"You're not fucking long... Brother Shi." Xu Qiang put on glasses, sat up with his waist, and opened his mouth to curse. As soon as he made a sound, he found that the sharp eyes were staring at him.

He became hoarse in an instant.

At this moment, Ding Yifan and his men also ran over.

When he saw that it was related to Song Ranran again, Ding Yifan immediately looked like he was so painful that he leaned against Zhang Xun, feeling that he was so angry that he was about to ascend to heaven: "Hold me a little, my chest hurts."

Xie Bin stood behind Ji Shixue and said, "Brother Shi, the game is still going on, everyone is waiting."

He looked at Xu Qiang again: "If you don't go to cheer for your class, why are you here to harass our classmates?"

Xu Qiang was in a disadvantaged position, but was stared at by Ji Shixue for so long. He was so ashamed that he couldn't speak. He could only lower his head and secretly rub his waist with his hands.

The scene was too awkward, so Song Ranran had to speak out and break the silence: "Student Xu, do you want to go to the infirmary to have a look?"

"You go back to the game and give it to Xu Jia." Ji Shixue didn't raise his head, threw the ball backwards in Xie Bin's arms, looked down at Xu Qiang and asked again: "You just slipped and hit you. Is there anything wrong? Can't walk anymore?"

"Oh, hey! Chest pain, brain pain." Ding Yifan looked unbearable and buried his face on Zhang Xun's shoulder.

It is 800 meters away from the basketball court, but it is still in the opposite direction. Who can slide in this way?

His hand slipped and hit him so accurately, and he hit his waist in one go. He knew how important a man’s waist was, and he had a 42-point score in biology.

If you slip your hand, who the hell believes it! Do you dare to believe it?

When Ji Shixue said this, Xie Bin naturally understood it. He greeted Ding Yifan and the others: "Let's go back."

"No, it's okay, I fell down without eyes." Xu Qiang also heard what Ji Shixue said, got up, nodded and bowed, "I'll leave now, go immediately."

After saying that, he pressed his waist and walked like the wind with his feet. He ran to Ding Yifan and the others in a few steps.

He should have seen the race walk, and probably tried it himself.

Song Ranran looked at his graceful back, swaying left and right, thinking, nodding on her own and continuing to watch her talk show.

Ji Shixu sat down beside her, with legs on the steps next to her, and her elbows were supported backwards, looking at the court where the game had started again. In just one second, he turned his head and looked at the quiet girl next to him with earplugs.

Song Ranran has beautiful and smooth hair, but she is used to tie it all up and tie it into a ponytail. When she tilts her head and smiles at others, the ponytail will shiver behind her, which is very cute.

Ji Shixu hadn't seen her laugh at her several times, but every time she saw her expression when she showed her eyes when her eyebrows were curved at Xu Yijia, she always felt inexplicably trembling and even a little dissatisfaction.

Dissatisfied with the smile, not blooming for himself.

Perhaps seeing the funny clip, Song Ranran pursed her lips and smiled. Looking at it from Ji Shixue, you can see the half of the dimples outlined.

Her eyes fell from her pretty and round nose, and it fell on her pursed lips, pink and tender, like a peach.

It should taste sweet and quench your thirst.

"Fuck!" He could think so much when he looked at his side. He was crazy.

Ji Shixu couldn't help but curse.

"Yeah?" Song Ranran heard the movement and cast her eyes on her face.

Ji Shixue's Adam's apple rolled, calmed down his emotions, coughed lightly, moved his eyes away, and his tone was low and dumb: "Where is my water?"

Song Ranran was stunned for a moment, remembering that he had indeed stuffed the water back to her before he went on stage, and said, "Put it with everyone on Yijia's side."

After thinking about it, I added: "I have marked you, I will not make any mistakes. I will get it for you now."

As he said that, he got up and walked towards the stands.

Ji Shixu followed her casually.

"The only one in the class is your surname, and you don't have to write your full name." Song Ranran took out a bottle from the pile of mineral water and handed it to him. He secretly looked at the people on the court and whispered: "Like Xu Jia, you must Yijia write his name clearly for him, and Yijia was a little annoyed."

The mineral water bottle that reached out was written with a black marker. The owner of his hand opened a pair of deer eyes and blinked at him, as if he was seeking credit.

Ji Shixue couldn't help but cough again, took the water and drank it all in one gulp.

Song Ranran was stunned.

So thirsty?

She hurriedly went to the snack bag and took out the new one. She was about to unscrew the cap and handed it over when she heard a whistle.

"Time is up! Class 7 wins 26 to 7." Pan Jianjun raised his hand and announced the end of the game.

Zhang Jianda got up to look at the scoreboard, turned his head and snorted proudly: "Teacher Zhu, next Monday, 48 breakfasts, don't forget. I won't need that one, Teacher Zhu will eat it myself."

"It's good that Teacher Zhang can remember it." Bald Qiang sneered and took the eighth class away.

Ji Shixue looked at Zhang Xun accidentally, and turned to Xu Qiang in the crowd of 8.

Zhang Xun nodded slightly and pulled Ding Yifan and followed him.

"I bought this myself, not counting as a class fee." Song Ranran quietly stuffed the drink into Ji Shixue's palm.

I can't taste the genuine version, so I'll give him the same version as compensation?

Looking at the peach juice in his hand, Ji Shixu's eyes were dim and unclear, and his thin lips were slightly raised, as if he was smiling.

From the beginning of the basketball court, Kan Qingya's eyes have been fixed on Ji Shixue, so naturally she would not miss Song Ranran's small move this time.

"Qingya, what do you mean by this transfer student? Don't you know that Brother Shi is yours?" The girl next to her said dissatisfied: "Look for time, we will mention her, and we will not see who she is, and we will dare to compete with you."

Kan Qingya didn't answer her, her eyes were anxious on the bottle of peach juice in Ji Shixue's hand. The hand hanging on her side was tightly clenched, and her teeth bit her lower lip. In the future, she would apply a well-proportioned lipstick to the mirror in front of the playground and bite it off.

"Everyone from Class 7 is here!" Zhang Jianda clapped his hands and summoned everyone to gather, and successfully gave up the strong face of the muscle bald head. He was in a good mood. Seeing the poor students in the class who were dragging their legs, they all thought it was a beautiful jade: "There is still 10 minutes before get out of class is over, so I won't say anything. You can go back to the class to pack your things and go home, and don't have breakfast on Monday."

"Old Zhang is wise and magical!" Wu Zhihao took the lead and whistled.

"Old Zhang will be united for generations and unify the Central Committee!"

The boys also started to make noises.

"A nonsense!" Zhang Jianda shook them angrily and added: "You have to prepare for the sports meeting I mentioned in the class before. If you should report any event, go to Xie Bin and say, don't wait for someone to urge. Wu Zhihao, remember to report more of your body shape and turn your fat into muscles in time. The school has no weightlifting events this time, so I suggest you apply for a shot put."

Wu Zhihao whispered: "I don't even have muscles."

The voice was too low, and Zhang Jianda didn't hear it clearly, and said, "Oh, by the way, your English teacher asked me to say that I have done all the questions in the weekly newspaper. Before the class exercises, the class representative was put on her desk. The class representative was Song Ranran, right?"

"Teacher is me," Song Ranran nodded slightly, and pulled the person next to her: "There is still a sequel."

"Oh? That's strange! The sun must be coming out from the west." Zhang Jianda looked up and down at Ji Shixue's eyes, and stopped in time before being stared back: "Okay, I won't say anything. You have fun on the weekend, don't forget to do it."

After saying that, he strode away with a basketball in his arms, and everyone scattered.

Song Ranran helped Xu Yijia and Li Juan pack up the leftover snacks and mineral water that everyone had eaten, put them into a carton, and worked together to carry them back to the class.

Before he could take two steps, he was snatched by Wu Zhihao.

"I'll practice muscles in advance first." Wu Zhihao beat them up, and walked steadily in a cardboard box. He was a fat man with agility.

Li Juan wants to go to the supermarket to buy something and ask Song Ranran and the others to go back to the classroom first.

They walked to the corner of the U-shaped building and were colliding with Ding Yifan. Zhang Xun and Xu Qiang had a good chat.

Zhang Xun nodded to the two of them, but Ding Yifan pretended that he didn't see it.

"Brother Qiangzi, don't rush back. I haven't been together for so long. Let's find a place to chat."

Ding Yifan and Zhang Xun each hugged Xu Qiang's shoulders and walked towards Ji Shiseong with a smile.

Song Ranran looked at them strangely, but didn't take it seriously.

It's really normal for boys to hook up.
Chapter completed!