Chapter 307: 307: A sense of crisis

With a sound of "bang", the basketball went into the basket, bounced a few times, and the sound was a little dull.
Jiang Ling knows his footsteps, holding a basketball in his arms, and looking at the end of the parabola just now.
The direction of the gate of the stadium.
A black figure came over under the light.
The young boy is tall and straight, wearing a black coat, and Jun wears a black mask on his face, which covers half of his face, only revealing a pair of sparse peach eyes, and the broken hair on his forehead hangs down, making it even more shabby Lazy.
When he walked over, there was a basketball near his feet, he leaned over to pick it up, and shot it with one hand.
With a bang, the ball went in firmly again.
The moment Jiang Lingzhi saw him, he was very surprised, and the corners of his lips curled up instantly: "Why are you here?"
Li Shunan paced over. There was a basketball falling beside the cage. He leaned over to pick it up, threw it in with one hand, straightened up, and his white and slender fingers held the handrail of the cage.
The veins on the back of his hand are particularly clear and skinny, pushing the car with one hand and walking towards her.
"In the future, my girlfriend will not accompany me to dinner, so I can only find it by myself."
Because he was still catching a cold, his nasal voice was a bit heavy, and the sound quality was a little cold, which was inexplicably pleasant.
Li Shunan raised his eyelids, and his lazy peachy eyes met her.
Jiang Ling knew: "..."
She said she was like a heartbreaker.
Jiang Ling knew that he was holding the basketball in his hand before he could speak.
The boy's sloppy tone as always rang again, speaking very slowly, as if he was slowing her.
"When I first came, I heard someone confessing to my future girlfriend, and suddenly I felt a sense of crisis."
Jiang Ling knew: "..."
So, just now He Dixian's confession was bumped by him?
I don't know how much he heard.
Jiang Ling knew that he was inexplicable. When he passed in front of him, he threw the ball into the car and hurriedly explained: "I rejected him."
When Li Shunan passed in front of her, his footsteps stopped, and he looked down at her, with a somewhat condescending taste.
The broken hair on his forehead half covered his eyebrows, some emotions that couldn't be seen under his eyes, and his voice was low: "How do you say?"
Jiang Lingzhi was silent for a moment, and said vaguely: "I just told him, I don't fall in love early in high school."
There was a moment of silence.
Li Shunan let out a soft "tsk".
He retracted his gaze, let go of the handle, and walked past her unhurriedly.
Li Shunan was picking up the ball in front, and Jiang Ling knew that he hadn't run around anymore, pushing the car behind him.
"I also told him that I have someone I like."
In the empty basketball hall, although her voice is not loud, it is loud enough for people to hear.
The words fell, and there was no response for a long time.
Jiang Ling knew that he stared at his back and curled his lips, thinking that he would follow up.
The basketballs were picked up one by one, and the court was quickly collected clean.
Jiang Lingzhi was about to push the car back to the equipment room.
A white and slender palm stretched out and snatched the cart from her.
Li Shunan lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on her slender white wrist, his voice lazily.
"So fine, can it be pushed?"
Jiang Ling knew: "..."
Knowing that Jiang Ling curled his lips, he let go of his hand: "It's not heavy, there's nothing you can't move."
Li Shunan smiled, his voice sinking: "Your hand is not suitable for this."