As soon as he entered the court, Ou Jue's gaze instinctively searched for Xiyan.
When his eyes landed on her petite figure, his originally indifferent expression softened, just a little.
Yin Qianze also seemed to be in a good mood. He chuckled softly, "Hmm, she really came."
Ou Jue, looking as though it was a matter of course, let out a light scoff, "Would she dare not come?"
With that, he took a step toward where Xiyan was sitting.
Wait, what? Don't come over here!
The fangirls sitting around Xiyan were going crazy with excitement—oh my god, the campus heartthrob was walking toward them!
Xiyan hurriedly lowered her head, chanting in her heart: Don't see me, don't see me—
"Hey, Xia Xiyan!"
Game over.
Resigned to her fate, Xiyan closed her eyes for a moment, then looked up at him.
She was seated in the front row of the bleachers, her position very low.
And Ou Jue was really tall.
The girl was sitting, while the boy stood there holding a basketball.
