"Then remember to add my name every time you refuel." Fu Ci was satisfied after that, and did not forget to squeeze Qi Yan's face, "Okay, I'm going down, just wait for me."

Before the game started, he was still vaguely worried that Fu Ci would not cooperate with Yu Kaiji, but when it started, he realized that he was overthinking it.

Rao Shifuci was very hostile to Kaiji. When the two were on the same team, Fuci still gave full play to his position. He even shot the limelight several times, but he passed the ball to him. Yu Kaiji, let the protagonist of this farewell ball game become the real C position on the field.

At the end of the game, Fu Ci's team won the game without incident, playing cleanly and without losing the enjoyment.

There were warm cheers on the field, and Qi Yan also put down his brush, giving people applause.

He smiled and watched the players on the court celebrate each other. He lowered his head and checked the sketches he had just drawn. After confirming the feeling he wanted to express, he put the drawing board in his school bag, and then refined and colored it later. .

Just after zipping his schoolbag, he suddenly heard the voice of the girls in the back seat discussing.

"Wow wow, Yu Kaiji is so handsome, but he is about to undergo closed training soon, and it is estimated that he will rarely go back to school. I don't know when I will see him next time woo woo..."

"It's a pity that A is missing another handsome guy."

Several people sighed, and quickly cheered up, "But isn't Fu Ci still there? He was not compared by Yu Kaiji on the court just now. The two cooperated really well. Fu Ci took off at the end. The dunk is still on my heart as always!"

"Yes, yes, yes! As expected of the schoolgirl of A, playing stable! Love, love!"

Qi Yan listened to the praise from the back seat and the strong affection for Kui Ci in his tone, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was pressed down a little.

He has always known that Fu Ci is very dazzling, especially on the court. His outstanding appearance and superb skills have made him easily admired by many people, and the suitors are in an endless stream. He and Fu Ci are on the road. Those who come to stand in the way of confession, whether boys or girls.

Qi Yan looked at the tall figure with a bright smile on the field, high-five and hugged with his teammates, and suddenly and uncontrollably had some strange thoughts in his heart.

He didn't want others to see such a dazzling Fu Ci, and he didn't want them to pour that kind of hot, loving gaze on Fu Ci casually.

In the past, he never cared about these unstoppable little things, and he also knew that those audiences might just verbally express their current excitement, not necessarily how much they liked the deal.

But now, he just couldn't hold back the sourness in his heart.

Obviously, the speech belongs to him.

Qi Yan was immersed in his own thoughts, but he didn't realize when Fu Ci had come to him.

Fu Ci reached out and patted on top of his head, "Did I not have a bottle of water after I played?"

The eyes that just prayed seemed to be looking at him, but it didn't seem to be, and he didn't even notice when he came over.

Qi Yan retracted his thoughts, handed him a bottle of water, and said in a light tone, "Just finished playing, don't touch me."

"Hey..." Fu Ci rubbed his hair again after hearing this, "I washed my hands specially, do you still think I'm dirty?"

He didn't even bother to drink water, he leaned over and stared at Qi Yan, frowning: "Who messed with you?"

Why don't you look happy.

"No." Qi Yan subconsciously denied it, unscrewed the water in his hand and handed it to Fu Ci, "Don't you want water?"

Fu Ci was really thirsty after playing for so long. What's more, Qi Yan thoughtfully unscrewed the bottle cap for him. How could he have any reason not to drink? Squeeze it flat, raise your hand, and throw a perfect parabola into the trash can next to it. The movement is smooth and handsome.

With the crisp sound of the bottle falling into the trash can, Qi Yan could clearly hear the depressed and excited exclamation of the girls in the back seat.

Qi Yan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

But the next moment, his chin was lifted and scratched, "Why are you listless? Are you hungry? If you want to eat, I'll change clothes and take you there."

Qi Yan didn't know whether to be happy or helpless. Fu Ci didn't turn his eyes to the back seat at all. Rao was so many people watching him, but he only cared about his own emotions.

"I'm not hungry." Qi Yan replied.

Even so, Fu Ci still evoked his coat in Qi Yan's arms, skillfully took out a lemon candy from his pocket, peeled it off, and handed it to Qi Yan's lips: "Open your mouth."

If Fu Ci usually did this in public, Qi Yan would definitely avoid suspicion, but this time, he opened his mouth and ate the candy Fu Ci fed him.

Seeing that Qi Yan was so obedient, Fu Ci couldn't help pinching his cheeks that were bulging with sugar, "Looks like I'm really hungry, I'll take you to eat something delicious later."

Just after the game, he was actually sweating all the time, and everyone else had already gone to take a shower. Only Fu Ci saw that Qi Yan was in a wrong mood and came over quickly, but now it seems that there is nothing wrong.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and pulled up his hair to reveal his full forehead. His handsomeness was instantly magnified. His whole body was full of charm that could not be ignored. His eyes fell on Fu Ji.

Fu Ci didn't notice, he just wanted to wipe the sweat off his face, so as not to make Qi Yan feel uncomfortable.

Khan was just disobedient and dropped a drop down his chin.

Fu Ci snorted and subconsciously wanted to wipe it with his jersey, but as soon as he touched the hem of his clothes with his hands, he was held down.

"No!" The tone of prayer was unusually heavy.

Although the game is over, there are still many spectators in the stadium who have not left, so Fu Ci will not pay attention to the impact!

Seeing that Qi Yan glared at him angrily, Fu Ci was a little puzzled. Isn't it normal to wipe the sweat with his clothes?

Qi Yan didn't explain too much, and handed him the towel that had been prepared by the side, "Use this."