Yan Yeyi cut between Leng Yu Pavilion and Monsoon at lightning speed. The ball was like an obedient child, completely entering Yan Yeyi's domain.
In the gap created by Hitomi Goha and Seinke, Yan Yeyi turned around like an agile leopard, dribbled through all the blocking figures, and rushed to the outside line.
Lifting the ball, everyone's hearts were grabbed by this second. It seemed that everyone stood up. The commentator who was hiding under the table also stood up. The airflow forgot to turn. Everything was focused on that
On the unruly young man
He jumped up in slow motion with his knees bent at ninety degrees
"Yan Yeyi, you have to invest for me." I rushed to the explanation table, picked up the microphone and faced more than 10,000 people. Facing the national live broadcast, I shouted suppressed without thinking.
If a game lasts
Huh... my suppressed heart finally feels smoother. It makes me feel uncomfortable to death.
The corners of Yan Yeyi's sexy mouth curved into a playful arc.
He took back his posture of preparing to shoot, turned around, and looked at me evilly
Lift the basketball and throw it back. The brown basketball draws a beautiful arc in the air, as if the basketball is being pulled by the ball stand.
At the last second, the basketball came out of nowhere
Dead silence, still dead silence, an incredible silence, only the crisp sound of the basketball hitting the ground
"So handsome!" I got carried away and the whole stadium jumped for joy, and finally returned the word I owed Yan Yeyi to him.
"Ah! Ye is so handsome..."
"Ye, I love you..." The whole audience was moved by this goal, and they were all exaggerated by the arrogant young man.
"Ah! Flame Dragon..." The girls on the cheerleading team hugged each other and cried so hard that the Flame Dragon players all ran excitedly on the court.
Yan Yeyi also ran towards me slightly excitedly, with indescribable passion on his face.
"Yan..."
"My wife, I love you, I love you..." As soon as I uttered a syllable, I was hugged tightly by Yan Yeyi, who was covered in sweat. The cheers and excitement of the audience could not drown out his excited words. Maybe it was
Breathing is not smooth, maybe it's the intensity of the heart
Yan Yeyi's trembling voice had a choked tone. I don't know if it was hot sweat or tears that flowed into my collarbone.
I know that he is not excited because he won the game, but another answer that I dare not think about. Maybe it is what he said. Maybe he loves me to achieve his purpose.