Small theater:
"Senior, can I call you Brother Yu?"
Zhou Changyu didn't speak, just frowned slightly, and the annoyance in his eyes was even worse.
"Senior, I heard that you are the top student in our school and a master of e-sports. I admire you so much! Can you teach me how to play games?"
Qiao Li completely ignored Zhou Changyu's indifference and kept talking to himself, his tone full of expectation and admiration.
"Don't teach." Zhou Changyu uttered two words coldly, then ignored Qiao Li, lowered his head and continued reading.
"Brother Yu, just teach me. I really want to learn! I promise, I will study hard and never embarrass you!"
There was a hint of coquettishness in Qiao Li's voice.
He reached out and pulled the corner of Zhou Changyu's clothes, and looked at him pitifully with a pair of big watery eyes, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.
Zhou Changyu hated people touching him the most. He slammed Qiao Li's hand away, looked at him displeased, and said in a cold tone, "Stay away from me."
Qiao Li's hand froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He bit his lip, his eyes were slightly red, as if he was about to cry in the next second.
However, at this moment, a basketball suddenly flew from a distance and hit Qiao Li.
"Be careful!"
Zhou Changyu's pupils shrank, and without thinking, he reached out and pulled Qiao Li into his arms. The basketball flew past his arm and hit the ground heavily.
The loud "bang" sound was particularly harsh in the quiet campus.
Qiao Li's whole body was held tightly in Zhou Changyu's arms, and his warm breath sprayed on his ears, with a faint mint aroma, which made his heart beat faster and a blush appeared on his cheeks involuntarily.
"Are you okay?"
Zhou Changyu's deep voice came from above his head, with a hint of imperceptible concern.
Intention: Love yourself
