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Jingyun No.11 Middle School Two waves of people faced each other across the net on the court, and the atmosphere was tense. To be more precise, it was the two leaders who kept shooting cold arrows, refusing to give in to the other. There were more than a dozen volleyball courts in the huge arena, but they were fighting over this one. "Brother You, you know the Yusheng layer." Xue Qi whispered. "Enemy." Cheng You wiped his face with a towel and raised his hair on his forehead. He didn't bother to say another word to that idiot, so he turned around and walked to the next venue. Yu Shengping sneered from behind, "Don't you think so? Is it possible that you will become enemies after losing once? If that's true..." He walked over, his eyes full of provocation: "You can have a mountain of enemies." Before he finished speaking, a volleyball flew straight towards his face. He stretched out his hand to stop it. As he wished, he saw Cheng You's angry face, and he felt relieved. As long as I see you having a hard time, I will feel better. But there are two people who just don't like each other. One secretly asks someone about their class schedule, and the other secretly stuffs snacks and love letters into his private cabinet. The enemy became jealous for a moment? Lover blushes? ? Xue Qi, who watched his brother You go from rejecting the friend request to becoming the number one attacker in the world of Yubaobao, was amazed by Xue Qi, who shyly greeted him and had three meals a day. One day, after learning a jaw-dropping piece of gossip, I even felt a chill. Intention: intention