The basketball game is in full swing.

Fans of Tang Yu and Shen Yu rushed to the gymnasium in large numbers, and there were huge crowds everywhere.

Wei Lan went to the bathroom unhurriedly.

She had no intention of participating in the discussion about the basketball game. Unexpectedly, there were two girls standing in front of the sink, busy applying make-up.

"How come Brother Yu plays basketball with Shen Yu? I remember their relationship is very ordinary."

"Oh, this is not important. Take a look at the new lipstick I bought. Do you think Shen Yu will like it?"

"Which brand of male-cutting color is this? Anyway, I quite like it. The color is so beautiful!"

"Hahaha, your scheming nude makeup look today is pretty good too. I heard that Tang Yu likes the pure type~"

Tang Yu likes the innocent type?

That idiot is not enlightened at all, okay?

Wei Lan walked over to wash her hands and found that these two were both sophomores in high school.

Among them, a short-haired senior girl with nude makeup said sweetly to her, "Senior Qi Lan."

Wei Lan gave her a slight smile in response.

"Senior, aren't you going to watch Brother Yu play?" The short-haired junior has delicate features and her clear nude makeup highlights her fair face. She is indeed the innocent type.

"I still have something to do, so I won't get over it." Wei Lan shook her head.

The short-haired senior seemed to be relieved, and her smile became brighter, "Then I will help senior cheer for him."

Wei Lan didn't think anything of it, but the girl who painted Shen Yu with male-cutting colors was a little unhappy.

Maybe he also heard the gossip between himself and Shen Yu.

Wei Lan noticed it, but had no intention of explaining.

Just as the football game is about to start.

The short-haired schoolgirl glanced at the messages on her phone. She hurriedly said hello to Wei Lan and left.

Tang Yu and Shen Yu are both influential figures in Nancheng No. 1 Middle School.

There was a bit of a quarrel when selecting the school tycoon, but later Shen Yu received the title of school tyrant.

These two people have never been in conflict with each other, and they have rarely been in the same school in the past two years.

When I first heard that they were going to have a ball game, how could the fans let go of such an opportunity?

Wei Lan returned to Class 31 with no distractions.

Hearing that Xue Cai had also joined Tang Yu's camp, Lin Miaolu went to the stadium excitedly early in the morning.

She even took her schoolbag with her, and she probably wouldn't come back again.

There were only a few people sitting in the classroom.

The college entrance examination is approaching, and motivated people are not even willing to miss their dinner time.

"You really don't want to go to the football game, right?" Chen Bowen waved to Weilan when he saw her coming back, "Then take a look at this question."

Ever since he learned that Wei Lan had an expert to teach her exercises, Chen Bowen had a different view of her.

Although Wei Lan's math wasn't too bad to begin with, it has obviously improved a lot recently.

As the math class representative in the class, Chen Bowen is happy to help such students.

In the past two days, he always took Weilan to discuss math problems, creating a strong learning atmosphere.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Wei Lan asked.

She just got stuck on a question. After finishing it, she went to the bathroom and planned to leave.

Yu Jiashu has been keeping a close eye on Wei Lan for the past two days and has also made a series of study plans for her.

If she didn't take more exams on her math scores in Model 3 next month, she would feel sorry for him.

"I'll finish today's homework first." Chen Bowen waved his hand nonchalantly and handed the test paper directly to Wei Lan.

Lin Zengwen basically used different methods to prepare test papers for them every day, and the workload was only a lot more.

Chen Bowen took his math homework very seriously, so Wei Lan stopped talking.

She took the test paper, briefly scanned the questions, then picked up her pen and started calculating.

Azure's left and right hands can be used flexibly.

Now she was sitting opposite Chen Bowen and used her left hand conveniently.

Her fingers are slender, with distinct knuckles, and her nails are trimmed so that no white edges are exposed.

Chen Bowen's attention was half taken away by Azure's hands, and the other half fell on her dark, soft almond eyes when she lowered her eyes.

He had seen her highlight moments playing drums and piano on stage, but he didn't expect that the way she looked at her quiet thoughts was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes away.

No wonder his "brother" who has eyes higher than his head also has a soft spot for her.

Chen Bowen, who has always been obsessed with studying, rarely had a fascinating thought.

"I'm done." Yu Jiashu had trained her on similar questions several times, and Wei Lan came up with the correct answer without too much effort.

Chen Bowen finally came to his senses.

Annoyed by his distraction, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at Wei Lan's problem-solving steps, "Your method seems to be simpler than mine."

Wei Lan didn't say anything.

Chen Bowen was surprised and pointed out another question to her.

It wasn't until Wei Lan's cell phone rang that the two of them were freed from the sea of ​​questions.

Wei Lan only turned off airplane mode when school was over.

At this moment, the three characters "Queen's Lu" were displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.

Presumably no one except Lin Miaolu could do such a thing.

She didn't know when Lin Miaolu changed her note again, and the corner of her mouth twitched as she answered the phone.

"Tiantian, have you left?" Lin Miaolu's slightly urgent voice came along with the noise of the basketball court, "Donald Duck is injured."

"How could you be injured? Are you still on the court? I'll go over now." Weilan said, standing up and packing her schoolbag.

The classroom was very quiet, and Chen Bowen vaguely heard Lin Miaolu's words.

Combined with Wei Lan's answer, he couldn't help but worry: "What happened? Do you want help?"

Chen Bowen guessed that something had happened to Tang Yu. And if it was at the stadium, he might have something to do with someone.

Just thinking about it made him look forward to it.

"No need." Wei Lan picked up her schoolbag and refused without thinking, "I'm leaving first."

There are many Tang Yu's buddies on the court, so there is no need to include the thin Chen Bowen.

Chen Bowen looked at Wei Lan's back and frowned in concentration.

After a while, he took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag and dialed a contact he had recently spoken to.

"Did you get into a fight with someone?" Chen Bowen asked patiently.

The bangs covered her forehead, and the black tortoiseshell frames on the bridge of her nose also covered up the sharpness hidden in her black eyes.

Upon closer inspection, his fair and thin face is full of sternness.

The phone rang for a long time before someone answered it.

"Who did you listen to?" The person on the other end sounded unhappy, but he couldn't be said to be angry.

Chen Bowen looked at Juan Xiu's handwriting on the draft paper and said calmly: "Qi Lan has just passed."

"Is she with you?" The other party's expression visibly sank.

Chen Bowen seemed to hear the sound of a mineral water bottle hitting the ground.

"Yeah." He twitched the corners of his mouth, trying his best to hide his feelings.

But he is willing to admit it.
Chapter completed!