Fu Ci was about to pick it up, when Yu Guang suddenly saw Yu Kaiji walking towards them, he stopped raising his hand, leaned over and leaned in front of Qi Yan, smiling, "You wipe me, I just hit I'm so tired after the game."

Qi Yan glanced at him inexplicably. Wasn't this person too strong to squeeze the mineral water bottle just now?

However, when he saw the beads of sweat on Fu Ci's face, he subconsciously raised the towel for others to wipe it clean, and Fu Ci cooperated with his face sideways and raised his neck, "We also need to wipe here."

When Yu Kaiji came over, this was what he saw.

The handsome-looking boy in the seat held a white towel and raised his hand to wipe the sweat on the neck of the person in front of him. It was clearly a gesture of intimacy, but it was extremely natural for him to do it.

Fu Ci, on the other hand, squinted his eyes and looked at him over Qi Yan's head, with a little smugness in his eyes and a faint warning.

Yu Kaiji walked slowly, but still walked towards the two of them and called out, "Prayer."

Qi Yan heard Yu Kaiji's voice and turned his head, "Hello."

The estranged and awkward conversation between the two made Fu Ci hook his lips with satisfaction, took the towel from Qi Yan's hand, put it on his head and wiped it, and then pretended to inadvertently stand in front of Qi Yan, " Why is the captain here? Why don't you take a shower? Is there too many people, there should be room now."

He said that he hugged Yu Kaiji's shoulders like two brothers, and dragged him to the shower room, "Let's go to the former captain, I'll find a good place for you."

After speaking, he did not forget to wink at the prayer behind him, motioning for him to wait.

Seeing that Yu Kaiji was almost dragged away by Fu Jisheng, Qi Yan couldn't help smiling.

Vinegar bag.

Fu Ci hurriedly took a shower and left the gym with prayers.

He casually put on his coat, and after being said twice by Qi Yan, he reluctantly buttoned it up, "You haven't told me whether I'm handsome today!"

"I made a couple of 3-pointers and the last dunk, and I heard the cheers on the court."

Fu Ci was in high spirits and was quite proud in his words.

Qi Yan said casually: "Well, very handsome."

For the last dunk, he almost burst his eardrums by the screams of the girls in the back seat.

Fu Ci heard the perfunctory tone of Qi Yan, and his face collapsed, but he felt that Qi Yan seemed to be very quiet today, and the disappointment was diluted by worry, "What's the matter? Have you been playing for too long and you are tired? "

After all, they are all from the same club, and they don't want to make the opponent lose too ugly, and everyone is familiar with each other, and they do fight back and forth.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when the game was over, and Qi Yan had to spend all his energy to paint for them. He was afraid that he would be exhausted.

After he asked, he held Qi Yan's hand, "Then let's go back to the dormitory early, you can rest well."

Before, he had planned to bring prayers to have supper, but the other party insisted that he was not hungry, so he gave up.

But he took the man and walked a few steps, but Qi Yan didn't move. He stood there and looked up at him quietly.

Seeing the concern on Fu Ci's face, Qi Yan shook his head gently, "I'm not tired."

The more Fu Ci didn't understand, the more bitterness in his heart became. He only now knew that when the relationship between the two changed, even a small thing could cause a change in his mood.

He used to think that Fu Ci likes to be jealous, why is he not, the reason is even more inexplicable.

Emotionally, the so-called reason does not exist at all, even he is no exception.

Fu Ci sensed Qi Yan's depressed mood, and rubbed the soft side of Qi Yan's face with his fingertips, "What's the matter?"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help himself. He held Qi Yan in his arms and coaxed, "Tell me, and I will help you get revenge."

Fu Ci thought that someone bullied Qi Yan while he was not paying attention during the basketball game.

At this time, they were standing on the side of the school road. Occasionally, students passed by, but Qi Yan ignored it, buried their faces in Fu Ci's chest, and said in a muffled voice, "A lot of people look at you, and they all say they like you."

Such a handsome and dazzling speech does not belong to him alone.

"I don't like you being watched by so many people." He finished speaking in a much lower voice.

Fu Ci only felt that his heart was clenched. He had never seen such a prayer, huddled in his arms, his voice was small, it made him want to hold everything in front of the other party's eyes, just to make people happy .

He didn't even think about it, took Qi Yan's hand, turned around and walked in the other direction.

Ten minutes later, Qi Yan looked at the small basketball court that was quiet and unoccupied in front of him, and was still slightly worn. Some did not recover, and Fu Ci had already taken off his coat and stuffed it into his arms, rubbing the top of his hair lightly. ,

"If you don't like it, then I'll play the basketball you like to watch once."

Just finished a game, no need to warm up, Fu Ci casually picked up a basketball in the corner of the basketball court, raised his hand, and first made a beautiful three-pointer.

The basketball fell into the frame, and the sound of slamming to the ground brought back Qi Yan's thoughts.

Fuci, is this playing for him alone?

In the slightly messy stadium, Fu Ci was wearing a loose white sweater, with a tall figure and smooth movements.

Even if there is no opponent, Fu Ci's expression is still serious. He simulates offense and defense, transposition, dislocation, and extremely skillful fake moves, making Qi Yan not willing to blink once.

At the end, Fu Ci dribbled, jumped, and dunked flexibly, just like in previous games.

This time, Fu Ci did not pick up the ball, but let the ball bounce away gradually. He walked up to Qi Yan, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the people sitting on the steps, his voice still carried a slight after-exercise. Chuan, "What about now? Are you happier?"

The light of the street lamps on the side of the court fell on Fu Ci's slightly wet hair, which outlined a clear outline, and Qi Yan looked at his smiling eyes, feeling like he had fallen into a fantasy called Fu Ci.

Fu Cizhen played a game for him, and only showed him alone.

Rao Shi had just finished a fierce game. Under the condition of huge physical exhaustion, Fu Ci still did not hesitate, and used a more serious attitude than taking the game to play to coax him.