his phone to Zhao Yichen, he suddenly noticed a line of light-colored small words that showed that Meng Jianwan had withdrawn a message.

Song Yu was surprised, paused for a few seconds, turned to look at Zhao Yichen, and based on his intuition, he must know what Meng Jianwan sent. Song Yu pondered for a while and asked, "What is the message she withdraws?"

Zhao Yichen raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Do you really want to know?"

Song Yu: "Nonsense, don't want to know what I'm asking you for?"

Zhao Yichen didn't keep it a secret this time. He looked at Song Yu and smiled, and said honestly: "Five words, my husband is so handsome."

Song Yu's expression was stagnant, his eyes widened a little, and he said in disbelief: "What did she say? You say it again."

Zhao Yichen knew that he had heard it, so he was too lazy to repeat it. He took his cell phone back from his hand and took a sip of it: "This is what she said, do you believe it or not."

Song Yu touched his pants pocket and couldn't wait to find Meng Jianwan to verify, but found that his cell phone was placed in the locker in the locker in the locker room.

He snatched Zhao Yichen's cell phone and called Meng Jianwan. He had already memorized her number and could output it even with his eyes closed.

When he outputted a string of phone numbers, he found that Zhao Yichen actually had Meng Jianwan's number in his mobile phone, probably at that party.

The phone rang for more than a dozen times. Meng Jianwan probably didn't want to answer it, so he finally answered it before automatically hanging up, and said patiently: "Zhao Yichen, are you idle? Just send WeChat, you still call..."

"It's me." Song Yu interrupted her with a voice.

Meng Jianwan was stunned for two seconds, narrowed his eyes and looked at the caller ID. It was Zhao Yichen, right: "Song Yu? Why do you use Zhao Yichen's cell phone? Where are your cell phones?"

"I'm putting my phone in the locker room." After explaining, Song Yu coughed lightly, turned his back and walked away, avoiding the group of people watching the fun, and whispered, "I saw the WeChat message you sent to Zhao Yichen." In fact, he heard it from others, but it was no different from what he saw.

The news was withdrawn too quickly, Meng Jianwan herself forgot this, and was suddenly mentioned by him. She was confused for a few seconds and murmured with a slow reaction: "What news?"

Song Yu: "Are you pretending to be stupid with me?"

"I..." Meng Jianwan subconsciously wanted to deny it, but his mind flashed. When he remembered what he had sent, he suddenly stopped and the rest of his words were automatically silent.

She rubbed her forehead, didn't pretend to be stupid just now, but now she really wants to pretend to be stupid: "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, I want to hear you say something in person."

"Have you finished the competition?" Meng Jianwan didn't want to respond positively and changed the subject.

But she underestimated Song Yu's persistence. He looked at the empty court, and a basketball was lying quietly on the white line on the floor. He looked at it for a while and withdrew his gaze: "No, the halftime break, I have to continue to compete later. Why do you want to withdraw that message?"

Meng Jianwan: "There is no reason, I just withdraw it if I want to withdraw it."

"So, can you tell me yourself? What's the point of telling Zhao Yichen?"

"……say what?"

"Don't keep going around me, you know what I'm talking about."

Song Yu was still on the phone, and Gu Shaoning was already calling him: "Song Xiaoba, it's about to start. What are you doing there? Come here quickly!"

Zhao Yichen shrugged his shoulders and laughed, covering his mouth and whispered: "What else can I do? Chat with his wife, but we said he was in love and he was still angry."

Gu Shaoning's voice was quite loud. Meng Jianwan on the other side of the phone heard it, and he took this opportunity to avoid this topic: "I heard someone calling you, why don't you hurry up."

Song Yu walked back with his cell phone, still like a child who couldn't get candy, and he sucked his fingers: "Wanwan, what can you do if you say it?"

Meng Jianwan: "Come on, Song Xiaoyu."

Song Yu: "..."

He had no choice but to throw the phone to Zhao Yichen, but Zhao Yichen didn't react and didn't catch the phone, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Damn it, I'll mess with you. If your phone breaks, you can compensate me!"

Zhao Yichen bent down and picked up the phone on the ground, turned to the other side of the screen and looked at it, but fortunately the screen did not break.

"Sorry." Song Yu said indifferently.

Gu Shaoning asked Zhao Yichen: "What's wrong with him?"

Zhao Yichen replied: "You still have to think about it? I've been abused by Meng Jianwan. I can't beat the woman myself. I'm using my phone to vent my anger. I've been bad for eight lifetimes to be brothers with him."

Song Yu waved his arms to do stretching exercises and was ready to play at any time. He raised his chin and said to Zhao Yichen: "Don't forget to record a video for me, so that Wanwan can see clearly how I scored."

Zhao Yichen raised his middle finger at him, threw his cell phone and was embarrassed to order him to do things. Who did he think he was?

The others had already arrived in the middle of the stadium. Song Yu walked over there casually and said, "Record the video well, I'll treat you to the evening dinner."

Zhao Yichen was persuaded in one second: "No problem!"

Sheng Yin stood quietly on one side, not much presence, and could look at Song Yu unscrupulously, watch him interact with others, take his cell phone to make a phone call, and frowned slightly after coming back, then turned around and went to the court in a cool and cold manner...

However, since she appeared here, he had never looked at her, and probably didn't know that she was the person he met in the elevator.

Sheng Yin leaned against the stands, her legs were close together, and her eyes were slightly lowered. For the moment, the smile and gentleness in his eyes seemed to be her personal illusion.

She thought for a while, stood up and patted her face, cheered up and watched the game.

The whistle sounded, and Song Yu continued his momentum in the second half of the second half, scoring consecutive goals, and even Zhou Muyun, who was full of confidence, was a little scared.

Gu Shaoning, who was on the same team as Song Yu, was so shocked that he widened his eyes. When he passed by him, he heard him say very quickly: "Except Chu Yuyang's defense, everyone else passes the ball to me as much as possible."

Gu Shaoning quickly conveyed this tactic to others, and the next step was to pass the ball crazy to Song Yu. The atmosphere on the court was unprecedentedly hot.

The sneakers rubbed against the floor, making sharp sounds, mixed with the sound of basketballs touching the ground, and even the spectators in the audience were excited when they heard it.

Song Yu was in too strong momentum and finally won the contest with a beautiful result.

The people in both teams were just fished out of the water, and there was nothing dry on their bodies, and sweat almost covered their eyes.

Zhou Muyun was not angry when he lost. He stretched out a fist to Song Yu, raised his eyebrows openly, and said with a smile: "You are amazing, I'm willing to give in."

Song Yu pulled his lips and smiled, clenched his fists and collided with him: "It's just a narrow victory."

Zhou Muyun: "If you win, you win, you will win. Why are you humble?"

Song Yu stopped talking, laughed at himself, walked towards the rest area, sat on the bench, raised his hand and pulled the wet hairband on his forehead.

Suddenly, a bottle of unopened mineral water and a white towel came in front of him. Song Yu looked up and saw a girl in orange work clothes. He took it with both hands and said thank you politely.

Sheng Yin took a breath and calmed his mind. He quickly walked to the next person, not daring to stay too much, worried that someone would notice something strange, but her after-lightness could not help but glance over.

The man put a towel around his neck, unscrewed the bottle cap and raised his head to drink water. The damp black hair hung back with the movement. The sweat on his neck that had not had time to dry was flowing along the undulating lines, pouring into the collar, where he could not see it...

Sheng Yin bit her lower lip and quietly withdrew her gaze, but she never expected that such subtle actions could fall into the eyes of others.

Zhao Yichen, a prodigal son in love, couldn't help but tease a few words when he saw a beautiful girl, and immediately started joking: "The little girl's eyes were straight when she looked at Xiaoba. Don't the rest of us catch your eyes?"

Sheng Yin was startled, her face turned white and her hair stood up. She was the only girl here, so there was no doubt that the "little girl" he said was her.

"No, no, I don't." Sheng Yin subconsciously denied, panicked like a little rabbit caught in a hunter's clip, and there was nothing else but to struggle clumsyly.

Zhao Yichen held the mineral water bottle, threw it from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand, throwing it back and forth, and his thin lips raised a curve. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a bad young master into a gentle gentleman, comforting her: "Don't be nervous, I'm just kidding."

The girl in front of her is about the same height as Meng Jianwan and has a similar figure. She is wearing an orange short T-shirt, with club lightning logo printed on her chest, and white sports trousers. She looks pretty and has not trimmed her eyebrows very carefully. She has small wild eyebrows on the edges, and her face is lightly made up, and her pink cheeks look very pure and lovely.

Sheng Yin's face turned red. She turned her face away and handed the water in her hand to Zhou Muyun next to Zhao Yichen, and even though she raised her eyes, she didn't dare to.

Song Yu frowned and smashed the mineral water bottle that he had not finished drinking in his hand. He mentioned himself dissatisfied: "What kind of virtue do you have? Look at it so scared people. Where is the video I asked you to take? Take it to me and see."

Zhao Yichen: "What are you looking at? I have sent it to Meng Jianwan, and she hasn't even replied to me."

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Zhao Yichen is such a fickle radish. When he sees a beautiful girl, he wants to flirt with him!

Xiao Ba: I didn’t even look carefully, unlike me.
Chapter completed!