Meng Tang was sitting on the steps of the basketball court and subconsciously raised his eyes when he heard footsteps.
A flash of light flashed before her eyes, and then Wei Chuan sat down next to her and put something on her knees.
Meng Tang held on weakly and asked sideways, "What is it?"
"I bought you dinner by the way." Wei Chuan said, "How can you play ball when you are hungry."
Meng Tang was slightly startled, but she did not expect that Wei Chuan would buy her dinner.
"What are you looking at?" Wei Chuan opened the purified water and took a sip, "Eat quickly."
Meng Tang opened the bag, which contained cherry blossom rice balls, yogurt, and a small box of tomatoes of different colors.
Wei Chuan watched helplessly as Meng Tang picked up the red one and ate it, and laughed: "You don't want to pick up the green and yellow ones?"
Meng Tang was amused by his sudden joke: "The green one is too sweet, and the yellow one is not very tasty."
"Give it to me." Wei Chuan stretched out his hand, "I'll eat it."
Meng Tang gave him the remaining tomatoes and drank the yogurt slowly.
There was no trash can here. Wei Chuan unfolded the plastic bag and motioned to Meng Tang to throw the yogurt bottle in.
Seeing that she was throwing it with her left hand, he asked, "How is your hand?"
Mengtang thought that he was in a hurry to get a small wood carving, so he smiled: "It's much better, I can operate the knife in half a month, and it won't delay your business."
"Put out your hand and let me take a look."
“Huh?” Meng Tang was stunned.
"Ah what? Stretch out."
His expression and tone were so confident that Meng Tang subconsciously spread his palms.
The remaining calluses have become thinner, but they are still different from the soft hands of ordinary girls.
Meng Tang just opened his palms slightly, as if he didn't want Wei Chuan to peek into the ugly whole picture.
"Will there be scars?" Wei Chuan's face didn't look strange at all, he just frowned.
"No," Meng Tang shook his head, "Doctor Wei prescribed ointment for me."
Wei Chuan put the garbage bag on the ground aside and asked, "Can I practice with the ball?"
"Okay." Meng Tang showed off his grasping ability, "Look."
"Let's go and practice with you for an hour." Wei Chuan took the ball out of the bag, "Did Wang Jue still give you a hard time?"
"No," Meng Tang suddenly chuckled, "He walked around me."
Wei Chuan chuckled: "He broke up with his girlfriend a while ago, and he was angry with you. Now I see, he deserves to break up."
So that's it, Meng Tang thought with evil intentions: It's a good break.
"Come here," Wei Chuan waved to Meng Tang, "Do you still remember what I taught you before?"
Meng Tang felt guilty. Remembering is just a matter of remembering, but making it is another matter.
Wei Chuan understood her expression and joked: "It wouldn't be like this if you gave some of your wood carving talent to sports."
Meng Tang: "People always have what they are good at and what they are not good at."
Having talent for one thing is already a gift from God.
There was only one standing streetlight on the basketball court, and Meng Tang’s elongated shadow was completely covered by another figure.
Wei Chuan came behind her and said softly: "Let's find the rhythm first."
Mengtang controlled the ball in the waist and abdomen, and Wei Chuan told her the details for a while.
It is compulsory for art students to take elective physical education, but the exam is not strict. The movements are consistent and three layups with both hands are enough.
Hand dribbling from the midline to a layup with his right hand, picking up the ball and dribbling it back and then layup with his left hand. The whole set of movements is difficult enough for Meng Tang.
Z There is no limit to electives, but sports electives are required for freshmen and sophomores. Even if there is no basketball, there is still football and volleyball.
With a "boom" sound, the basketball hit the rim, circled around the edge but fell to the ground.
Wei Chuan was amused, and stepped forward to support her back: "I can still get out of the frame after going around in a circle. I'm going to contradict you, why don't I punch it twice?"
It was too quiet here, his voice was so close, and the atmosphere around the two of them almost merged into one. Meng Tang was not used to it, and subconsciously moved forward.
"Don't move," Wei Chuan held her wrist and gestured with the ball on her fingertips, "Pull the ball with your fingers, use your wrist and forearm to move."
Meng Tang followed his rhythm and tried, and the basketball fell into the broken net.
"In?" She looked back and looked up at Wei Chuan.
The mouth is slightly open and the eyes are excited.
Wei Chuan lowered his head and met her eyes.
This place is quiet and dim, shrouded in light, and the outlines of two figures are vaguely outlined.
The two of them were close to each other, and as their breaths blended together, Meng Tang suddenly turned around and ran to catch the basketball, whose echo was fading away.
She didn't look back and whispered, "I'll practice it myself."
"Hmm." Wei Chuan took a step back.
In the grass in the distance, several people looked at each other, and then——
"Holy shit, this is a holy land of love, look at the hazy light, the pairs of shadows, and the banging basketball."
"It turns out he is his god-sister. He’s so gentle when he plays basketball? So what’s the point of yelling at us? "
"You're a loser."
"Get out of here."
"Brother Chuan is pretty good at dating, is this ball for playing? It's obviously for flirting, right?"
"Do you think we should go over there and scare them?"
"No, no, we'll all get beaten if we get angry."
"Get out, get out."
"Wait a minute, I haven't seen who the girl is yet?"
"You weren't there that day, were you? It seems that it's a man named Meng Tang from the Academy of Fine Arts who came to our Brother Chuan to be a model. He originally refused, but who knew he agreed again."
"So she is the one Brother Chuan confessed to?"
"It's nine out of ten, otherwise he has that free time? Do you think he has taught any girl to play ball?"
"Go quickly, don't get discovered."
After practicing for an hour, Meng Tang handed the ball to Wei Chuan.
Wei Chuan took the ball and took out a wet tissue from his bag and handed it to Meng Tang: "Wipe your hands."
"Thank you." Meng Tang took it and used two wipes before wiping it clean.
�� , "Save you a detour."
Wei Chuan: "It's dark here, I'll take you through Building 5."
Meng Tang was silent for a moment, Wei Chuan looked over, and she was actually in a daze.
"What are you thinking about?"
Meng Tang remembered his first impression of him and smiled: "I have a slightly changed impression of you."
Hum?" Wei Chuan bent down to pick up the garbage bag, "Changed? It means that he had a bad impression of me before."
log in on their first intersection is not suitable to be mentioned, it was too embarrassing.
Wei Chuan had obviously thought about it. He scratched his head and explained with confidence:
"I really didn't mean it at the time. I didn't expect that your box broke when it hit it."
"Let's go, let's not talk about this." Meng Tang could only think about the bra hanging in the palm of his hand.
Wei Chuan threw his bag on his shoulder and followed.
Fortunately, Building 5 was not far away, so the two of them walked one after the other for about ten minutes.
Meng Tang turned around and was about to say goodbye to Wei Chuan when a long shadow suddenly emerged from under the camphor tree next to him.
"Ah!" Meng Tang was so frightened that he shouted briefly.
“What’s wrong?” Wei Chuan also trembled.
Meng Tang tilted his head and looked over. When he saw the person, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s scary to be here at night.
Wei Chuan turned his head and saw a pretty girl.
"Are you okay?" He didn't move a step, and even his body was still sideways.
The girl stepped forward, glanced at Meng Tang with a pout, and asked in a low voice: "Senior, are you in love?"
Wei Chuan: "...Does it have anything to do with you whether I'm in a relationship or not?"
It was a confession at first sight, and he didn't want to provoke some romance that he didn't like.
Meng Tang didn’t want to be misunderstood, so he raised his hand and pointed behind him: "Then I'm leaving?"
"Wait a minute." Wei Chuan stopped her, "I'm not confessing to you. Why are you hiding?"
Meng Tang: "..."
Is it possible that she stayed?