At this time, the crowd burst into cheers and applause, which attracted the attention of all the girls.

    It turned out that Luo Yichen threw another three-point ball, which opened the score of both sides by 20 points.

    "Luo Yichen, come on! Luo Yichen, come on!" The brain powder fans were so excited that they knocked fiercely with mineral water bottles.

    Oh, their male god Luo Yichen is really the best.

    The boys in class 4 are all dejected and have no fighting spirit. In fact, they already know the result of this game. They just don''t want to leave the game and finish it.

    However, what makes them most angry is that there are girls from class 4 in both Luo Yichen and Ke Shaoze''s fan group.

    The monitor of class 4 couldn''t bear it. He shouted at the girls in his class, "Hey, what class are you in? How can you help others?"

    "Cut!" The girls in class 4 expressed disdain for the monitor one after another, and several mineral water bottles were thrown at him.

    The monitor of class 4 was a little confused, especially when he turned around and saw Luo Yichen, who was also the monitor, his heart was even more unbalanced.

    The same monitor, the same basketball player, how can the treatment be so poor? Of course, he forgot a very important point. His appearance and Luo Yichen''s appearance are not at the same level at all.

    Ke Shaoze''s fan group is also dissatisfied, especially Han Xuefei. Because Luo Yichen stole Ke Shaoze''s limelight in this game, they took grievances for their idol Ke Shaoze.

    As a result, fans from both sides started to quarrel over "who is more handsome and who plays basketball better".

    Su Rourou couldn''t bear it. She said something to them that she had held for a long time.

    "Students, stop arguing! Both Luo Yichen and Ke Shaoze are from class 6! No matter who scores the goal, the result is the same!"

    "Short oil, little cute girl! Good!" Han Xuefei gave her a look of appreciation.

    The brain powder fans looked at each other and closed their mouths one after another.

    On this side, the game on the court entered the half-time stage. Ke Shaoze and Luo Yichen walked side by side towards the off-site rest area.

    Ke Shaoze saw Han Xuefei''s face and was scared to turn white again.

    Han Xuefei smiled brightly at him, rushed forward to stop him and forcibly stuffed his sports drink.

    Ke Shaoze dodged, just didn''t want to answer.

    But Han Xuefei refused to give up and stood in front of him. He looked like he wouldn''t want to bypass her if he didn''t drink today.

    Ke Shaoze wants to cry without tears: my God! How can there be such a grinding girl? He never hits women, but today he really wants to make an exception

    Luo Yichen on one side was calm on the surface, but there was a light of schadenfreude hidden in the depths of his eyes.

    Su Rourou stood in the crowd and looked at Han Xuefei with envy. In fact, she also wanted to do so. It was a scene she had imagined countless times. However, she did not have the courage to move forward.

    The picture she imagined was like this: Ke Shaoze came down from the court sweating. She stepped forward and handed him the drink with her head down. He took it with a smile, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank it with his head up. Cool drops of water flowed down the perfect contour of his chin. Drop by drop, glittering in the sun.

    However, the ideal is full, but the reality is slim. She looked down at a bottle of Evian mineral water in her hand and was silent.

    Because this bottle of mineral water is for Luo Yichen, not Ke Shaoze

    Just at this time, Ke Shaoze, who was extremely embarrassed, caught a glimpse of Su rourourou with a bottle of drink in her hand and ran towards her like a savior.

    "Brother Rou, is this water for me? I''m not polite..."