The villain of Kuaishou

Chapter 872 Amnesia: Evil Younger Beauty (7)

"Hehehe, today's weather is very good, let's go for an outing."

"What age is it that you still go out in the green, let's go fight the king."

"That's right, I, Luban, play Special 6, do you want to try it?"

"You Luban? Hehe, hot chicken!"

Yin Ruo'an just said a word, and successfully drove away the spectators.

What a joke, if this young master demon takes a fancy to you, your death is really not far away.

Once his interest comes, you will be considered light if he doesn't kill you. Who dares to provoke this bully, now they are praying that he will go to harm people from other schools in the basketball game next month.

'Ding--'

When the phone rang, Yin Ruoan took out the phone. It was Mo Qiuyi who sent him a basketball training at three o'clock in the afternoon.

He raised the corners of his lips, his eyes darkened a little, he casually pressed twice on the phone, then turned off the screen and put it in his trouser pocket.

Basketball training, I have to wait for him to sleep well.

……

Yin Ruo'an slept very comfortably this time, and slept until 04:30, and the basketball training ended at [-] o'clock.

In other words, he only has half an hour.

Taking a look at the muted phones, there were more than 20 calls from Mo Qiuyi and the teacher.

He raised the corners of his lips, straightened his slightly messy short hair, and inserted his fingers into his hair to stroke the strands.

Basketball court

"Quick, here, here."

"Okay, that's it."

The coach's whistle kept ringing, Yin Ruo'an was late.

Loose basketball jerseys, 1.7 meters 180 is especially obvious in a team with an average height of [-], because——

He is too thin.

"You finally came."

Mo Qiuyi frowned slightly when he saw Yin Ruo'an who had come late.

Even though he was dissatisfied, as the president of the student council who was extremely defensive, he softened his tone a bit.

Even though the other people were dissatisfied, Yin Ruoan did not let Yin Ruoan see their displeasure, because even if Yin Ruoan saw it, he ignored it.

Yin Ruoan took a step forward and jumped directly over the guardrail. When everyone was distracted, he turned around and snatched the basketball, made a standard shooting action, and threw the basketball.

'bump--'

dunk.

The action was done in one go, without any sloppiness, which made countless girls watching the excitement scream.

"Ah—Young Master Yin is so handsome!"

"The three-pointer just now was so cool, ahhh!"

"Oh my god, I, Young Master Yin, can do decathlon!"

"Well, nothing but study."

Yin Ruo'an smiled, turned around, and hammered Mo Qiuyi's shoulder.

"It's late, I just slept too deeply."

Mo Qiuyi: ...

coach:……

Team members: ...

It's reasonable for you to sleep! ?

"Well, I think you need full-time devil training."

What is the end of Mo Qiuyi's anger?
Yin Ruo'an couldn't be more obvious, that is, what he hates the most and why he came here.

Training all day! ?
Depriving him of the right to sleep is too much!

"My dear, you are murdering your own husband in this way."

One sentence made the audience scream again: "Ahhhhh, I, Young Master Yin, is actually an enchanting attack!!"

"Young Master Yin is mighty, overpowering Young Master Mo!"

"No, it's throwing you down, please don't fall on him carelessly!"

When Yin Ruoan heard this, the expression on his face became brighter and brighter: "What the people want!"

"Really? If you miss one training session in the future, just hand in a [-]-word self-criticism!"

The unquestionable tone made Yin Ruoan's face change, and he smiled flatteringly.

(End of this chapter)