Host, You're Targeted

Playing basketball for entertainment is accompanied by chatting.

"Brother Feng, I heard that the internship teacher in your class recently follows you every day?"

Yuan Pei, a black sports student from Zhao Xia's class, stopped Lin fengxu and asked in a loud voice.

Lin fengxu with the ball around him, three step layup: "no?"

The ball into the basket, Zhao Xia ran out of the field to pick up the ball, while patting the ball while walking back.

"The trainee teacher is Shen Yang, isn't he?" Zhao Xia threw the ball to Yuan Pei, "why do you say he follows the wind every day?"

Yuan Pei stood still, raised his hand, raised his basketball, raised his wrist, and threw the ball from the three-point line.

The basketball hit the board, swayed around the rim of the basket for several times, and finally did not pass the central net and fell vertically.

Lin fengxu trotted two steps to pick up the ball and heard Yuan Pei say, "Zhao Xia, did you forget? Isn't our class Chinese also taught by Hongjie? Doesn't Shen Yang usually follow our class? "

Zhao Xia raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his face on his sleeve and nodded: "so?"

Yuan Pei watched Lin fengxu come to his side, standing in the position of the three-point line, consciously gave way to the position.

"Didn't you notice?" Yuan Pei shook his head, "Shen Yang, when he usually attends a class in our class, he doesn't sit with his classmates. He moves a small bench by himself and sits at the last side of the class silently. After class, he moves the small stool and leaves."

Lin Feng Xu looked down at the three-point line under his feet, slightly narrowed his eyes, and focused on the direction of the rebound.

"But not when he was in class 9!" Yuan Pei said, "he sits next to brother Feng when he attends classes in class 9, and when class 9 studies on his own in the evening, he also goes to sit beside brother Feng. And he often goes to the canteen with brother Feng. Isn't he following brother Feng every day? "

Lin fengxu listened to Yuan Pei's words, his eyes moved down a centimeter, staring at the center of the basket.

A drop of sweat seeped out of his hair and slid down his full forehead, blocked by the slightly drooping tip of his hair, and shifted its course towards the mole under the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, there was a cold wind blowing, which swept away the heat of these young players who had been playing hard.

Yuan Pei turned to sneeze, rubbed his nose and whispered: "who scolded me?"

Zhao Xia laughed: "it's probably Shen Yang."

The other boys who played also laughed.

Lin fengxu, however, as if he could not hear those voices at all, bent his knees slightly and jumped up in place.

The basketball flew out of his hand, and with the force he gave, he drew a beautiful parabola in the air. Without touching the basket, it fell straight down the net.

Hollow ball.

The boys who were just joking were attracted by Lin fengxu's hollow ball. They jumped up and clapped.

"Horizontal groove hollow ball! Wind brother ox fork

"Brother Feng is so handsome!"

"I can't help but spit out fragrance. Brother Feng is so handsome today that I burst in place."

"Brother Feng is good-looking

Lin fengxu trotted two steps to retrieve the ball and threw it back to the court.

Everyone scrambled to grab the ball, and their attention returned to basketball again.

Lin Feng slowly and leisurely along the edge of the court to the rest of the bench, twist on the mineral water, head up to drink a small.

What Yuan Pei said just now is still in his mind.

Does Shen Yang follow him alone?