The Big Brother’s Little Ancestor is So Sweet

Chapter 28 The cutest tablemate in the world (28)

Luo Cimian wore a black jersey today, with the letter 08 in red in the middle, which fit loosely on the tall, broad-shouldered boy.

He wore a black sports headband on his forehead, and his jet-black hair fell on it.

He also wore black wristbands on his hands, and his skin glowed coldly.

Only then did Shi You see clearly what the chain hanging around his neck was.

It's a silver and black wing necklace, a bit like a devil's wings.

The boy casually put a straw on his milk tea.

He drank one after another.

Shiyou took a mouthful of pearls, chewed them, and asked vaguely, "Is your milk tea sweet?"

Without even thinking about it, Luo Cimian replied subconsciously: "It's very sweet."

Shiyou frowned, she looked at the milk tea in his hand, a little strange, "No way, I'm afraid you don't like the sweet one, and I specifically told the waiter to reduce the sugar, how can it still be sweet."

She knows that some boys don't like sweet and greasy things.

So for Luo Cimian's cup, she specifically told her to reduce the sugar, did the waiter forget it?

Hearing the words, Luo Cimian curled her lips, staring at her with more meaningful eyes, a half-smile: "It's not milk tea that makes me sweet."

Shiyou didn't understand, and raised his eyes: "Huh?"

His expression was a little dull, and he suddenly didn't know what to say.

The pearls in the milk tea can't be sucked out.

She is a little irritable.

At this moment, a nervous shout suddenly came from not far away.

"Gu Shiyou, get out of the way!!"

Suddenly touching the ear-piercing sound, Shiyou's heart was pounding, and suddenly began to throb.

This pain started from the heart and quickly spread to all the limbs, and it felt like the whole person was going to fly.

She didn't have time to hide, and watched a sphere hit her directly.

Shiyou subconsciously closed her eyes.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel any pain.

All I could hear was a dull snort from the boy above his head.

Open your eyes and take a look.

Luo Cimian stood in front of her, with his 1.88 meter body slightly arched, his arms slightly bent, surrounding her like a wall.

The basketball bounced off his head, but he locked her tightly without blinking.

The boy's hot breath sprayed on her forehead, and a pair of dark and bright eyes fixed on her body, anxious and flustered, and lingering fear after the catastrophe.

"Are you injured?" Luo Cimian, who came to his senses, looked down at the girl in his arms, and roughly checked her head and body, "Is there any place where I was hit?"

Shiyou's face was slightly pale, and the pain in her heart eased, she shook her head: "No, it doesn't hurt."

Seeing that she was fine, Luo Cimian breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the ball on the ground and smashed it back, and then angrily shouted towards the court, "Don't you know how to judge people! Are you fucking playing ball or playing people!!"

When playing basketball, it is common for the ball to fly out of the field and accidentally injure someone.

no big deal.

No one expected that Luo Cimian's reaction would be so irritable.

"Youyou, I'm sorry, I accidentally hit you, I'm sorry." Luo Yishen, who was wearing a ball uniform, ran over from the basketball court and said out of breath.

pomelo? Who allowed him to call that?

Luo Cimian squeezed the milk tea cup in his hand and said angrily, "It didn't hit her, it hit me."

The two seemed to be born at odds, and they confronted each other without saying a word.

"Sorry, classmate Luo Cimian, thank you for blocking the ball for Youyou." Luo Yishen said again.

"!!!" Bah, what the hell, the tone is as if Shiyou is his.