Meng Jianwan didn't even bother to shake the fan and eat snacks. He was so depressed that his stomach hurt. He stepped on the edge of the seat, held his knees with his hands and watched the situation at the game with concentration.

"How much time is left in this game?" she asked the boys in the back row casually.

"Fifteen minutes."

Meng Jianwan slapped her knees and couldn't help but swear words. Can she get nine points back in fifteen minutes? Meng Jianwan has never lost at the gambling table. Isn't this going to break her example?

As time passed by minute by minute, she was no longer just depressed, but depressed. She spread her fan with a bang and fanned her face wildly.

The voices of the boys in the back row made her feel even more angry—

"The starling game is in lingering, Zhao Yichen is not physically strong, and he has become a drag. The defense behind him is not strong, and the opponent's team can score goals if he is an individual."

"I can only say it's too exciting."

"Ah, Song Yu is already at a disadvantage."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Meng Jianwan closed the fan for a while and unfolded the fan for a while. The more the noise the noise made, the more nervous she felt. But she was just an audience and couldn't do anything. Zhou Yingxue, who was sitting next to her, could feel her anxiety. She did not participate in the betting, but she also knew that Meng Jianwan had placed a lot of bets.

Zhou Yingxue comforted her: "There is still time, and it may be possible that my brother can overtake."

Meng Jianwan counted the time and stared at the numbers on the scoreboard. Seeing Zhou Muyun's team adding another point, she couldn't help it. She stood up and threw the folding fan in her seat, blocking her mouth with her hands as a trumpet: "Song Yu, what ball did you play?! If you lose, I will never finish it with you!"

Her words are true and have no joking meaning.

As soon as he finished speaking, laughter broke out in the entire basketball hall. Meng Weixia, who was on the stands on the other side, rolled her eyes and wrote four words in her eyes - sensationalism.

Several men on the court couldn't help laughing. They were tired enough to play basketball, but they couldn't breathe when they smiled.

Song Yu glanced over there, Meng Jianwan stood in the crowd and could see her at a glance.

"What are you looking at? I didn't let you watch me, you watch the football!" Meng Jianwan continued to shout.

Song Yu blinked his eyes. He didn't wear a hairband today. Sweat on his forehead flowed down, and it was about to fall on his slightly convex eyebrow bones. With the blinking movement, sweat beads fell on his eyelids with a clatter. He raised his hand to wipe it off, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Meng Jianwan was speechless, please stop laughing, hey, he scored another goal.

Zhao Yichen could no longer keep up, and he gasped with his waist, looked at Meng Jianwan, and shouted intermittently: "It's useless to shout this, please cheer for Xiaoba."

Meng Jianwan was too lazy to pay attention to this pig teammate who was dragging his feet and said to Song Yu: "You can do it, you will be rewarded if you win, and you will die if you lose."

Song Yu gave her a look of "Don't worry, leave it to me", withdrew her gaze, no longer looked at Meng Jianwan, and focused on playing basketball.

Seeing that he seemed to be back in his state, Meng Jianwan didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief and sat down to continue watching.

With five minutes left before the end of this game, the score between Song Yu and Zhou Muyun was very tight, with only four points apart.

The audience at the scene could see that Song Yu was trying hard.

Meng Jianwan held back even if he wanted to go to the bathroom, held his breath and focused on the scoreboard, but focused on the men on the field. At this moment, she also forgot about the existence of others: "Song Yu! Come on!"

The next second after her words fell, Song Yu made a beautiful three-pointer, which was only one point away from Zhou Muyun's team, and there was not much time left.

Zhou Muyun was obviously not that easy to deal with. He scored a goal and opened the distance of two points. Next, he only needed to guard against the dead and let Song Yu not score a single goal. If he had the chance, his team could score a goal, and if he couldn't score, he would delay it until the time was exhausted.

The ball reached Song Yu's hand. He dribbled the ball while waiting for an opportunity to pitch. However, three people surrounded him and blocked the road ahead. Especially Zhou Muyun, he was simply a demon. He did not confuse Zhou Muyun several times.

There were only thirty seconds left in the countdown, and the referee on the field reminded him.

There was noisy person in the audience, and everyone looked at the stadium with their eyes wide open, counting the countdown silently in their hearts.

Fifteen seconds, fourteen, threeteen...ten, nine, eight...

Song Yu shook his left for a moment. Zhou Muyun thought this time was also a fake move, so he intercepted the ball to the right. He didn't expect that Song Yu was playing the real thing this time and really threw the ball to the left.

Instead of throwing the ball into the basket, he passed it to the team members. The opponent did not disappoint his expectations and made a two-pointer in the last five seconds.

The game was declared over with a loud whistle.

The two teams tied, and neither of them had ever won.

Song Yu sighed regretfully. In the last ten minutes, he fought for his life, and his whole body felt like he had been broken and his muscles were stuck again. The next second when the whistle sounded, he couldn't bear it and simply lay on the ground.

When did the other young masters see Mr. Song of Shifeng Group lying on the floor without regard for his image, his chest was undulating, his forehead was wet, and his arms and legs were sweating.

Meng Jianwan was stunned for a moment, and looked back at the young men in the back row, opened his mouth, as if he was still in a state of surprise. When he spoke, he always jumped out one by one: "This, he, mom, what, what, what, count?"

Xiao Shiwu shrugged: "I don't owe each other, after all, there is no winning or losing."

Meng Jianwan: "I never thought this was the case before I bet."

The rest of the people spoke in unison: "We haven't thought about it."

Meng Jianwan stopped talking, took the opportunity to get up and walk out of the stands, glanced at Song Yu who was lying on the ground, bypassed him and left the basketball court, and ran to the bathroom without stopping.

She walked fast, and there was no one in the bathroom on this floor. She picked a cubicle and went in and closed the door of the cubicle.

Soon, a sound of high heels sounded outside, accompanied by a fragrance that did not belong to the bathroom, followed by a discussion of Yingying and Yanyan.

"How could I think men at work are the most attractive? Men on the court are the most attractive! It's so pleasing to the eye!"

"Who said no, I don't know which one to look at."

"Zhou Muyun is so handsome, but unfortunately he is too cold and dare not flirt with him. Even if my brother has a good relationship with him, I dare not come to him."

"Isn't Song Yu handsome?"

"No matter how handsome he is, he will have a master, okay? Do you dare to fight Meng Jianwan? Look at her not tearing you up! Meng Weixia is her sister. Do you think she is weak and her legs are broken."

A group of ladies chatted about gossip and put on makeup, completely forgot to check if there were anyone in the compartment.

Meng Jianwan held his cheek and eavesdropped, and kept sighing in his heart. As expected, all rumors were unreliable. She has always been very pity for her. How could she tear others up with her hands? As for Meng Weixia, it was completely her own question.

Meng Jianwan didn't know when they would leave. Anyway, she didn't want to stay any longer. After reflecting on it, she didn't do anything bad, so why should she take care of others?

Thinking of this, she turned the lock of the compartment door, and with a light click, the lock opened. She opened the compartment door, and the woman standing outside chatting turned around in unison. She saw that the person who came out was Meng Jianwan, and her expression was exactly the same.

Meng Jianwan didn't say a word, and left after washing his hands.

After she left, the ladies woke up as if they were dreaming, looked at each other, and their lips trembled: "She heard everything we said?"

"She is not deaf, so how could she not hear it through a door?"

"It's over, I'm in trouble again. I'll go and confess my guilt to my brother, oh."

Meng Jianwan shook the water droplets on his hand and returned to the previous basketball court. The middle of the court was empty. Everyone was resting in the rest area, slumping on the chairs, chatting in a row.

Sheng Yin gave towels to several players who played basketball as usual, but she did not dare to do anything beyond the rules, and she did not dare to reveal even a look of her eyes, for fear of being caught again.

In fact, since she was provoked by that woman in person, she has been frightened and afraid to face Song Yu in a panic, let alone go to see Meng Jianwan.

Sheng Yin handed the towel to Song Yu. The man didn't know what he was looking at and did not take it in time. Sheng Yin had to stay in front of him, a little at a loss.

She stayed for two seconds and looked behind him along his sight. It was Meng Jianwan who came in from outside.

Meng Jianwan walked to Song Yu and sat down. Seeing Sheng Yin holding the towel all the time, he reached out to take it and fell into Song Yu's arms: "Didn't you see that someone has been holding a towel?"

Song Yu watched the towel fall from his chest to his legs, and he didn't even want to move his fingers, and smiled lazyly: "Isn't this to see you coming, help me wipe my sweat."

Meng Jianwan: "I'm used to you."

"Hey, you just said you would give me a reward if you win. What is your reward?" Song Yu picked up a towel and wiped the sweat on his face. He still felt that the heat was sticking to his skin. He simply poured half a bottle of water on his face, and it turned out to be much cooler.

He shook his hair, and the sweat mixed with mineral water splashed on Meng Jianwan's face, which was cold and cold. She felt a little disgusted and moved a position to the side.

"You didn't win, what rewards are you going to give?"

"But I didn't lose either?"

"What I said is, if you win, you will get rewards, do you understand?"

“…”

Meng Jianwan turned toward the stands behind and said to Zhou Yingxue loudly: "Twist me the hat and folding fan."

Zhou Yingxue picked up these two things from the chair and threw them to Meng Jianwan from the air. She raised her hand and held the two things in her arms. Seeing that she liked the folding fan quite a bit, Song Yu sneered secretly, saying that he had given her many good things before, but he didn't take her seriously...

Meng Jianwan put his hat on his legs and spread his folding fan to fan the air. She looked like she was fanning herself, but the wind also blew towards Song Yu.

Song Yu immediately stopped complaining and lowered his eyes and curled his lower lip slightly.

"Wanwan, why were you so excited at that time? I shouted to cheer me up so loudly, and the audience heard it." He smiled and his expression was satisfied.

Meng Jianwan didn't lie, and told the truth: "I and the young masters opened the bet, and I bet you won, and I beat the chips with six figures. If you lose my money, it will be wasted. Fortunately, although you didn't win, you didn't lose, and my money was saved."

Song Yu: “…?”

OK, I'm self-indulgent again.

Meng Jianwan saw his face turning dark, which was a sign of anger. He quickly fanned his breath hard and touched his head with his other hand. Unexpectedly, she tried her best to touch the wet water with her hand. She held back and showed a disgusting expression and softened her voice and said, "Don't be angry, I'll treat you to barbecue tonight. Ah, no, I forgot that your stomach is just right, so you can't eat too greasy, so I'll treat you to something else."

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My sister loves Xiaoba or loves it, and it’s really disgusting her.
Chapter completed!