To The Lovely You

  Two little girls, dragging their cheeks together, each looked at the swaying figure on the court.

   Even the proud young lady Tang Ningning became quiet...

  Today's game seems to be particularly intense. Ke Jingheng always grabbed Lee Minho's ball, and Luo Yujun dunked He Chaoran several rebounds in a row.

  Lee Minho has a more restrained personality. Although he was a little dissatisfied, he didn't say it.

   He Chaoran was different. He rubbed his arm while running, and whispered, "Cousin, you took the wrong medicine today, why are you always targeting me!"

   "It's your own poor ball skills, who's to blame?" Luo Yujun said this without any expression on his face, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

   "You..." He Chaoran wanted to say something, but Ke Jingheng threw the basketball in his hand towards him.

   Ke Jingheng knew very well that Luo Yujun's state today was as irritable as himself, and he couldn't play well at all. However, how could Luo Yujun, such a calm and self-controlled person, be inexplicably irritable?

   Well, he'd better leave other people alone, he didn't even understand why he was so irritable.

   When thinking about this, his eyes drifted towards the stand again unconsciously. She... seems to be looking in the direction of the field, but her gaze passed over him and landed on the other person behind him.

   Ke Jingheng clenched his fists tightly, and the irritability in his heart became more and more obvious.

   During the intermission, several boys walked towards the stands one after another. They were sitting in the first row, drinking water and wiping sweat.

  Lee Minho just wiped the sweat from his forehead when a bottle of water suddenly appeared in front of him. A small figure staggered forward a few steps, and the mineral water in her hand swayed gently with her footsteps.

   Obviously, Luo Xiaomei was pushed out by Li Mengshan half-push and half-spot...

   "That...do you want some water?" She blushed and lowered her head, a little afraid to look at him. The intention of delivering water couldn't be more obvious, right? If he accepts it, he proves that he has a chance. But if you refuse...

   She didn't dare to think about it any more, because she was afraid...

   "Thank you!" The fair and slender fingertips slid across her fingers and took the mineral water in her hand.

   Although it was just a simple action and a few simple words, it made her heart beat again. He...he actually accepted it!

   Ke Jingheng was sitting in the seat next to Lee Minho. Although he deliberately forced himself not to look at them, every word they said reached his ears.

   His hands couldn't help but tremble a little. He twisted it several times, but he couldn't unscrew the bottle cap in his hand. It was like a ball of cotton was stuffed in his mind, and he could only mechanically repeat the action of twisting the bottle cap.

   "Here's the water!" Tangning Ning didn't know when she came to him, and confidently handed him the water.

   But Ke Jingheng didn't mean to reach out to take it, he just looked at her with indifferent eyes, his tone was even more indifferent: "Excuse me... Who are you?"

   These words, like a thunderbolt, smashed through Tangning's forehead. God, she thought that the probability that he might not like her was about 0.01%, but she didn't expect that he didn't know her! You are so famous!

   She withdrew her hand in embarrassment. For the first time, she began to doubt her popularity and the exposure of her Rolls-Royce: "My name is Tangning, I'm from the class next door to you."

   "Oh." Ke Jingheng didn't even look at her, his tone was still cold, "I don't know."