My throat suddenly became a little choked up-in fact, no one has cared about him like this for a long time. He always doesn’t like to talk to others. If others don’t talk to him first, he may never know a new person.

"Why are you so kind to me?" Ji Hantian tried not to let Xia Jing hear a lump in her throat. "Let’s go."
"Well," Xia Jing nodded. In fact, her heart was also very contradictory. She was just a little worried that this day would be sad in the cold weather, so she came back when he was just hesitating whether to go.
Cheeks still seem to remain, and the temperature of fingertips becomes low-paying and hot in cold days.
"Do you like me?" I don’t know why I spit out this sentence, but I suddenly remembered Chu Chen’s words, and soon Ji Hantian felt a bit of an asshole. He didn’t know what he was asking, and his memory became clear in his heart for so long, and he also asked the idiot question’ Do you like me?’ If there was no such thing, then why should she be kind to herself?
But I still went to tell her about Anxi’s messy things. In fact, I don’t know whether I like Anxi’s feelings or whether it is an inexplicable dependence in my heart, because she is the first girl to appear in my life. But she has gone so far that she can’t touch it anymore.
I think of Chu Chen’s words "cherish it" in my ear. In the cold weather, my heart suddenly becomes warm and there are fewer people worth cherishing. Maybe this is the best way. What’s the point of pursuing things that are illusory and no longer there?
"Ah?" Xia Jing some become speechless, she felt if she heard wrong.
"Er Xiaoyou" ladder Righi suddenly turned to look at Xia Jing in cold weather.
"What’s the matter?"
Xia Jing looked up and saw that Ji’s handsome face was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, her mind was a blank sample. Finally, she felt that the burning temperature of her cheeks was Ji’s cold temperature.
"Nothing, I just want to say that I think I like you …" Ji Han bowed his head and the nose still had a faint aroma of the girl’s face.
Pulling a nerve of Xia Jing suddenly wetted her eyes. Ji Hantian pursed her lips and looked up to see a pear flower with a rainy face and a smiling face. "You idiot."
Sunday, December 9 at 2: 00 p.m.
Members of the Nanchuan No.7 Middle School basketball team once again gathered at the entrance of the Olympic Sports Center Gymnasium.
Today, Fang Yuan led them to watch the finals of the East-West Division, and Nanchuan No.4 Middle School in the West Area confronted Dongchue High School in the East Area, and Nanchuan No.7 Middle School will compete with their winners for the championship.
Having said that, everyone knows that Dongyue High School wants to make it to the finals, which is different from talking nonsense. This time, going to the scene is not so much to watch a game as to see how No.4 Middle School insults Dongyue High School.
And the most important thing is that Fang Yuan hopes that each and every one of them will take a serious look at his opponent, the king’s division that can dominate Nanchuan for many years.
It’s not easy for the players to play by themselves. Although as early as a month ago, No.4 Middle School had shown their proud strength like more than 60 high schools in the city, almost no one in Nanchuan No.7 Middle School would carefully brew and observe that time, because at that time, no one thought that a month later, it would be them in the final.
The atmosphere of the stadium is very strong
After all, it’s a winning team. Compared with yesterday’s Yunshan bleachers, the atmosphere of the No.4 Middle School students has been different. In the bleachers, the students directly hung out "King No.4 Middle School dominates Nanchuan!" Such a mighty banner
Dongyue High School has lost momentum by more than a week and a half, and the gap between the two teams is even wider than yesterday’s game.
The game is in such an unbalanced atmosphere.
Chuchen looked at LeJunZe’s first appearance. He was in a trance. I didn’t expect him to get the main position in the master cloud 4.
"No.5 Zhang Yang No.7 Jiang Zhe Su Yi No.12 Le Junze, this is the stable starting of No.4 Middle School, plus their MVP-level point guards can be enemies." Fang Yuankou, a five-person starter, said.
"You have a good look at these four positions carefully. Everyone in the other team is the absolute core. In No.4 Middle School, they form a difficult star array around the MVP point guard. It can be said that No.4 Middle School is above all other teams in Nanchuan! This sentence is not bad at all. "
Listen to Fang Yuan’s dull and depressing words. Ji Hantian swept the starting lineup of No.4 Middle School. All five of them were already on the court, and their faces were moving from calm to stiff. By the way, it is no wonder that such a strong team as No.4 Middle School can’t be so restrained. How can such a team win the game?
When Ji Hantian saw the boy in No.4 in No.4 Middle School, he suddenly froze-that ordinary and lazy face and that iconic little eyes were so familiar to Ji Hantian, although I haven’t heard from that person for a long time, that person occupied a very important position in Ji Hantian’s heart.
"What’s the name of that MVP?" Ji Hantian turned his head and wondered, and the boy who is also a teacher and friend in his memory is too much like it.
……
That is the Liuhuo Stadium in Nanyun District.
"Hey, what’s your name?" Ji Hantian’s basketball hit his foot because he didn’t adjust to speed up the pace, and was directly kicked out. A teenager picked up the basketball and threw it over.
He looks very ordinary, and he is as tall as Ji Hantian. He is 1.75 meters tall, but his eyes are very small, which makes him look a little lazy, like he will never sleep.
"What’s the matter?" In the face of a complete stranger, Ji Hantian never knows how to communicate with others and knows his name. This kind of thing is even more familiar to Ji Hantian.
In front of the boy obviously can’t reach this level.
"If I want to teach you to play basketball, I must know how to call you." The teenager said casually with his hands in his pockets.
Ji Hantian’s eyes lit up. Although I don’t know if this young man is strong or not, what he lacks most now is that an experienced person has been guiding him to practice for several weeks, but he always fails to see any results.
"Then how can I believe that you have that ability?"
"Believe it or not," the teenager smiled and spread his hand and shrugged his shoulders. "There is something wrong with your dribbling method. The power of hitting the ball is too small. When the basketball stays in your hand, you don’t have enough control over the basketball. You will have a feeling that you are always running with the basketball instead of letting the basketball be under your control. You can try to increase the dribbling power."
Ji Hantian looked at the boy with a track record and tried to speed up the three-step basket again.
"Hey, you walked, but the luck was just right this time." The teenager suddenly said when he saw that Ji Hantian was a little messy and hugged the ball to prepare the basket. "Hey, I said, are you going to let me keep calling you’ Hey’?"
"My name is Ji Hantian. You can call me Xiaotian." Ji Hantian smacked his tongue and said awkwardly, "What about you?"
"Call me Brother Feng." The teenager touched his head and felt a little embarrassed to let others call him that. "Or call me Ah Feng. My family lives on the second floor opposite. I have seen you for several weeks."
"After that, you came to teach me every day?" Some teenagers are excited to hold basketball in the cold weather, but just saying a word will have an immediate embodiment here in the cold weather.
"I can’t do it every day. My school usually stays in the Western Jin Dynasty and doesn’t go home until weekends. Every weekend after I see you, I will come." A Feng thought for a while.
"Now?"