"No. I've had bread with people in the dormitory in the morning."

He smiled, "You are so picky about food, and I guess you don't eat much."

Xinhui glared at him, then blushed embarrassedly: "Why am I so picky about food?"

He raised his eyebrows, and a smile still appeared on his face, "If you don't believe me, please ask Jia Peilin."

Zhou Qian looked at the smile on his face and felt uncontrollably astringent.

He is so calm and composed on weekdays and has such a time to show off his face.

She had never seen him talk so much? She seemed to be eager to ask all the thoughtful words. Today, he finally knew that he was not a taciturn person.

After the second half began, he did not play again and gave most of the playing time in the second half to his teammates.

He and his girlfriend sat under the basketball rack, watching the ball and chatting. Their movements were not very intimate, but the picture was extremely beautiful, with a faint warmth and harmony.

When he looked at the girl beside him, the lines on his side were so soft, as if he had been drawn with the softest brush in the world.

Zhou Qian suddenly remembered what Zhang Jingyi said: The so-called gentleness is only for one person.

It's for the girl in front of you.

After the game, Zhou Qian stayed to pack up the things from the School of Architecture. She knew in her heart that part of the reason was to look at him a few more times.

Many players remain on the basketball court, with several players pitching on the court.

While wearing a coat, Xiao Han was talking to the academy players, looking relaxed and happy.

Zhou Qian heard a player from the School of Economics and Management say to the girl: "Yin Xinhui, let's play with us."

From their tone, they seemed to be very familiar with the girl named Yin Xinhui, and had played basketball with her before.

Before Yin Xinhui could answer, Xiao Han shook her head, her tone was full of care: "She just finished the exam, so you can spare her."

One morning when I passed by the basketball court, Zhou Qian heard the sound of slapping the ball and looked inadvertently, and actually saw Xiao Han and his girlfriend playing basketball inside.

He caught the basketball in the air and threw it to the girl standing near the free throw line.

She slapped a few skillfully, her wrist movements were light and natural, and the basketball bounced up and fell rhythmically between her palms and the ground.

Then she held the basketball, jumped up, raised her wrist and the ball came out of her hand.

After the ball drew a parabola in the air, it fell steadily into the basket.

Even Zhou Qian, a person who can’t play basketball, can see that she has excellent basketball skills.

Xiao Han caught the falling basketball and threw it to her. She did the same thing and made easy shots one after another.

Zhou Qian remembered what Zhang Jingyi once said.

It’s not surprising that they will be together, and only if they like basketball can they play basketball together.

The sourness in my heart began to fade.

One afternoon in March and February, Zhou Qian and her friends went to the cafeteria for dinner.

At that time, it was two days before the NBA All-Star Game, and the sports news from the canteen TV was broadcasting the list of candidates for the NBA All-Star Game.

She suddenly remembered that he had such outstanding skills and must also love watching All-Star Games.

There was a scattered voice coming into my ears in the cafeteria.

"I didn't have class that morning." The gentle female voice was clear and clear, like a clear spring in the mountain stream, flowing warmly.

"Go to my place and let's see together."

The sound that is too profound clearly belongs to him.

Zhou Qian subconsciously raised her head and saw him, along with his girlfriend - they were sitting in the seat in front of her.

A tall boy blocked her view before, so she had never seen them.

He seemed to notice her gaze, nodded slightly to her to say hello, and his eyes turned back to his girlfriend opposite him.

"Will we go to the supermarket to buy things in the afternoon?" It was still Qing Lingling's female voice.

"Okay. Why are you going there?" he asked while picking up food and eating, his face lines were particularly soft.

"Buy dumplings. Didn't you say you wanted to eat dumplings last time? How about we eat dumplings while watching the competition the day after tomorrow?" The pleasant female voice was mixed with a few canary excitement, "I'll cook it for you to eat."

"All right, I'll eat as long as you cook."

"Then you help with washing the dishes."

Not long after, his voice sounded again: "Are you full?"

"Yeah. I'm full."

"Then let's go."

Zhou Qian raised her head again.

He picked up two plates, and she held two chopsticks and a spoon.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder toward the place where the tableware was collected, while talking.

She had met many couples who were dining together in the cafeteria. The girl did nothing after dinner, stood up empty-handed and left, and everything was done by the man. But she naturally took chopsticks and spoons.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that his girlfriend was very good.

I saw them again in a supermarket.

That evening, Zhou Qian and a female classmate in her class went to the supermarket near the school to buy things.

She walked around the display shelf and saw him and his girlfriend standing in front of a row of shampoos. The two of them did not act particularly intimately, but the air around them was filled with warm feelings.

She had to admit that when they stood together, they were a perfect match.

He pushed the shopping cart, his girlfriend took a bottle of white shampoo from the shelf and said something to him. He held his hands on the shopping cart and replied, his posture was extremely casual.

Every time he saw him with his girlfriend, he seemed particularly gentle, and the lines of his facial features became softer without realizing it.

When I first saw him, I was attracted by his handsome appearance and casual and casual appearance. The next few contacts from afar deepened the love step by step. But she also knew that he was exactly the same as others, and only the girlfriend around him was unique.

As long as he is with his girlfriend, everything becomes possible. He will push shopping carts, he will set his girlfriend's photos as wallpapers and pictures on his phone, and he will go out to buy medicine...

She finally knew that he would take away all his carelessness and stand in front of someone so gentlely.

"Look! It was the handsome guy who helped us play the piano last time in the hospital celebration!" The female classmate pushed her.

Zhou Qian smiled slightly: "I've seen it a long time ago."

"Is that woman his girlfriend?" The classmate still looked in that direction.

"Well, it's his girlfriend." Zhou Qian looked at the two people not far away. His girlfriend stood beside him, raised her head and said something to him. He pushed the shopping cart with one hand, put the other hand on her shoulder and walked forward.

She added: "They were together in high school and they had a very good relationship."

"High school? from the same high school? It's really good." The classmate nodded.

"Yes." She answered with great ease.

Secret love is always a one-man show. You can watch from afar, pay attention silently, and bear all the ups and downs alone.

But no matter how hard you struggle, there will be a day of ending.

From the first time she saw him, she knew that she and him were impossible. What's more, he had already had a girlfriend around him, and he was a very outstanding girlfriend?
Chapter completed!