Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

When the little man climbed from his original height to a section, she couldn’t bow her head.

Compared to each other's gap, Shen Mubai said, "Zi, what have you eaten recently? How suddenly grows so fast."

An Zixiao smiled and said that he had been working hard recently, and handed the strawberry sugar in his hand, "falling, eating sugar."

Shen Mubai took it, peeled off the skin and put it in his mouth. He thought that the boy would have grown faster, and he didn’t care much.

On the day that An Zikai participated in the basketball game, Shen Mubai was dragged in the classroom.

When she arrived at the stadium, she found that many people were watching the game.

"Sorry, classmates, let me ask."

After hard to squeeze in, Shen Mubai took a sigh of relief and finally saw the figure of the little man on the field.

The other party seemed to see her too, and the eyes were looking at me for a moment, and even the reaction was forgotten.

Until the teammate called him.

Shen Mubai helplessly gestured to him and made a refueling mouth.

The voice of the girl next to her voice was passed into her ear. "An Zizhen has been absent-minded for a while, and he has been beaten several times by his teammates."

"It's a bad state. Today's sun is so poisonous."

"I have always heard that he is training basketball. It seems that he really likes basketball."

Standing among a group of people, Anzi became the shortest one.

Shen Mubai felt that it was both distressed and funny, but the development of the little man was actually slower than others.

Although An Zikai was not tall on the court, but in the second half, he changed his previous state and played very well. Especially the last three-pointer that decided to win or lose was the atmosphere of the audience. They are screaming and shouting.

Picking up the jersey and rubbing a sweat, Anzi's skin is very white, but it is not the unhealthy pale, like a gentle jade, plus that face, and beautiful eyes that look like glass, small The name of the prince is well deserved.

Many girls like his face, but because of the height of the temper, the girls are entangled and hesitant.

But despite this, there are still some girls who handed the water in their hands as he walked over.

An Zikai did not take care of the water of any of them, but only to those who read their hearts.

Shen Mubai saw him sweat so much, and looked at his hand slyly. "Hey, I forgot to bring water."

An Zixiao smiled. "I am not thirsty."

He wouldn't be grinning like he used to, and he looks cute and cute. Invisible reveals the changing style, watching the girls staying aside.

Shen Mubai remembered his performance on the court, couldn't help but hold out his thumb and blinked his eyes. "The son is really amazing, and he will shoot a three-pointer."

An Zixiao smiled and bent his eyes, and the eyes were like stars falling.

He was not as calm as the surface showed, and his heart was like a little deer slamming and fluttering.

The other person’s eyes were watching himself. He heard the voice saying, “If the falling eyes stay on me, it’s fine.”

In the second half of the second semester, An Zikai played a frame with the people in the school.

The boy was beaten and bruised. It seemed that there was a dispute between the two. The specific situation was not clear. Only after the incident happened, the little man seemed to be more popular in school.

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