Yan Zhuo is actually quite vengeful. He usually has no good ending if he writes it in a small notebook. Although Brother Yan does not have the strength and momentum of the president, he already has another necessary spirit for a domineering president: whoever dares to provoke Yu Jian will want to take advantage of the cold to destroy anyone.

And in this small notebook, Zhan Ming is another very eye-catching name.

Now, there is an underline underneath this name.

Yan Zhuo looked at the boy opposite who was still provocative, and slowly curled his lips and stared at him with a smile for a while.

Um.

It's a good seedling to ruin it.

The whistle sounded again and the game started again. With Zhan Ming joining, the dribbling and passing speed on the opposite side increased significantly. Zhan Ming might have skipped school and practiced more. Not to mention anything else, his skills are really no problem. He grabs rebounds and shoots very accurately.

He can have the confidence to set foot on the football field, and he thinks of giving Yan Zhuo a lesson in this game.

It's best to be the kind of lesson that can be remembered for Yan Zhuo for a lifetime.

The fight between the spirits of youth is funny, but the boy was just a time when he didn't know how to restrain his edge, especially with the school tyrant like Zhan Ming, if Yan Zhuo had not practiced since childhood and had good skills, and had a group of brothers who had been a child since childhood, he would have summoned people to beat Yan Zhuo with more than less.

There was no reason to beat him, but he just didn't feel happy with that face.

Girls in high school like to play school grass lists. Zhan Ming usually relies on this bad and bad style to be invincible in the school. He thinks he has a high opinion of himself, but he was ranked third in high school.

He could still bear it after Yu Jian. After all, Yu Jian's face was really like a flower, and Zhan Ming himself couldn't do anything.

Can be ranked behind Yanzhuo...

Zhan Ming's little thoughts were so active that he made up his mind to let Yan Zhuo see.

"Here! Pass!"

He waved his hand and the basketball flew quickly towards his direction. Zhan Ming immediately moved the ball, turned around a player who was defending him easily, and found a gap.

Good opportunity!

Zhan Ming's eyes lit up and he wanted to dunk. But at this moment, another figure suddenly flashed in front of him. Yan Zhuo jumped high at some point, stretched out his arms, his expression was cold, and he suddenly hit the ball in his hand fiercely.

The force on the hand was extremely strong. Zhan Ming was shocked, and his strength could not match him. He staggered suddenly. Yan Zhuo took advantage of the victory and immediately changed his momentum and rushed towards the opponent's basketball.

"Return to defend! Return to defend!"

Various screams were heard, and Zhan Ming gritted his teeth and wanted to chase after him, but it was too late. The defense of the ball under the basket was completely impossible to defeat Yan Zhuo. With a thud, the ball entered the basket.

Get two more points.

"Student Zhan is really confident in himself," Yan Zhuo said without looking back when he walked past the stunned Zhan Ming, "We are not as good as normal people."

Zhan Ming: "..."

Mom, isn't this saying that I'm not normal?

Qi, Qi turns into a puffer fish!

"It's not just one ball," Zhan Ming gritted his teeth, "You celebrated a little early."

He ran towards his teammates without looking at his head.

Kou Qiu in the stands looked at his aura of not hitting the wall and not turning back, and suddenly felt a little sympathy for Zha Gong. He quietly said to the system boy: [Zha Gong probably didn't know that Yan Zhuo's ball was taught by retired national team members...]

He also knew Yan Zhuo’s basketball enlightenment teacher. He had a good relationship with Yan and Yu families. He played for seven or eight years in the national team and created a glorious period.

With such a teacher here, Zhan Ming still insists on humiliating Yan Zhuo in basketball, and in the end he can only humiliate himself.

The system said: [Oh.]

It was a little excited.

The following scene was basically the same as Kou Qiu imagined. Yan Zhuo's hidden strength was fully utilized in the second half of the game. After he was fully fired, the three opponents could not even defend him, let alone Zhan Ming's half-bucket of water.

Even Kou Qiu couldn't bear to watch it when he sat down. This was simply a rhythm of unilateral abuse.

The system boy was quite happy to see it. Kou Qiu had no doubts. If he had inserted a glow stick in his hand, it would be able to shout Yan Zhuo's name below like those little girls chasing stars and call him.

In fact, the system is already doing this even without a glow stick.

【Ahhh, dad and husband are so handsome ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

【Wow, slam dunk, outrage, slam dunk!】

Kou Qiu:【......】

During the entire basketball game, he spent the cheers of the most loyal fans in the game, and the noisy background sound basically never stopped. But when Yan Zhuo threw an extremely neat three-pointer from the position in the last half, the system suddenly got stuck and there was no sound.

This made Kou Qiu, who was waiting to listen to it's crazy praise, feel a little uncomfortable for a moment.

...What happened?

Why did you fall down halfway?

He asked: [Ah Zai?]

The mind was still quiet. After a while, the system slowly said in a dazed tone: [Ah——]

It said: [My father is so handsome that my legs can't close.]

Old Cadre Kou: [...Be calm down, you are still a child, he is still your father and husband.]

This does not conform to orthodox values ​​and moral concepts, let alone your father, I am still standing here.

The system said: [Hehe. Dad, you don’t understand. This is a way to praise others for being handsome recently.]

Kou Qiu: [Is it...?]

Why does this method sound like it is not pure at all, but it is easy to make people have associations that violate the core socialist values?

The system sincerely digs a hole for him, [really, this is the trend of the times.]

Unlike other words that have been used in other fields, being so handsome that your legs can't be closed are basically exclusive sentences in the fan circle. The system has ten percent confidence. It never chases stars. The idol is Marx. He usually only reads news on the Internet and does not understand the correct usage of this sentence. In order to see his little wife as soon as possible, he always guides him with scheming and perseverance: [If you say that, your dad will be very happy. You can also say that being handsome is asking me to be upright and lie down for a while, it is very fashionable.]

Maybe I will pull you to feed the soup happily on the spot, hehe.

Kou Qiu hesitated: [You said so...]

The system said: [This is just like those handsome and cool, it all means the same!]

Old Cadre Kou became even more hesitant.

At this moment, the basketball game on the court officially ended. The high school team won the big score and held up the shoddy trophy. Yan Zhuo was surrounded by all the players, whether girls or boys, all of them were noisy. They smiled and cheered, throwing each player high. The uniform vest outside the T-shirt was taken off, and the names were signed on it.

Kou Qiu sat in the stands, looking at them laughing freely while sweating and vaguely, and felt that this was a microcosm of youth.

He had never experienced it at that time.

Now, he finally had the opportunity to feel it personally.

Yan Zhuo had the most people around him, but he did not let anyone sign his autograph. He held the vest with his back to the celebrating crowd and walked slowly towards Kou Qiu. Every step he took was extremely firm, and the direction had never deflected. A girl was blocking her and blushed and tried to hand him a bottle of water, but he also refused.

It was already evening, the sunset was like fire, and the golden light was everywhere.

Kou Qiu looked at his figure who was coming against the light in a daze, and for a moment he felt as if he had seen the first child. Xia Xinji was running on the track and field field at that time, and the sweat on his temples was shiny, and he didn't even care about wiping. Just like Yan Zhuo now, he came towards him unswervingly.

At this moment, he even felt absurdity of time and space flowing back. Yan Zhuo's face slowly corresponded to the face of the child in his memory, causing his heart to tremble suddenly.

How similar?

Brother Yan came up along the steps beside the stands and touched his head first.

"Nannan?"

"Um?"

Yan Zhuo chuckled softly and took out a marker from his pocket.

He handed the pen to Kou Qiu. Kou Qiu opened his eyes wide and found that for some reason, he was unprecedentedly nervous, and his hands were trembling slightly invisible.

"Can you write your name here?" Yan Zhuo pointed to the position closest to the heart on the uniform, staring at Kou Qiu without blinking, and suddenly said, "My heart?"

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Yan Zhuo had been waiting for this sentence for a long time and was ready to say it out.

Almost from the age of 16, there was only one person in all his unspeakable dreams. When the man was pressed into the bedding, his exposed back was smooth and moist, and the two butterfly bones seemed to be able to tear the thin skin and spread their wings and fly out. Yan Zhuo smelled the faint fragrance of milk and began to gradually understand his thoughts.

His Nannan grew up day by day, slowly revealing a glory that was enough to make the people in the world fall in love. Now, even people like Zhan Ming can regard the treasure he loves as their target, and the eyes of Nannan were filled with desire that made Yan Zhuo almost crazy.

Yan Zhuo's sense of crisis has also risen to its peak.

How can you wait any longer?

——Can’t wait any longer.

So he went through the crowd without hesitation, and sat down next to Kou Qiu against the light.

A question that mustered up the courage.

Be good at Nannan.

Perhaps, are you willing to live completely in my heart?

......

Rounding it can almost be regarded as a confession.

The system cub exploded almost instantly, [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
To be continued...