Seeing that bullet screen, Yan Zhiyu lowered her eyes.

When she looked at the camera again, she had sorted out her emotions and smiled, "So, what do you want to see? You can tell me now by leaving a message! Like I just said, I will try my best to arrange whatever you want to see!"

Fans launched a barrage of comments, saying all kinds of things.

After watching for a long time, Yan Zhiyu decided to broadcast the most popular shot first.

She found a deserted gymnasium nearby, set up the camcorder with a stand, and started the live broadcast of her basketball performance.

At the request of fans, she tried long-distance shots, shots with her back to the basket, ground shots, and even tried to shoot with her feet, using all kinds of tricks...

After live streaming for two full hours, the fans who were still reluctant to leave said goodbye.

"Today's live broadcast ends here. See you tomorrow!"

After turning off the live broadcast, Yan Zhiyu planned to pack up and go home, but she found that the basketball was missing.

Oops, this will cost you money!

Although the Yan family had a lot of money, the original owner still had a lot of pocket money in the card, but he should save where he could and spend where he could.

What's more, she was not a member of the Yan family. She was not even a fake daughter. She had no confidence to spend the money. It was better for her to save as much as possible.

As she was searching all over the court, the basketball suddenly bounced in front of her.

Yan Zhiyu subconsciously reached out to catch it.

Great, found it!

But wait...

It seems like she is the only one on the basketball court?

Yan Zhiyu's body suddenly froze.

She suddenly thought of something that happened in the end of the world.

I can't remember when she came to the abandoned training base, saw a football, and started kicking it for a while. As a result, the ball was kicked back.

She looked up and saw a zombie opposite her, tilting its head and looking at her.

The zombie was still wearing a soccer jersey and soccer shoes. It looked like he was a soccer player in his lifetime. Even after becoming a zombie, he still had the instinct to play soccer.

There is a hint of sadness in the horror, and a hint of humor in the sadness.

But this is not the end of the world, there will definitely be no zombies, so that ball...

Yan Zhiyu raised her head and looked in the direction the ball came from——

The man in the wheelchair was looking at her quietly.

It turned out to be 躗展.

Yan Zhiyu: “.”

Two embarrassing memories of social death hit her at the same time.

Yan Zhiyu shook her head, trying hard to forget the scene of herself carrying a wheelchair to Ruizhan, and the scene of French fries hanging on Ruizhan's head.

As long as she is not embarrassed, no one will be embarrassed!

The next second, they both spoke at the same time.

"Just now, the ball rolled under 놖's feet."

"I didn't expect you to be here too. It seems like we two are quite compatible."

Yan Zhiyu shook the basketball in her mouth and frowned.

"Thank you!"

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door.

As he walked, he smacked the basketball in his pocket, making a "bang bang bang" sound on the plastic floor. He was happily humming a tuneless song, and the sounds of smacking the ball mixed in with the other sounds.

Looking at that cheerful figure, Ruizhan stopped turning the Buddhist beads.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his legs, the emotions in his eyes were unclear.

Just as the man was about to reach the door——

"Wait a moment--"

Yan Zhiyu turned around upon hearing the voice, swiftly picked up the ball in the air, and looked over here.

"Zhan, what's the matter?"