Ji Shaoqiang's favor: National school grass please keep a low profile

Chapter 4 v.4 There are so many good seedlings in the basketball world
As soon as Yuan Ye came out of the principal's office, a smile was still on the corner of his mouth.

Looking up, Yuan Ye paused.

Across the corridor, three people walked towards this side.To be precise, it should be two.

kindness--

There is a disabled person in a wheelchair.After being pushed, he arrived in front of Yuan Yeyi not long after.

Yuan Ye raised his eyebrows.

The three people who came didn't look sideways, they didn't give her a look, they were very high-profile and arrogant.Especially the one in the wheelchair, with a distant look, but the aura exuded is not low, which makes people daunting.

Yuan Ye glanced at it hastily, then lifted his foot and left.

She is not in the habit of looking at people, impolite and disrespectful.

It's just that, with that temperament, she can only sit in a wheelchair. Anyway, it's a pity.

This thought flashed through his mind, and Yuan Yeyi chuckled immediately.

There are so many regrettable things in this world, what is he?What is this for myself?
Yuan Yeyi's figure gradually disappeared in the corridor.

Ji Nanchen pushed the wheelchair into the principal's office: "You guys just watch outside."

The two men paused, motioned slightly to Zhao Boming, then walked out, closing the door carefully.

Zhao Boming showed a kind smile: "Long time no see."

Ji Nanchen's face was indifferent, and his tone was neither hot nor cold, "Call me five times a day, 35 times a week, for three consecutive weeks. Principal Zhao has that kind of leisure and elegance."

Of course, it is impossible for Zhao Boming to make so many calls by himself.According to Zhao Boming, as a dignified principal, he absolutely cannot do such harassing things, because it would be too embarrassing for Di Qi.

So this embarrassing thing has been done by the assistant.

Whenever Ji Nanchen blocked one, another new number would call.Zhao Boming didn't need to think about anything, just one sentence made Ji Nanchen harassed by phone for three whole weeks.Zhao Boming couldn't hear the irony in these words.

His smile froze for a moment, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled again: "Aren't you afraid that you won't come? You see, we have known each other for 15 years. I want you to help lead the detachment."

"No." Ji Nanchen glanced at Zhao Boming coolly.

I've never seen a rejection so fast.

Zhao Boming couldn't hold on to his smile, and hastily changed the subject: "Did you see the boy who went out from my place when you came?"

There was no emotion in Ji Nanchen's deep eyes, so he didn't speak.

"Hey, what a good seedling. He was trained well and would definitely be selected by the CBA. It's a pity that he just stopped playing just like that." Zhao Boming could speak vigorously by himself: "You see Right? He is also good-looking, and he is also a popular type among girls. If he plays basketball, he will attract the attention of many girls. I asked him, and he didn't say the reason, but he was determined to transfer to another school. "

"There are so many good seedlings in the basketball world. If you don't have the willingness to endure hardships, no matter how good you are, it's useless." Ji Nanchen's tone revealed his coolness, and he recalled in his mind that Yuan Yeyi looked a little evil because he was too beautiful and handsome. The smile, and the appearance of not even looking at that look, leaving without saying hello, his eyes sank. "Besides, those who are rude and disrespectful are not worth cherishing."

Disrespectful, disrespectful?
Zhao Boming was a little startled. Yuan Ye was indeed a little frivolous when he spoke to familiar people, but he was generally polite and gentle to older people he didn't know. This old man was almost fooled by Yuan Yeyi when he first met Yuan Yeyi.

So how did Ji Nanchen come to this conclusion?

Seeing that Ji Nanchen's elegant and elegant face didn't seem to be a joke, Zhao Boming almost couldn't help asking.

Are you and I really talking about the same person?

(End of this chapter)