As Su Sanshui scored more and more points, Feng Xixue's face became more and more ugly.
Although Su Sanshui was a teacher and it was understandable that he could win against his own students, Feng Xixue didn't think so.
1:12.
These numbers weigh heavily on the hearts of all the students in Class 2, Grade 3.
But there was no trace of panic on Feng Xixue's face, and she was so calm that Su Sanshui felt a little scared.
There are thirty seconds left.
Feng Xixue mustered up all her energy in the next round, took the opportunity, and took the basketball into her own hands.
She pretended to aim at the basketball, but secretly focused her gaze on Su Sanshui, who was not far away from her.
The brown-red ball was in her hand, and with a slight exertion of her white fingers, the basketball was released. Her watery eyes flashed with a thick cold light.
Su Sanshui felt a terrifying cold air surge from behind.
The ball broke through the air, and Su Sanshui zoomed in front of his eyes as fast as lightning, and even the air around it seemed to be rolled into a waterfall shape.
"Crash!" There was a dull collision sound.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
If the wind hadn't blown the withered branches nearby, everyone would have thought that time had stopped at this moment.
The basketball fell from Su Sanshui's face. Su Sanshui covered her hit face, cowered her short body, and squatted on the ground.
No one saw her expression, but from her trembling shoulders, it was clear that this big girl must be in pain right now.
Su Sanshui felt overwhelming pain, and the hand covering her face felt a stream of liquid.
When I opened my hands, I saw they were covered in blood.
That bright red liquid in the white winter.
It penetrated deeply into Su Sanshui's eyes, and also caused small screams from Class 2, Grade 3.
teacher.
Nosebleed!
Everyone surrounded Su Sanshui. Some students wanted to take the teacher to the infirmary, but looking at Feng Xixue with a cold face, they did not dare to speak.
"Teacher." Feng Xixue stood next to Su Sanshui, with a cold and beautiful face. "You win."
you win.
Three short words.
He didn't show any signs of Su Sanshui's injury.
What an indifferent human nature.
Su Sanshui squinted his eyes and saw Feng Xixue's eyes, filled with unconcealable pride amidst the strong smell of blood.
Her goal was not to win the game from the beginning, not from the beginning.
Su Sanshui's nosebleeds were still bleeding. She swore that if her proud high bridge of nose were to end, she would let a potato crush this little girl to death.
"Teacher, are you okay?" Finally, a classmate came to care about her.
Su Sanshui shook his head and said it was okay.
But because her nosebleed was too severe, a few more drops flowed out, and they dripped on the ground, where small red flowers bloomed.
She stood up, raising her head as usual and pointing her nose in the sky, wondering whether she should wash away the blood on her face.
Suddenly there was a hand behind Su Sanshui holding the back of her head, causing her raised head to lower again.
The hand was very warm. The owner of the hand said softly from behind Su Sanshui: "Don't raise your head, it will easily cause nosebleeds to flow into the respiratory tract. I will take you to the infirmary."
That nice voice, clear and pleasant.
She looked at the handsome man behind her, and his facial features changed from blurry to clear.
Su Sanshui was stunned. She didn't know why An Jingran suddenly appeared.
But when An Jingran met Su Sanshui's gaze, her eyebrows were as clean as the moon, not stained by a trace of dust.
The sun was dancing on his face, like a prince walking out of a fairy tale. It was the only warmth in this winter.
The prince who came to save Cinderella was Su Sanshui.
Luoluo RN original debut
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