Ji Muhan's ball-stealing and shooting accuracy is 100%.
Is he using cheat codes?
I've never seen him work this hard before. Besides, isn't this just for fun? Why is he taking it so seriously?
Originally, he and Shen Shaolin were on one side, while Ji Muhan was on the other. He felt a little embarrassed, since it seemed like he was bullying someone. But now it seems, who is bullying whom?
Couldn't you at least give them some face? There was at least one girl sitting there. Is it really okay to just unilaterally crush them like that?
All friends...
Mo Xiaoqing, watching from the sidelines, was completely mesmerized. Every shot and every move Ji Muhan made stirred Mo Xiaoqing's heart, making her heart race whenever she saw Ji Muhan, and she was now almost breathless.
Even a fleeting glance from him was enough to excite her.
He was like a gust of wind, sweeping away victory and capturing all of Mo Xiaoqing's attention. On this field, he was king, radiating such brilliance that no one wanted to look away from him.
"Go Hanhan!"
"Hanhan, you're amazing! Keep it up!"
Upon hearing Mo Xiaoqing's words, Ji Muhan paused, but outwardly showed no sign of anything amiss.
On the field, Qi Benyu's unwillingness to admit defeat grew stronger after being provoked by Ji Muhan. He suffered repeated defeats, but became more courageous with each setback.
Shen Shaolin had no masochistic tendencies. Since he couldn't get the ball from Ji Muhan anyway, he simply left the field and strode over to sit down next to Mo Xiaoqing.
Looking at Ji Muhan on the field with stars in her eyes, her pretty face was now sparkling with excitement, her eyes less mischievous and more radiant than usual.
It looks even better now...
He lazily placed his hand on the back of Mo Xiaoqing's chair, turned to the side, and looked at Mo Xiaoqing with a bored expression.
Suddenly, I realized that although the little girl had a baby face, her features were very delicate. Her fair and smooth face seemed to be without makeup, and she had no acne or blemishes.
Her little cheeks look so cute that you just want to pinch them.
This is to prove whether the feel when you squeeze it is as good as it looks.
The little girl didn't like Mu Han at all, but the burning adoration in her eyes was undeniable.
In reality, many things in their circle are fake, many things are unrealistic expectations—the bond between father and son, the affection between husband and wife…
Many couples who appear to have a good relationship on the outside are just putting on an act. They may seem very loving in public, but once they return to reality, the man may have a mistress while the woman seeks excitement elsewhere.
In fact, this kind of thing is commonplace in their circle. Many wealthy families that appear glamorous on the outside have more and more shady dealings behind their backs. Such things are actually quite common, but people in the circle just keep them a secret.
In contrast, he had always envied Ji Muhan since he was a child. Although Ji Muhan lost both his parents at a young age, at least he was free.
No one can stop him from doing what he wants, nor will anyone try to stop him.
It should even be said that most people in this circle, while possessing immense wealth, must also give up their most precious possessions.
And he was just one of them.
Such pure love is the most enviable and enviable...
This cycle continued for an unknown period of time—
Qi Benyu finally collapsed onto the basketball court, completely exhausted, panting heavily, and waved his hand in surrender.
"I'm not coming, I'm not coming."
"Mu Han, are you possessed?"
I just wanted to relax a bit, plus we didn't get together properly yesterday.
Ji Muhan has such strong moral principles that she usually doesn't stay long at bars. Yesterday was even worse; she sat down, barely said a few words, went to the bathroom, and then wanted to leave...
He couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake in inviting him to play basketball today. It was like they were just there to unilaterally torment him.
Ji Muhan glanced coolly at the person sitting on the ground who had no regard for his image.
That look, which seemed to say "Could you be any dumber?", would have made Qi Benyu furious under normal circumstances. But now, even if he wanted to, he didn't have the energy, so he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to Ji Muhan's disdainful gaze.
Since he can't beat him anyway, why bother making things difficult for himself...
Ji Muhan strode to her seat in the audience, which was now empty.
Mo Xiaoqing, who had been sitting there, was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes flickered involuntarily, but...
"Mu Han, you're not playing so seriously because you're upset about Qi Benyu harassing Mo Mo, are you?" Shen Shaolin raised an eyebrow, feeling that he had a vague idea of why Ji Mu Han was behaving so strangely.
Ji Muhan leaned back lazily in her chair, closed her eyes to rest, and looked exhausted.
"Are you unhappy?" Shen Shaolin looked at him with some surprise.
"I just suddenly felt like playing ball," Ji Muhan interrupted his guess casually.
“But I feel the timing is a bit delicate. You can’t blame me for misunderstanding, after all, anyone would be tempted to connect the two.” Shen Shaolin chuckled.
Ji Muhan listened with calm and indifferent eyes, and did not reply.
"Don't you want to know where Momo went?" Shen Shaolin couldn't help but tease him further.
"Shut up." Ji Muhan kept his eyes closed, but his slightly furrowed brows showed his impatience. Perhaps feeling that wasn't enough, he added, "You're noisy."
It had been nagging incessantly in his ear since just now, tormenting his ears.
Just like Mo Xiaoqing, who suddenly appeared by his side, she was constantly tormenting his ears and his nerves.
For him, it would be better for Mo Xiaoqing to leave.
“Heh~” Shen Shaolin raised an eyebrow.
He seemed to be able to see Ji Muhan getting slapped in the face in the not-too-distant future.
I wonder if he'll look this calm then? He seems increasingly impatient...
When Mo Xiaoqing returned, she brought several bottles of water and placed them all in front of Ji Muhan, ignoring the other two people.
"Hanhan, are you thirsty?" Mo Xiaoqing took out a bottle of Yibao water.
"..." This time, Ji Muhan did not refuse.
"Thanks."
Mo Xiaoqing was pleasantly surprised, "No need."
She even wondered if she had masochistic tendencies. When Ji Muhan spoke coldly to her, she didn't feel anything.
But Ji Muhan's tone suddenly softened, and she only thanked her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
“Little darling, we’re thirsty too.” Qi Benyu, not wanting to be left out, looked at her with a deep gaze. Seeing that she treated them like they didn’t exist, he couldn’t help but want to break the awkward atmosphere between them and interrupt.
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