To The Lovely You

  In the empty gymnasium, the sound of basketball and the sound of shoes rubbing against the ground echoed. A group of boys in blue and red jerseys are engaged in a fierce battle.

  The National High School Basketball League is about to start. And this game is the final tryout within the school, and the winning team can represent the school to participate in the national league.

  The two sides of the competition were Su Rou Rou's Class 16, and Han Xuefei's Class 14.

   A large group of students had already surrounded the court, most of them were girls.

   That group of girls can be roughly divided into two gangs, one of which is a fan of Luo Yichen, and the other is a fan of Ke Shaoze.

   Luo Yichen's fan group, headed by Su Rourou. However, she obviously didn't want to be his fan, she was completely forced by him.

   Just the night before the competition, the perverted Luo Yichen gave her a new "order".

   "Tomorrow's basketball game, you must come. Remember to cheer for me and bring me water."

   Then, she was forced to appear here, and was forced to shout with Luo Yichen's brain-dead fans: "Come on, Luo Yichen! Come on, Luo Yichen!"

   Well, in fact, she's completely phony, just lip-synching.

   She looked at Ke Shaoze's fan group with some envy, but she actually wanted to join that side.

   There is an idiom called "the body is in Caoying and the heart is in Han".

  Lan Xier stood behind her and poked her back: "Hey, I came to the fan club to make up the numbers for you!"

   There is also an idiom called "insincere words".

   "I see, Xi'er is the best for me..." Su Rourou said weakly.

   Today's Luo Yichen seems to be in a particularly good state, with a smile on his face that has always been paralyzed, and keeps looking at the fan group while running on the court.

   He grabbed seven rebounds in a row and made several three-pointers, all in one go.

   "Wow, Luo Yichen is great! Come on, Luo Yichen!" Luo Yichen's brainless fans were excited.

   Contrary to him, Ke Shaoze's status was obviously not online.

   That's entirely because the head of his fan group made him have nightmares... Han Xuefei!

   "Come on Ke Shaoze! Come on Ke Shaoze!" Han Xuefei was wearing a miniskirt, full of energy, and her slogan was full of energy and extremely loud.

   It's good that she didn't shout, but Ke Shaoze's feet softened when he shouted, and he was almost pushed to the ground.

   Ke Shaoze's brain-dead fans suddenly became nervous: "Come on Ke Shaoze! Ke Shaoze stand up!"

  Ke Shaoze got up from the ground with difficulty, searching the cheerleaders out of the corner of his eyes, and finally saw An Yirou's peaceful figure.

   She stood at the last of the cheerleading team, on the dividing line in the middle of Luo Yichen and his support group, with a smile on her lips, watching the stadium quietly.

   Aware of Ke Shaoze's gaze towards An Yirou, Su Rourou lowered her eyes a little desolately.

   She had no idea about An Yirou in the past, but since she noticed her subtle thoughts, she disliked her more and more.

   And Han Xuefei pushed aside the crowd domineeringly and walked to An Yirou.

   She crossed her waist, raised her chin and squinted at An Yirou: "Hey, are you An Yirou?"

  Ann nodded calmly without changing her face.

  Han Xuefei snorted coldly, with insightful contempt in her eyes: "If you don't like Ke Shaoze, please don't occupy the kennel and not poop, okay?"

   As soon as she said those words, the girls around her immediately whispered.

   I have to say that although her words were rude, they were very... punctual.

   Even Su Rourou felt that it was refreshing to hear it. Because, this is exactly what she wanted to say to An Yirou, and probably what most of the brainless fans wanted to say to An Yirou.

  An Yirou smiled lightly and said in a gentle tone, "Excuse me, what position did you take to warn me?"

   As soon as these words came out, the expression on Han Xuefei's face was a little stiff, but she quickly regained her queen style: "I will warn you in my name, Han Xuefei! How is it? Are you convinced?"

  Ke Shaoze's brain-dead fans were enthusiastic and supportive.

   "That's it!"

   "If you don't like it, don't give others hope!"

  An Yirou's face was pale, her small lips were tightly pursed, and her body trembled slightly.