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Zou Weichen covered his head with his clothes. When Shan Yun took off the clothes on his head, Zou Weichen had already put on his jersey.

"You won't let others see it?" Shan Yun pouted and said disdainfully.

"I'm afraid you'll be jealous." Zou Weichen sat down, his hands on his waistband, and raised his eyes, "Do you want to see more?"

"What are you afraid of? I have everything you have. What's the difference?" Although Shan Yun said this, he still began to look around and took steps to pretend to visit the changing room.

"Let's go."

"Oh." Shan Yun turned around and thought to himself: Did you change so quickly? But he saw that the other person was still wearing his pants.

"I'm a germaphobe and I'm not used to wearing other people's pants. Anyway, they're sports pants."

Shan Yun put the clothes that Zou Weichen had taken off in his hands, thinking that if he didn't want to change them, then he didn't have to, so why bother telling him specifically.

Zou Weichen looked at the clothes in Shan Yun's hand. Shan Yun lowered his head and immediately responded, "You are a germaphobe. Your closet is not clean either. I'll help you get them."

The two of them left the changing room together. Zou Weichen pursed his lips and tried to hold back his laughter, while Shan Yun tilted his head, looking very confused.

"What are you trying to stop laughing at?"

Zou Weichen covered his mouth with his hands and turned his head to look away. "Just now in the dressing room, were you nervous when I told you to change your pants?"

"Wow, you didn't change your pants and you teased me on purpose." Shan Yun punched the other's shoulders twice.

"That's because you look expectant."

"Who's looking forward to it?" Two more hammers.

Zou Weichen finally laughed out loud, and the louder he laughed, the more he laughed. Shan Yun stood there, holding his breath, watching the other person laugh more and more wantonly.

He was indeed nervous and expectant just now, but he didn't expect Zou Weichen to be so receptive. The two of them could even talk about such an embarrassing thing so naturally.

Zou Weichen walked two steps with a smile, stopped laughing, and suddenly turned around.

Light was coming in from outside, and he was facing the light, so he couldn't see the expression or emotions on his face.

The corridor suddenly became quiet.

"You said you wanted to see me play basketball seriously for once, and I remember that."

Shan Yun remembered that night in front of the window, he asked Zou Weichen why he didn't join the basketball team. Zou Weichen explained that it was because of studying and he had never played a good game of basketball, and he didn't dare to let go and play a game of basketball because of studying. Shan Yun made a joke at the time, saying that he just wanted to see Zou Weichen play a game of basketball seriously.

I didn't expect the other party still remembered it.

"But don't expect too much. My skills aren't that great. I finally got a chance to play, and with people watching, I wanted to show off."

"What's going on in your mind?"

Shan Yun sighed, stepped forward, grabbed Zou Weichen's arm, and raised his eyes, hoping that in this dim corridor, the other party could see his current expression clearly.

He had a lot to say. He wanted to say that your handsomeness is not limited to the court. When you are studying or daydreaming, as long as you stand there, you are already handsome.

The two of them just stared at each other, one eager to say something, the other looking forward to hearing something.

"Come on. More!" Shan Yun raised his hand, hooked the other person's neck, pulled it down, and put his lips to the other person's ear.

"Listen carefully, I don't want you to get hurt." After saying that, he hugged the other person's neck tightly with both hands and buried his face in the other person's neck.

Zou Weichen stood still, and until Shan Yun let go of his hand, he still maintained his original posture with his head lowered.

Shan Yun felt embarrassed instead and quickened his pace to walk ahead.

He didn't know if his action would scare the other person, but he wanted to act impulsively at that moment, and hugging was the most restrained way for him.

"Wait for me." Zou Weichen chased after him, "Why are you running?"

"I didn't run!"

"Okay, I didn't run away. Then why are you blushing?"

"Why am I blushing? That dressing room is so stuffy. So stuffy."

"Okay, I believe you." Zou Weichen smiled and raised his hand to rub Shan Yun's hair, then he put his arm around her shoulders, put his hand on the back of her neck and rubbed it hard.

Shan Yun was so embarrassed that he couldn't raise his head.

When the two returned to the stadium, Shan Yun returned to Jixiang's side, while Zou Weichen went directly to the rest area.

"Wow, Young Master Yun, what did you do to make your face so red?" Jixiang couldn't help but point at Shan Yun when he saw him, but when he saw the clothes in Shan Yun's hands, he covered his mouth.

Shan Yun slapped Jixiang's hand away and sat down pretending to be calm.

"Yeah, where did you go? To the bathroom?" Jiang Zhe was lying on the railing talking to Jixiang. When he saw Shan Yun coming back, he asked a question as well. Then he saw Zou Weichen, "Brother Chen, why don't you change your pants?"

Zou Weichen smiled and said it was not necessary, then looked at Shan Yun, and when he saw the other party hook his hand, he obediently walked to the railing and stood against it.

Shan Yun stood up and squatted beside the railing, rubbing Zou Weichen's shoulders and back.

Jiang Zhe looked at the two people in disbelief, then turned to Jixiang, "Brother Chen seems to be in a good mood."

Seeing that Jixiang was puzzled, Jiang Zhe added, "He smiled again, which was rare, and allowed Ayun to torment him."

Jixiang shrugged his shoulders to show that he was used to it.

"Brother Chen, I believe in you and you can lead us to surpass them." Jiang Zhe also followed Shan Yun to rub Zou Weichen's shoulders.

"I haven't played basketball for a long time. I just want to help you guys."

Zhao Xin, who had been sitting on the bench, suddenly slapped the basketball. The ball flew, bounced on the ground several times, and finally rolled towards the court.

Everyone looked at him, except Shan Yun and Zou Weichen, who were puzzled. Jiang Zhe's face darkened, "Axin, I said the overall situation is more important."

"He was reading even during PE class. He also admitted that he hadn't played for a long time and if he didn't play well on the court, he would be a burden..."

"Didn't I just say that?"

"Originally, this game didn't need to be played because of him. You vented your anger on his behalf, but your teammate got hurt."

"Stop talking, Xin." Yang Xiu pulled Zhao Xin's arm, "Brother Zhe also asked us if we didn't want to come, but we all came, not only because of the team, but also because you and I both want to have a fight."

"I don't believe him!"

"Zhao Xin!" Jiang Zhe interrupted him. He had been trying to suppress his temper when he reminded him just now, but this time he was really angry.

Zhao Xin looked at Jiang Zhe in disbelief, and finally sat down on the bench without saying another word.

Shan Yun supported half of his face with one hand and looked at Zhao Xin leisurely, "Are you so angry? It seems that you had already quarreled before we came back. Don't you trust us so much?"

"I..." Zhao Xin looked up at a few people, held his head with both hands, and grabbed a few handfuls of hair.

"I know this game is very important to you. You don't want Azhe to lose to them." Zou Weichen lowered his eyes and glanced at his jersey. "Me too."

The referee blew the whistle, and the other team couldn't wait to get on the court. Zou Weichen was about to take a step, but Shan Yun pulled him back, "Remember what I said."

Seeing Zou Weichen nod, he turned to Jiang Zhe and pointed at him, saying, "Promise me first that no one else will get hurt. Otherwise, don't blame me for turning my back on you."

Jiang Zhe smacked his lips, patted his chest, and promised solemnly. Then he put his arm around Zou Weichen's shoulders and went on stage.

Shan Yun glanced at Wang Peng, who was looking very proud on the court, and the muscular guy beside him before returning to his seat.

The game started off well, with both teams catching up with each other and the scores were almost the same.

It's no wonder that Wang Peng is undefeated. It also proves that the basketball club has a certain teaching ability. He can really defend two people by himself.

Zou Weichen had just come on the court and was still adapting to the feel of the ball and the team's playing style. He basically just cooperated and passed the ball.

However, Jiang Zhe finally released his previous tense emotions, gradually relaxed, and showed his normal state.

Shan Yun folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the chair, his eyes following the young man in long sports pants the whole time, but the two sentences Zou Weichen said kept appearing in his mind.

"You said you wanted to see me play basketball seriously for once, I remember that."

"Someone is watching me, so I want to act cooler."

His ears turned red unconsciously, his heart was beating hard, his eyes couldn't leave that figure, and that throbbing feeling reappeared.

An impulse arises in my heart, an impulse to say a lot to the other person, an impulse to express my emotions loudly to the other person.

Zou Weichen on the court wiped the sweat from his forehead, and while Wang Peng was dribbling towards the basket, he ran towards Jiang Zhe, said, "Let's run in two directions," and ran to the left court.

Jiang Zhe quickly understood and ran to the right.

Zhao Xin dribbled the ball to the midfield, received Jiang Zhe's eye signal, and passed the ball to Jiang Zhe without hesitation. Wang Peng followed the ball and defended Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe dribbled the ball with both hands, chuckled, turned around and jumped as if he was going to shoot. Wang Peng, not to be outdone, also jumped.

"Actually, this is a three-pointer."

Jiang Zhe said this with a smile, and Wang Peng reacted immediately and turned around to look for Zou Weichen.

Jiang Zhe did not hesitate to throw the ball to Zou Weichen who was waiting outside the three-point line. Wang Peng ran over before he could even land and shouted, "Dahei, hold him."

But the big guy was also under the basket. Seeing the situation, he ran towards Zou Weichen, but it was too late.

Zou Weichen raised his hands immediately after receiving the ball, his eyes moving back and forth between the ball and the basket, and threw it forward, hitting the center of the basket.

A perfect three-pointer.

"Wow, good shot!" Jixiang stood up excitedly.

Zou Weichen stopped his action, turned around and looked at the audience, blinked, and then returned to defense.

Shan Yun loosened his hands, leaned on both sides of the seat, leaned forward slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Wei Chen can actually act cool now." Jixiang said as he sat down, not forgetting to nudge Shan Yun with his elbow and smile meaningfully.

"He's just being conceited. He has to calculate the distance and the posture before shooting a three-pointer." Shan Yun leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

Zou Weichen and Jiang Zhe were on the other side of the court, passing the ball to each other. Wang Peng didn't know who to block for a moment, and Jiang Zhe scored another three-pointer.

But this strategy didn't last long.

Wang Peng made a gesture and the big guy immediately changed his defender to defend Zou Weichen.

Moreover, the six consecutive points seemed to annoy the big guy, and he frequently used his body to defend. Although Zou Weichen had practiced this technique, his strength was still far behind his opponent.

The advantage returned to Wang Peng.

Wang Peng also put away his contemptuous attitude and scored five points in a row.

Shan Yun had unknowingly leaned forward, holding onto the railings with both hands, his eyes fixed on every move on the court.

The last two minutes.