Xu Yanfeng didn't take the water from the girls. His teammates threw a bottle to him. He raised his hand to catch it and raised it to the girls, indicating that he had water. His attitude was distant but polite.

Xia Xi did not miss this scene. The corners of her eyes and lips curved up. She felt a little happy in her heart, which she could not hide at all.

Zhao Lei also noticed it, crossed her legs, and commented sharply: "Well, that's a plus. He doesn't flirt with girls who like him, and gives them hope."

Before Xia Xi could respond, Zhao Lei changed the subject: "But I didn't flirt with you, and I didn't leave you any hope."

Xia Xi: "You don't need to say the last sentence."

In the rest area, Xu Yanfeng took a few sips of water, glanced at the audience in the stands, paused for two seconds at a certain point, stepped aside, tightened the bottle cap, put the water aside, and began to discuss tactics with his teammates.

The whistle blows and the break ends.

In the second half, Xu Yanfeng played very aggressively, completely disregarding the life and death of his opponents. He scored three points, two points, stole the ball, and dunked without taking a breath, and the scoreboard representing the Department of Architecture kept turning pages.

The blood on the field was boiling, and the stands were also cheering. The roof of the venue was about to be blown away by the waves of cheers that were getting louder and louder.

At the end of the game, the result was no surprise. Xu Yanfeng's team defeated their opponents with an overwhelming victory and won the championship title.

Like the silence after fireworks, as the game ended, the audience left in an orderly manner and the venue returned to its former desolate state.

Several players changed out of their sweat-soaked jerseys in the locker room, put on their own clothes, and walked out while reviewing the wonderful moments on the court and having a heated discussion.

I thought all the audience had left, but I didn't expect there was still one.

It was Xia Xi. She was standing on the empty court that had just experienced a fierce competition, clumsily hitting the basketball that had been left behind.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The basketball hit the ground, and the sound echoed in the empty stadium.

When Xu Yanfeng saw her, his steps obviously paused.

Xia Xi touched the tip of her injured foot to the ground, limping back beyond the three-point line, her gray skirt swaying gently as she walked. She clutched the basketball in both hands, turned her head to look at Xu Yanfeng, and the corners of her lips curled slightly. Clearly not intentionally seductive, her smile was nonetheless captivating.

"Xu Yanfeng, let's make a bet," she said. "If I can hit a three-pointer, will you add me on WeChat? If I lose, I won't harass you again."