Love at First Sight With Doctor He

Chapter 171:

It may be because the boys who love to play basketball all play games at home, and there is really no one on the basketball court.

There are a total of four courts, except for the two of them, only one dad and a child are playing in the court next to the net.

He Yan took off his coat and was taken by Wen Xi as soon as he was about to put it down.

"I will help you get your clothes and cheer for you."

With that said, she also matched a cheering action.

His face is full of thirst for survival.

He Yan smiled and took the clothes out of her arms and put them aside casually, hooking the basketball with one hand and pressing the back of her head with the other, leading people to the court.

"Just play around, don't have psychological pressure."

"I have psychological pressure to play casually." Wen Xi raised his head and asked him to look around.

He helped her so many times and rarely asked for it, so she was embarrassed and coldly refused.

He Yan directly ignored her begging for mercy. After dribbling the ball a few times, he quickly jumped up and shot, and after a thump, the ball fell from the basket.

He Yan passed the ball to her, "Come once."

When the ball flew towards Wen Xi, there was only one thought in Wen Xi's mind-hide!

Therefore, she turned sideways, avoided the ball perfectly, and turned her head to smile at He Yan, "Am I very quick to react?"

The next second, her smile froze, and she finally realized that she had done another stupid thing.

He Yan didn't laugh at her. He stood beside her and didn't move. He lifted his chin, "Go and pick it up, and cast it once."

"My actions are not standard." Wen Xi glanced at him with a faint mosquito noise.

You remember that when playing basketball before, all the classmates pointed to her and laughed, "Wen Xi, you look so heroic and brave when playing basketball. If you don’t know, you thought you were the magic monkey that our class stole from the zoo. Yeah!"

Yes, she was dribbling the ball with the same hand and foot. While stepping out with her right foot, she slapped the ball vigorously with her right hand. The same goes for the left, just like a gorilla dancing.

With such **** memories, how dare she show her ugliness in front of him.

It's really ugly.

She didn't know why her motor nerves were so dull. Maybe the music cells were too good. God stole the motor nerves back to cook the noodles in order to find a balance.

She often comforts herself this way, but it's useless.

The one who should be afraid is still afraid.

"Xixi, pick up the ball and pass it to me." He Yan took a step back.

Wen Xi's eyes lit up, thinking that he would not let her shoot the ball, and immediately ran to pick up the ball and pass it to him.

He Yan caught the ball quickly, his heel lifted slightly, and the basketball flew out of his hand in a wave-like arc, and fell into the basket accurately.

Before Wen Xi could cheer, he saw him quickly pass the ball to her.

This time she hugged the ball steadily, but she looked a little stupid, with her facial features wrinkled together, thinking it over again, as if the ground in her arms was not a basketball, but a bomb.

He Yan curled her lips, her voice was cheerful, "Pass it to me again."

She threw the ball to He Yan, and then watched the basketball fall into the rim again neatly.

Several times back and forth, her nerves slowly loosened unconsciously.

Suddenly, this time He Yan's password changed. It was no longer "passed to me" but "shot".

After the cooperation just now, Wen Xi had already obeyed his orders habitually. When he heard this, he threw the ball towards the basket without thinking too much.

A second later, the basketball hit the backboard and bounced towards her.

She jumped aside and avoided.

He Yan chuckled, "Can you be more stupid?"

Wen Xi's smile disappeared suddenly, and he lowered his head, feeling a spicy face.

Sure enough, there was still embarrassment.

Look, she is tied to basketball, this is the fate.

Her cheek was suddenly held by a warm hand, she raised her eyes and saw his eyes full of sorry.

"Are you angry or sad?"

Wen Xi lifted his chin, but looked away, "Nothing, I just feel a little tired, so I can rest for a while."

Stupid, stupid, backbone is still important.

He Yan lowered her head and whispered in her ear, "I just like your stupid look, very cute."

Wen Xi's body suddenly stiffened, his blood was boiling and his breathing tightened.

Is this a formal confession?

"Don't be nervous, and don't be afraid of embarrassment. You are not a basketball player, and you don't need to play. Playing is just for relaxation."

Pat her shoulder, "Vote again, you can."

Obviously it is a very common comforting word, and it seems to have magical power when it comes out of his mouth, and Wen Xi always subconsciously listens to it.

Holding the basketball, she hesitated, "Then me, try again?"

He Yan smiled, "The way you play is very handsome."

The corners of Wen Xi's mouth curled up unconsciously, and he took a deep breath, suddenly feeling that his whole body was full of power.

The goal was still not scored, but she thought she had improved.

He Yan walked behind her, taught her the pitching posture, slowly adjusting.

She glanced back from time to time, and when she saw his lips and nose close to her ears, her heart jumped.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, so that he could listen to his words and stop being distracted.

He Yan took the ball back tirelessly and continued to teach her when a ball was thrown out but not in.

Thirty minutes passed happily.

During these 30 minutes, Wen Xi was sweating, his face flushed, and he just couldn't make a goal.

At this time, the cheers of the children came from the nearby stadium, "Oh! The ball is in! The ball is in!"

Wen Xi panted and looked over. The kid rode on his dad's shoulders and put the basketball into the hoop.

The child was about three years old, and he invested at the age of three, although it was cheating.

Ke Su, Wen Xi lived nearly 20 years old and still did not make the first goal in her life.

"Want to do that?"

Wen Xi returned to his senses, reacted after two seconds, and shook his head violently, "I'm not a kid... Hey!"

She lightened her legs, and He Yan held her whole body upright, holding her waist and lifting her up.

"Vote."

The basket was close in front of him, and Wen Xi panted and glanced down.

The warm temperature of his hands came from his waist. In this second, she put the ball into the basket and realized that she suddenly fell in love with the sport.

"The ball is in." He Yan smiled and put her down.

Wen Xi smiled happily, and wanted to turn his head to talk to him, when the phone ringing came from next to him.

"I'll answer the phone."

After dozens of seconds, He Yan hung up.

Looking at her, "Xixi, I have to go."

Wen Xi's smile faded slightly, but he nodded firmly, "I'll see you off."

He Yan wiped the sweat from her forehead, "It's still raining outside, so stay tuned."

"It's all right, it's raining." She turned her back suddenly, paused, and said, "Let's go."

After walking a few steps away, Wen Xi looked upset, what was going on with his sudden depression.

She tried to keep her emotions down, barely pulling out a faint smile.