My Love Life with My Soft Girlfriend

"Ha ha-"

After being quiet for a full five or six seconds, Zhao Wenhao laughed loudly, with a mocking expression on his face, "Just you? Would you still shave my head?"

"It's ridiculous not to pee and look in the mirror!"

"If you find it ridiculous, then you can laugh for a while."

Ye Fan gave the most plain response, not taking Zhao Wenhao's sarcasm to heart.

In his last life, as the boss of a company worth more than 100 million yuan, he was used to many scenes.

The dispute in front of him is nothing but a little trouble.

Will the elephant respond to ants' abuse?

Um... he is now a baby elephant!

"puff!"

Luo Yumeng approached Ning Xi, his eyes gleaming. "Xiaoxi, don't you think Ye Fan is handsome?"

"Very interesting person."

Ning Xi smiled softly and gave her own evaluation.

"you…"

Zhao Wenhao's face flushed, and he punched the cotton with all his strength. This feeling made him so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

"I?"

Ye Fan turned around and stood beside Ning Xi, smiling lightly: "I and Xiaoxi are in a team and hit the three of you."

As he said, he touched his hair, "Be careful, I shave your head."

"that…"

Hearing this, Ning Xi was so anxious, her little hand swayed in the air, "Ye Fan, I, I don't know how to play basketball, you..."

"It's okay, just stand aside and watch."

Ye Fan didn't give Ning Xi a chance to refuse, his body bowed slightly, close to Ning Xi's earlobe, smelling the delicate fragrance of the girl, and his mood was calmer than ever.

It feels good...

If you can, it's better for a lifetime!

Ning Xi was so frightened by Ye Fan's sudden movement that she took two steps backwards. Her small face became hot, and her words stuttered because of excessive tension, "Really... OK? I, I feel that it will drag you back. "

"will not."

Ye Fan shook his head and said affirmatively again: "I said no, but I won't."

Outside the basketball court, many boys have noticed what happened here. Although they don't know what happened, Ye Fan's behavior of whispering in Ning Xi's ear just now made everyone see it.

"Damn, is this Ye Fan fierce enough?"

"On the first day, did you dare to molest Ning Xiaohua?"

"My role model!"

"This kid is over! Look at Zhao Wenhao's eyes, tusk, it's really scary!"

"Good-looking, tall, well-studied, and good at teasing girls; why do you let me be in the same class with such a pervert?"

A few meters away, Zhao Wenhao clenched his fists tightly, his eyes breathed fire, and his murderous heart was gone.

These discussions sounded in his ears, so harsh...

All the boys in the second science class knew that he liked Ning Xi, but this new guy was so intimate with Ning Xi in front of the classmates. Isn't this just slapping him in the face in public!

If this grudge isn't reported, how can he get involved in the second class?

"good!"

Zhao Wenhao gritted his teeth and said, "Just do what you said, Luo Yumeng and Su Ke will be a team; no points are counted, which side wins the first five goals!"

"no problem."

Ye Fan nodded. As far as the rules of the game are concerned, he doesn't care.

Because he can't lose!

In the last life, basketball accompanied him in sports for more than ten years. If he loses to Zhao Wenhao, a stinky hairy boy, he can buy a piece of tofu to commit suicide.

"Hold on."

Zhao Wenhao's eyes were vicious and cold, and he said coldly, "Since it is a game, the losing party will naturally have to be punished."

"Oh?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, "Speak, how to punish?"

"simple!"

Zhao Wenhao was overjoyed in his eyes and said loudly, "If you lose, run three laps around the playground, while running and shouting: I'm a waste!"

"Ye Fan, don't bet against him!"

"Zhao Wenhao, you are too much!"

Ning Xi and Luo Yumeng spoke one after another. In their opinion, this bet was an insult at all.

Even Su Ke couldn't help but persuade: "Zhao Wenhao, everyone is a classmate. See you when you look up and bow your head on weekdays, are you crazy?"

Regarding the words of the three women, Zhao Wenhao pretended not to hear him, and stared at Ye Fan, "Dare you gamble?"

Ye Fan made a reassuring gesture to Ning Xi, and glanced at Zhao Wenhao with interest, with a smile but a smile, "Then you lose?"

"I?"

Zhao Wenhao laughed arrogantly, "How could I lose? Really think he can beat me?"

"Well, I can beat you."

Ye Fan said calmly, "So, you have to do the same thing if you lose."

At this time, many boys in Class 2 had already gathered around the basketball court. After hearing the bet, they looked at Ye Fan with a hint of pity.

"What does Ye Fan think about this?"

"How to say, Zhao Wenhao is also the captain of the school's basketball team, and the level is there. It's not because of his own death!"

"It's over, this newcomer is going to be ashamed, ashamed of your lord!"

…

Zhao Wenhao has completely lost his patience. He just wants to educate this ignorant fellow in front of everyone, "Let’s stop talking nonsense, come on!"

After speaking, he picked up the ground and threw it to Ye Fan, "Don't say I bully you, let you get the ball first."

The basketball in the air attacked Ye Fan's face at an extremely fast speed. Obviously, Zhao Wenhao wanted to make him embarrassed in public. In the next second, a scene that disappointed him happened.

Ye Fan stretched out his right hand unhurriedly, took the basketball steadily, and wrote lightly, "Don't use this as an excuse if you lose."

Turning around, he faced Ning Xi who was still in a daze, with a gentle voice, "Xiao Xi, you are watching."

Ning Xi opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Especially when I heard the name ‘Xiaoxi’, my cheeks rose slightly flushed.

This Ye Fan...

She had clearly reminded her, why did she still call it that way?

Just when Ning Xi was thinking about it, Su Ke took her hand and walked to the midfield line, and said helplessly: "Xiaoxi, it's better for us to watch this game honestly."

To be honest, Su Ke regrets helping Zhao Wenhao just now.

Otherwise, this situation won't happen right now, this...what is it called!

Luo Yumeng hesitated for a moment, and walked in the direction of the two of them.

At this point, only Ye Fan and Zhao Wenhao were left in the field, unknowingly, it became a solo match.

Ye Fan casually slapped the basketball with his right hand, "Are you ready?"

"let's start!"

Zhao Wenhao yelled and rushed towards Ye Fan instantly, the goal being the basketball in Ye Fan's hands.

The purpose is very simple. First, let Ye Fan know how good he is.

Facing the menacing Zhao Wenhao, Ye Fan shook his head slightly and his lips moved slightly. "Innocent!"

He stood still and took off when Zhao Wenhao was less than three meters away from him.

It turned out to be a direct shot?

Such behavior caused a burst of exclamation.

"Fuck!"

"Definitely can't get in!"

"How dare you?!"

"Playing in front of Guan Gong..."

"Brother, where's your knife?"

…

"Huh—"

Hollow into the network.

Just when everyone was talking about it, the ball scored!

In an instant, everyone felt like a fishbone stuck in their throats, and they could no longer speak.

The discussion stopped abruptly, and everyone's mouth was open enough to fit an egg.

Can this also enter? ? ?

The position where Ye Fan was just now was at least two meters away from the three-point line. With such a long distance, it stands to reason that this ball could not be right.

Can…

The ball is scored!

The three girls near the midfield line performed uniformly. Cover your mouth—

"Go in. Go in?"

"impressive!"

…

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth was curved, and he said to himself: "Yeah? It seems that the hand feels pretty good."

No complacency, no surprise.

From beginning to end, it was as plain as water.

Zhao Wenhao's hand was frozen in midair, no more than half a meter away from Ye Fan, but the half-meter distance was like a moat and couldn't be crossed.

He faced the basket and looked at the basketball that was still bouncing on the ground, his face turned blue.

Can you go so far? Good luck too!

"It doesn't matter if you give you a goal, I don't believe your luck can always be so good!"

Zhao Wenhao attributed the ball to luck, snorted uncomfortably, went to the basket to pick up the ball, "Next, it's time for me to attack!"

"bring it on."

Ye Fan stopped at the free throw line and looked at Zhao Wenhao a few meters away lazily, showing no signs of defending.

"Wow, so handsome!"

"So fanciful."

"No, I can't stand it, brother Ye Fan, sister loves you!"

Outside the court, several girls from Class 2 shouted excitedly, with little stars in their eyes.

Zhao Wenhao cursed secretly. "asshole!"

Damn, this guy pretended to be again!

He took a deep breath, his dribbling motion was smooth and flowing, his speed instantly increased, and he broke through Ye Fan's defense in the blink of an eye and went straight to the basket.

Um…

Well, Ye Fan had no defense at all, because he stood still and didn't move at all, letting Zhao Wenhao run past him.

"Rubbish!"

Zhao Wenhao's face was full of disdain, looking at the basket close at hand, a thought suddenly popped into his mind, and this thought became out of control as soon as it appeared.

Just do it!

At a distance of two meters from the basket, Zhao Wenhao leaped high, relying on the inertia of speed, and flew towards the basket.

Is this going to... dunk?