He Lin paused for a moment, then smiled brightly.
After the serve was restarted, he dribbled the ball slowly toward the opponent's half of the court.
…
"...So fast."
Chen Wei couldn't help but marvel at Qiu Cifeng's actions just now.
His basketball skills aren't great, but he can still play, and he understands better than viewers who just enjoy watching for fun how much skill Qiu Cifeng's smooth and fluid moves truly possess.
Experts see the details, while laymen just watch the spectacle—even Wen Yuan, a layman, was somewhat dumbfounded by what he saw.
Pan Pan looked around and saw Lu Yibei sitting on the bench.
Her eyebrows immediately furrowed in anger.
Surprisingly, none of the top performers from her Ancient Style Society made their debut!
What the basketball team is doing?!
And you're sitting with a cripple—Cheng Mingli, you're crippled, but my brother Bei isn't.
Taking advantage of Wen Yuan's momentary daze, Pan Pan slid down, dodging his control.
Then, he crouched down, intending to sneak over and question her.
But they soon stopped.
"Warmth Source—"
Pan Pan yelled in a hoarse voice, "Take your stinky hands off my belt..."
"No."
Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Try walking again."
“If I walk any further, my belt will come off and my clothes will fall apart!” Pan Pan said.
Wen Yuan replied lazily, "Yeah."
Pan Pan was furious: "How could I have recruited such a bastard as you as a junior!"
Wen Yuan smiled faintly: "It shows that you are wise, senior—the competition has started, and it would be a foul for you to enter the field now."
Pan Pan: "I wasn't planning on going to the court. I just wanted to go to Qiao Sinian's place to ask what was going on!"
The cheerleaders reappeared after halftime. Now that Qiao Sinian has returned to the stands, Pan Pan just saw her sitting with Ji Qingqian and the others.
Outsiders like them don't really know much about the basketball team.
But Qiao Sinian must know about their arrangements.
She is my wife.
“Okay, let’s go together,” Wen Yuan said.
“…Let me go first,” Pan Pan said.
"No."
Are you walking your dog?
"Say it twice?"
Amidst the laughter, Wen Yuan let out another howl: "Stepping on my toes... despicable!"
Pan Pan smiled and said, "That sounds quite nice."
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