After dunking the ball firmly, An Ran flew towards Duan Ke under the tree. The cracks on the cement floor spread like earthworms, and like the rust on the basketball hoop, there is a mottled atmosphere everywhere. An Ran stood in front of him, her heart beating much faster than before. The hair beside her ears was also flying gently, shrouded in the halo of the setting sun, making her weak and helpless. Duan Ke locked his eyes with her, raised his thin lips and sneered. He paused for two seconds, then licked his back teeth and concluded: "You like me."