"Bang--"

The tennis ball hit the racket and made a solid muffled sound.

In early December winter, Hu Qiao only wore a thin white sweatshirt and was sweating profusely in the tennis court in the stadium.

"It's amazing!" The girl opposite the net turned the racket and gave Hu Qiao a thumbs up.

Hu Qiao tilted her head and took off her forehead strap, and smiled so hard that her eyebrows were bent: "I'll give in!"

"Where are your seniors? Don't you fight me?" The girl and Hu Qiao walked to the sidelines to drink water, "What's wrong? Are you quarreling?"

Hu Qiao held his thermos, took a sip of warm water, licked his lips with his tongue, and sat on the chair: "I've been a little busy lately, and I've been staggering my time with my senior."

"Yeah?"

A male voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Hu Qiao, who had just sat down, stood up again with a "swish".

The tall boy wore a long military green coat with white fur, which was lined with a black sweatshirt similar to Hu Qiao's style.

He has fair skin and gentle facial features, wearing black-framed glasses and a backpack, and he looks like an academic school at first glance.

This equipment is obviously not for playing basketball.

The senior handed over a look with the girl beside him, and the girl quickly carried her sports backpack and "retired successfully"

"Listen to me, you can take the opportunity to play basketball if you have classes in the afternoon?" The senior sat on the chair beside Hu Qiao, "What are you doing while standing stupidly?"

Hu Qiao had no choice but to sit down, clear her throat, and pretended to say, "Hasn't you seen you busy graduating recently? It's hard for us to wait for the shrimp soldiers and crab generals to disturb the study of the divine homework!"

"That's what you said." The senior smiled gently, and said unforgivable, "just as if you had less disturbed me before."

"Yeah!" Hu Qiao sighed, lowered his head and turned his tennis racket, "Who is with us? We care so much, so stingy!"

"I want me not to care?" The senior handed the mobile phone with the illuminated screen to Hu Qiao, "Come with me to apologize?"

Hu Qiao lowered her eyes, and the ticket numbers for two movie tickets on her mobile phone.

"Tonight... I'm going to start the project report..." Hu Qiao felt sorry for her.

"Your proposal report is still early." The senior put away his cell phone and stood up, "It's settled."

Hu Qiao quickly refused: "I really won't go..."

"Joqiao." The senior frowned slightly and interrupted Hu Qiao's words, "What's wrong?"

Hu Qiao stood there like a scolded elementary school student, "It's my personal reason..."

"Is it because of the rich second generation who pestered you?" asked the senior.

Hu Qiao lowered her head and was silent.

The senior held Hu Qiao's arm in both hands, took a step back and bowed with concern: "Are you threatened by him?"

Hu Qiao quickly shook her head: "No, he is not that kind of person."

"Do you know what kind of person he is?" The senior frowned even more. "You are not suitable for him."

"I know." Hu Qiao nodded seriously, "I always knew."

The senior doesn't understand: "Then you..."

"No one is suitable for me." Hu Qiao bit her lower lip and said with difficulty, "I'm sorry, senior, we shouldn't play ball together in the future."

-

He Liangyu has been very annoyed recently. Hu Qiao is a stinky girl who doesn't eat it, and she is determined not to be nice to him.

Whenever he thought of that chaotic night, He Liangyu became even more upset.

Just play hard to get, be reserved, just take it, anyway, I won't give him a good face.

I was asleep, but she was cold for two days and then I posted it back.

He Liangyu looked at the dense letter formulas on the draft paper and felt his chest tight and his breathing was not smooth.

——Fuck it.

The little girl cried pitifully that night and begged herself to let her go.

Hu Qiao really didn't plan to be with him.

He knew that Hu Qiao was drunk, but he knew that Hu Qiao had no consciousness and could not make a correct judgment.

But he still did that.

The first time I was reckless and impatient, I even hurt her.

Ahhh... He Liangyu, you are really not a human being.

He Liangyu put his arms flat on the table, lowered his head and took a deep breath.

The table was knocked lightly twice, and He Liangyu looked up and was a boy with black-framed glasses.

"Can you take up a few minutes?" The boy smiled politely on his face, "I am Hu Qiao's friend, I want to talk to you."

-

"Let's just go." He Liangyu was too lazy to move after leaving the study room, "Let's say a long story."

The boy also stopped and stood in front of He Liangyu, straight to the point: "Are you pursuing Hu Qiao?"

He Liang raised his eyebrows, curled the corners of his lips, and looked at the boy in front of him with playful thought: "Guess."

"I can't guess." The boy answered sternly, "but I ask you not to hurt her."

He Liangyu stood up straight and pinched the pen he was carrying in his pocket with his fingers.

"If you just want to play, Hu Qiao is not a good choice." The boy leaned forward, lowered his voice, and looked at He Liangyu's eyes calm but firm, "I won't let you go, either."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and was straightforward and did not give He Liangyu a chance to speak harshly.

He Liangyu looked at the boy's back and found it both funny and annoying.

He and Hu Qiao have known each other for six years.

Their emotional entanglement can be traced back to high school.

What kind of identity does the Four Eyes use, who stand on whose standpoint, and why should they use their ability to warn him?

Are you fucking worthy?

"grass."

He Liangyu cursed unhappily.

It's so fucking unhappy.

He lowered his head and turned on his phone, turned to Hu Qiao's phone and dialed.

The phone call that had been busy for half a month was shut down this time.

He Liangyu hung up the phone, thinking that the stinky girl must have blocked herself.

He walked back to the study room, packed his books, and then called out as he left the classroom.

"Hey, help me find something."

-

Hu Qiao played tennis for an afternoon and returned to the dormitory in sweat at 7 pm.

The takeaway ordered in advance and placed it downstairs. She carried it upstairs and ate while watching the show.

"jingle--"

A cell phone on the desk prompts a text message.

Hu Qiao stared at the tablet and casually cut the message.

According to the ICBC transfer tip, she earned 1,000 yuan in her bank card.

Hu Qiao: "????"

Scam information? Or is it a careless person who transfers money wrong?

However, before she could be depressed for a minute, another message came over.

According to the ICBC transfer tip, she earned 10,000 yuan in her bank card.

Hu Qiao whispered the chopsticks: "I'll go...is it fake?"

She opened the ICBC app on her mobile phone, and before the advertisement of the screen reminder ended, the third text message came.

According to the ICBC transfer tip, she earned 100,000 yuan in her bank card.

The hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

Hu Qiao clicked on his bank card balance and was shocked by the number that started with the word 1 inside.

A pie fell from the sky?

What the hell is this?!

Immediately afterwards, the last transaction was earned one million.
To be continued...