There are already many classes in the basketball court. Everyone knows that this sports meet is linked to the 70th anniversary of the school anniversary, and they have made every effort to win a good ranking.

Ji Shixue and Xu Jia took the boys in the class to practice football on the basketball court. Xu Yijia and life committee member Li Juan discussed buying some water and snacks to come over, so that they could replenish their energy after they finished practicing.

Song Ranran followed her to help carry things, but Xu Yijia believed Pan Jianjun and Yang Wanjing's statement that "body is weak and cannot be trained in military training", and insisted not let her do it. She symbolically asked her to carry a small bag of potato chips, biscuits and other puffed foods, and the water was carried by herself and Li Juan.

When I returned to the stadium, the stands in Class 7 were originally crowded with people, mostly girls, three laps inside and three laps outside, making people unable to see the situation on the field at all.

Li Juan looked inexplicably: "What's the situation? Is it necessary for so many people to watch it when practicing football?"

Seeing this situation, I couldn't squeeze in. Song Ranran and Xu Yijia looked at each other, went to the stand next to me to find a remote corner with few people.

As a fat man with not very flexible limbs, Wu Zhihao had already left the court and slumped on the side of the court opposite to rest. He saw Song Ranran and the others running to the stands of the other class: "Why are you sitting so far? If it weren't for this lot of food, I wouldn't have found you."

He ran over a few steps, pulled out a bag of potato chips and opened them to eat, and kept chattering: "Old Zhang and the bald class teacher in Class 8 have choked on him and have to hold a basketball game preview. If he loses, he invites the whole class to have breakfast next Monday, which costs more than five yuan."

Song Ranran looked at the court and saw Zhang Jianda taking off his shirt, wearing a white vest and a muscular man with a bald glasses. It was obvious that the two of them had no balls in their hands, but they could still fight together. Pan Jianjun stood next to the scoreboard in front of the stands, crossing his waist and watching the two classes compete against each other.

Zhang Jianda was knocked away by a bald muscle man, and the next second he was reluctant to give in.

Song Ranran pursed her lips tightly, so that she did not let the laughter overflow.

Wu Zhihao simply sat down beside them: "Old Zhang usually moves less, his muscles are not much, and he is still loose. Fighting with the bald head is a typical example of using an egg to hit the stone. If our class wants to win, it depends on Jia Ye and Brother Shi."

Song Ranran doesn't know much about basketball, and is a rookie who doesn't know the rules. But looking at the situation on the court, you can also see how big the tacit cooperation between Ji Shixu and Xu Jia's attack on Class 8.

Ji Shisei scored another three points for Class 7 with a hollow ball. Pan Jianjun blew a whistle and had a break.

"Brother Shi is awesome!"

"Just Jia did a pretty job!"

"Class 7 is amazing!"

There was cheers in the stands.

Xie Bin and the boys came over sweating profusely, and Song Ranran helped Xu Yijia and the life committee member to deliver water and snacks to them.

"Thank you for your hard work, keep cheering up in the second half!"

Considering the number of boys in the class and the amount of water used, Xu Yijia bought two boxes and 48 bottles this time. Even if the boys who don’t practice football, one bottle for each person can still produce more than ten bottles.

The boys who were waiting here each handed a bottle of mineral water, but half of them were left in the carton.

Song Ranran looked around and saw Ji Shixue lazily leaning against the basketball stand, with her long legs casually supporting her, watching the boy dribbling on the court next to her.

He also ran on the court for more than ten minutes, and the other boys were panting and a large area of ​​wet on his back, but he was no different from usual, with the only thing about the broken hair between his forehead getting a little wet. Before the sun had set, the warm light hit him, covering him with a layer of golden halo, making people feel warm for no reason.

Song Ranran took the bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and walked towards him, and was soon stopped by a girl.

"Student Ji, I'll give you water."

Kan Qingya stood in front of Ji Shixue, and the drink in her hand slowly stretched forward.

Ji Shisei still watched the game and ignored her.

Song Ranran looked at the drink in Kan Qingya's hand, then at the Nongfu Spring in her hand, pursed her lips, a little confused.

Just after the intense exercise, drinking carbonated drinks is not good for the body. But it is always bad not to drink the drinks given by beautiful girls.

"Student Ji..." Kan Qingya looked at Ji Shixue, whispered, and handed her hand forward again.

The boy from Class 8 couldn't stand it and ran over and said dissatisfiedly: "Grade flower, you treat this too differently. We are Binglu for one dollar, so give it to Xiao Ming."

"Your." As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Shixue took the drink, threw it into the boy's arms, and walked towards Song Ranran.

Although Song Ranran was not short, he could only barely reach his shoulders. He bent down slightly, blocking the sunlight behind him, and reflected a warm yellow silhouette in front of Song Ranran's eyes, and tightly encircled her in his shadow under the sun.

"mine."

He took the Nongfu Spring in Song Ranran's hand and said.

Zhang Xun: "!"

Wu Zhihao: "!!"

Ding Yifan: "!!!"

...

Xu Jia leaned beside Xu Yijia, drinking water leisurely, with an expression of watching the show.

Song Ranran looked up at Ji Shixue in a daze, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Ji Shisei unscrewed the bottle cap and raised his head to drink water. A drop of water slid along the edge of his mouth through the bulging Adam's apple, and cut into the wide open collar, without a trace.

Song Ranran looked at his Adam's apple rolling up and down and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Why do you think the water he drinks looks a bit sweet?

"Swish..." Pan Jianjun whistled again: "The second half has begun, and we are all back."

Ji Shixu stuffed the bottle of Nongfu Spring back into Song Ranran's hand, and without looking at her expression, he walked straight to the stadium.

Song Ranran returned to Xu Yijia and sat down, covering her cheeks and exhaled in a small mouth.

Some of the people in the stands turned their sights to the stadium, applauding the performance of the boys, while others were still looking back and forth between Song Ranran and Ji Shisei, whispering something.

"Is it okay?" Xu Yijia looked at her worriedly.

"It's okay, I just feel a little hot." Song Ranran smiled at her, pointed to the cherry blossom tree not far away and said, "I'll hide there."

Zhang Jianda was exhausted and regretful to leave the court. Bald strongman couldn't compete with a group of students for rebounds. Both of them went back to the stands. Ji Shixue took Ding Yifan and the others to confront Class 8 with the ball. He was able to walk with ease, and even Wu Zhihao could try to dunk.

Under the cherry blossom tree on the other side of the stands, Song Ranran half-squinted her eyes to see the game on the court, and soon lowered her head and sounded the English talk show.

"Can I sit here?" A figure slowly approached her, smiling politely and politely: "Classmate, you are a new student, I have been following you for a long time. You have run very well and your breathing rhythm is better than that of a sports specialty."

"Thank you for your compliment." Song Ranran nodded politely and kept a distance of half an arm from him: "I used to like morning jogging, so I got used to it."

"It's such a coincidence that I like running too. How about we make an appointment with each other in the future?" The boy sneaked closer: "My name is Xu Qiang."

"Song Ranran."

Xu Qiang of course knew Song Ranran's name. During a physical education class yesterday, he had already figured out her situation.

He held his glasses and said gentlely: "Ranran, I'm very happy to know you. Today we'll have breakfast after school. Let's have dinner together and discuss where to go for a run in the future."

"Something happened tonight." Song Ranran felt a sense of resistance from the bottom of her heart. She didn't like strangers to be too close to her, so she wrinkled her little face and said tactfully: "I'm not running anymore."

"What about the weekend? We can also go and watch movies on weekends. What type of movies do you like?"

"Sorry..." Song Ranran continued to refuse.

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of heavy objects hitting him beside him. The next second he saw Xu Qiang fall to the ground. He didn't get up for a long time, and there was a basketball that was still bounced up next to him.
Chapter completed!