Chapter 97: Possessed by the Declining God: Yue Shang VS Shan Lu
He is a little smaller than me, wearing a relaxed casual outfit, with refreshing broken hair, exquisite facial features, and big round eyes looking at me cautiously with a bit of hostility. That feeling reminds me of a stray cat on the street.
, fear, stubbornness, resistance
"Hello, my name is Han Qing." I awkwardly adjusted my cracked white-rimmed glasses and nodded politely to the girl with broken hair in front of me.
Minister? Is she really a minister? Questionable
The girl didn't answer, she still looked at me defensively, coldly rejecting me thousands of miles away
"Hey, are you still in the North Country? Each one looks like an Antarctic penguin. (Sixteen: Penguins...immigrated? Penguins from the North Country? A certain Qing: Ahem--) It's really annoying. Why do you look like bandits?
Look at me the same way, even though you look a little embarrassed, but you don't have to look at me with such fearful eyes!" I patted my butt, sat on the stool carefree, and crossed my legs in an 'elegant' way.
"Are you Yu's friend? Sorry, Wei is not used to strangers." A magnetic male voice sounded behind me.
Wow... I quickly adjusted my glasses, fearing that they might fall off accidentally.
White and blue jersey, wheat-colored skin, well-defined lines, and a pair of talking eyes
"It doesn't matter!" I bounced up on the stool, wiped a handful of saliva, and stared blankly at the handsome guy in front of me.
'call out--'
"Leng Yu Pavilion...look here...ah!"
"Ji Feng, so handsome!..."
A collective whistle made the crowd in the auditorium even more excited, and both boys and girls screamed hard.
Yueshang vs Shanlu
"Is your name Wei? What a nice name!"
"Did your mother pick it up for you? Or dad?"
"Are you better at basketball than the cold ice sculpture? Are you really a minister?"
Sitting in my seat, I started my bullshit skills again, bombarding Wei who was carefully collecting the data of the players on the field.
I really wonder if it’s time for me to take Ba Xiaogua’s seat.
"Ah! Yu is so handsome..."
Another beautiful three-pointer from outside the line
"Why do we need to keep records! Ninety-two to twenty, do you still want to watch this kind of game? You will win for sure!"
The answer to me is still the black line of silence
Alas! Forget it, save your saliva! I shut up and watched the events on the field quietly.
Ji Feng gets the ball, passes the ball, Leng Yuge jumps, catches it, snaps, turns around, dunks, scores... over and over again, all in one go.
Isn’t winning or losing already in front of you?
(If there is no murder or arson on the 16th, it is guaranteed to be updated every day. As for the number of updates, it depends on the time and motivation)——