He never thought he would know him until that afternoon, just because he looked at him a few more times in the crowd.
We don't know if the ball was caused by a slippery hand. I saw that the basketball had no intention of turning and kissed the back of someone's head.
"Patience, which thing doesn't have eyes? You're playing ball in the corridor," Jiang Xunyang scolded impatiently.
Yu Beilin took a big step over and pushed him against the wall. He raised his head and wanted to extinguish his momentum, but when he saw that face, he had another expression. His eyes were dull for a few seconds, and his mind wandered to outer space...
"Nervous bing" Jiang Xunyang finished speaking
All that is left of Yu Beilin is his back.
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