MTL - Male God’s Freestyle Flirting-Chapter 257 Rose

The next day, Tang Xia, who ran into Han Yu at the gate of the city gymnasium, smiled and beckoned—"Han Yu!"

At that time, the boy was walking side by side with the coach, when he heard the voice, he subconsciously turned back.

Tang Xia had already put on a smile all over her face, but she ignored the coach beside Han Yu, and it was too late to react.

The coach looked at her, touched the girl's embarrassing expression, shook his head helplessly, and patted Han Yu's shoulder with his hand. important!"

"I know." Han Yu nodded without glancing at him from the corner of his eye.

The coach was a little depressed, and the pace when he left was very frustrating.

Then Tang Xia trotted over with a silly smile, and asked with concern: "Did you rest well yesterday?"

The teenager stayed up late the night before to wish her a happy birthday, so he slept all day. Tang Xia never called or sent a message to contact him, just wanting him to have a good rest before the game.

So now, it is the first meeting and communication between the two after my birthday.

Han Yu asked without answering, "Have you received everything?"

Tang Xia was taken aback, and the first thing that popped up in his mind was that special number.

"Accept...I received it," she whispered, "Thank you Han Yu."

The boy raised his hand and gently touched the girl's head, "That's good, I was so sleepy last night, I don't even know how many messages I sent."

Tang Xia was taken aback again.

She looked up in surprise, and when she met Han Yu's eyes, she still felt burning face, "You don't know?" the girl murmured.

Han Yu said that he didn't know how many messages he had sent. Is the number 520 a coincidence?

Tang Xia frowned, and a puzzled expression caught the boy's eyes.

There was a faint smugness between his brows, like the starlight that can only be seen through thick clouds, making his whole face shine brightly.

"I don't know," Han Yu shook his head sincerely, and then asked again, "No, have you counted?"

Tang Xia happened to be in a daze, and when she heard the words, she almost responded with a "hmm". However, she reacted quite quickly, and suddenly realized that if she admitted that she had counted, how would Han Yu answer when Han Yu asked her how many entries she had?

You can't just say dryly—yes, I counted, 520.

How embarrassing.

Tang Xia twitched and said indiscriminately: "There are probably more than five hundred, and I didn't count them carefully." She said this, and she was afraid that Han Yu would misunderstand that she didn't read the content of his post seriously, so she quickly explained, "But every sentence I have All-"

"Well, I know," the boy cut off the conversation before Tang Xia could finish speaking, "Then what's your answer?"

About five hundred?

Han Yu smiled lowly.

How could this girl fool him?

It is already known that there are more than 500 articles, how could it be possible that there are more than 500 articles?

He deliberately sniffed her out, with cunning hidden in his eyes.

"Answer?" Tang Xia wondered, "What answer?"

"Snow in the north, would you like to visit with me every year?"

The girl was startled, and slowly raised her head to look at Han Yu carefully.

He tilted his head slightly, narrowed his eyes into slender lines, and raised his eyebrows slightly, engraving a different kind of expectation.

Tang Xia bit her lower lip, her vision suddenly blurred, "Every year?" She pursed her lips and smiled, with the same shy and joyful expression, "Yes, I am very willing!"

"Tang Xia, you are wrong." Han Yu frowned.

"Ah?" The girl's smile froze on her face, unable to figure him out.

"The accent I just said is on 'with me', not on 'every year'."

He watched her sternly emphasize, earnest enough to be childish.

"Do you need me to repeat it again?" Han Yu asked patiently seeing Tang Xia's eyes were distracted.

"No, no, no," she shook her head quickly, and said clearly, "I repeat it a few times, and my answer is still the same, yes, very willing."

As soon as the words fell, Han Yu smiled with satisfaction. The smile was shallow at first, but later it became bigger and bigger, spreading from the eyebrows and eyes, creating a delicate and charming face.

"So good." The boy reached out and pinched Tang Xia's cheek as if coaxing a child.

It feels soft and warm to the touch, with a touch of hot fingers.

Tang Xia blushed even more. She wanted to retreat but did not dare to retreat. She reminded him in a low voice, "It's time to go in, don't be late for the game..."

Han Yu withdrew his arm and snapped his fingers handsomely.

"Let's go and meet Xiao Chi."

That's right, today's opponent in the semi-finals is the Qinggong Academy led by Xiao Chi.

Because the simulation game was held before, No. 1 Middle School and Qing Gongyuan actually have some understanding of each other, including who the opponent team uses as the core of offense and who is the object of rebound protection, etc. They have a vague impression. Although the tactics will definitely be adjusted, the overall situation does not necessarily change greatly. Han Yu can clearly understand the shortcomings exposed by Xiao Chi in the last game, and the latter has at least mastered some of his shortcomings.

While watching from the sidelines, Tang Xia couldn't help sighing: Sure enough, the closer the final was, the more people came to watch the game. Not to mention the stands were full, even the aisles were full.

I really don't know if the excited girls are for Han Yu or Xiao Chi.

Tang Xia sighed, thinking about something secretly, she glanced inadvertently, and saw a black shadow flashing in front of her. Immediately, a pair of pure black basketball shoes with red laces stopped in front of him.

Because she was sitting on the floor, she slowly raised her head following her sneakers.

That person just squatted down excitedly.

"Tang Xia!"

Xiao Chi's round face, whenever he sees it, is full of vigor.

"It's you," the girl smiled politely, "If you don't go to your team, what are you doing here?"

She remembered that the last time Xiao Chi was scolded by the coach of Qinggong Academy.

"I heard that today is your birthday?" Xiao Chi waved his hand nonchalantly, and immediately answered happily.

Seeing his joyful expression, those who didn't know thought it was this guy's birthday.

Tang Xia was amused by him, and replied earnestly: "Yes, but I actually had a good day yesterday."

Yu Man, who dozed off on Tang Xia's arm, lazily opened his eyes and complained about Xiao Chi—

"What should be blessed or what should be given as a gift has already been completed, young man, you are late."

Tang Xia was afraid that Xiao Chi would not come to the stage, so she hurriedly said, "It's all right, don't listen to her nonsense."

Xiao Chi was not as regretful as he expected, he still smiled and said jokingly: "Although it is late, the gift has to be given." He may be tired from squatting, his feet alternated, and one knee slightly touched the ground, " Look, what is this?"

Tang Xia cast her eyes on Xiao Chi.

I saw his right hand stretched out from behind, squeezed his thumb and index finger tightly, and closed the other three fingers, and slowly handed it out to the girl.

She can't laugh or cry.

"Is it another trick of comparing hearts?"

"No way," Xiao Chi retorted immediately, "Look, I'll see you off."

Tang Xia was stunned, turned her gaze, and unexpectedly found that between Xiao Chi's two fingers, there was a delicate and beautiful rose.