Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 72
Jiujiu took the soda in his hand and nodded.

The weather was too hot, and sweat dripped down the young man's forehead frequently. Lan Zhongwen was preparing to warm up and jump. His short hair was flowing and flying, and his sharp features were twisted slightly. He was obviously afraid of heat.

The sun outside was scorching, and the boy cursed in a low voice.

In this horrible weather, I was sweating before the game started.

Jiujiu didn't know what was going on with him, so he lost his eyes when he looked at it, and took out a towel to help him wipe his sweat.

In an instant, the boy's suspicious eyes changed back, but Jiujiu didn't hide, and wiped his own face, muttering, "I'm sweating all over, it stinks to death."

"I'll wash it when I get back." The boy didn't hide, he moved his handsome face closer, his eyes burning with a smile.

Ninety-nine smiles, eyes as calm as the sea raised up, and instantly fell into the pupils of a young man like Jue.The boy was also taken aback, and almost at the same time, his lips fell on hers.

Everything happens between lightning and flint.

Jiujiu's eyes darkened, before he could react, his lips were pressed by a soft thing.

The brain snapped into pieces.

Everything around them became blurred shadows, only the two of them stood between the sky and the earth, their lips and tongues intertwined, and their colors were bright.

How is this going? !
It was already 5 minutes before Jiujiu regained his sanity.

The young man's nose was pressed against hers, and seeing her stunned, obviously not recovering from the kiss, Lan Zhongwen frowned slightly, and lightly bit her lower lip as a mischief.

Jiujiu was in pain, the boy had already run away, and there was a burst of laughter in his ears, which was extremely sweet, "Jiujiu, I'm going to the competition, remember to bring me water later, I want cold boiled water."

Jiujiu's face turned completely red.

What was the soft touch on the lips just now, like fudge, slightly cool but soft?
his lips?
He kissed her?

Ahhhhh!
This is my first kiss!

At the end of the waiting chair is the locker room of the basketball club. The long shadow is cast on the wall by the sunlight, casting a beautiful and lonely silhouette.His eyelashes are very long, like two small fans, they are slowly lifted up, and the two black eyes seem to be hidden in the mist, mysterious and weird.

The basketball game lasts for four 10 minutes.

Both sides hang up the scoreboard and the game officially begins.

As soon as the whistle blew, the scene burst into sparks, the first grader was the main attacker, and the second grader was defending.

For the seniors of the sophomore team, the first team knows it well and hates it deeply. This team is not playing basketball with you, but exhausting you.

Constantly delaying time by means of timeouts and fouls, and even uttering bad words, the purpose is to disturb you.

When you meet them, you don't want to play a hearty game.But it's not a solution to consume it. Lan Zhongwen is the captain, and he gestured to the team members to change tactics.

I saw him bypassing the defender from the three-point line, rushing under the backboard, leaping vigorously, raising his right hand high and dunking the basketball in his hand.Two enemy players immediately stepped forward to intercept him. He dribbled the ball with his left and right hands alternately, dodged around, turned around and threw away the defenders, and rushed to the enemy's position.

A defensive player stepped forward to intercept, but he bypassed it with a lunge, took three big steps, and poured the basketball into the hoop with a "swipe".

The audience burst into thunderous applause.

All the team members were encouraged to attack fiercely. The seniors in the second year of high school were thrown into disarray by the sudden attack. If you come and go, the score will be pulled out.

Before the end of the second quarter, the first class of senior high school had already led by more than [-] points. The second class of senior high school saw that the score was getting bigger and bigger, so they also changed their tactics.

Lan Zhongwen is the center forward, the hub of the whole team. He dribbled the ball like a breeze. When he ran into the enemy camp for a layup, a big guy from the enemy pushed him down first. He stepped on his leg hard, and then immediately jumped away. Lan Zhongwen felt a dull pain in his calf and couldn't stand up.

These bastards.

Qiao Mo was standing behind Lan Zhongwen just now, and he could see clearly that the second class of high school knew that he was going to lose, so he came to Yin and severely injured Lan Zhongwen, the main force of their side, to avenge his personal revenge.

With fire in his eyes, he rushed forward and picked up the other party's collar.

The physical education teacher blew the whistle for timeout, "Qiao Mo, what are you doing? Go back to your camp!"

Qiao Mo turned a deaf ear.

"Qiao Mo." Lan Zhongwen called him in the distance, his voice was light, but there was a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

He had no choice but to let go and go back angrily.

The physical education teacher squatted down to check. Lan Zhongwen's whole leg was bruised and his face was pale. It was impossible to continue the game. He said in a calm voice, "Zhongwen, you performed very well just now, but you can't continue now. It's game."

Qiao Mo gritted his teeth, "Squad leader, those bastards..."

"I understand." Lan Zhongwen interrupted him at the right time, glanced at the enemy team, then at Wei Beibei, and gently told Qiao Mo, "Injuries are inevitable in the game. Give it to you, defend well, and they will lose."

Qiao Mo nodded heavily.

And the whole thing, Wei Beibei didn't say a word, and the two black eyes were strange and deep.He used to be the team's small forward, and his purpose was to score and score, but today he seems to be out of shape, or he is deliberately trying to lose, or he is deliberately not shooting, so as to distract the enemy's attention. Lead to Lan Zhongwen.

When Lan Zhongwen was carried into the lounge, Jiujiu was in a daze. Seeing him sitting on the shoulder bag, he was so startled that the soda in his hand fell to the ground, and he ran up, "Lan Huaer, what's wrong with you?"

"Squad leader was bullied by the other party." Zhan Chen kept his tone and told Jiujiu what happened just now.

Jiujiu bit her lip, and lowered her head to check his injury. His long legs with distinct texture were bruised. When he pressed lightly with his hand, Lan Zhongwen frowned, obviously in excruciating pain.

Jiujiu immediately withdrew his hand, and asked distressedly, "Does it hurt?"

Lan Zhongwen shook his head slightly, "It's okay, just rub some medicinal wine under the ice compress and it will be fine."

"Let's go to the hospital. The wound looks too serious."

Lan Zhongwen just smiled and said nothing, Jiujiu shouted to go immediately, so he had to compromise.

(End of this chapter)