Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Meng Yutang knew this, but the rest of the people did not.

The fact that Meng Ling played well was known.

Sweat dripped from Gu Tingzhi's face on the ground. He put his hands on his knees and raised his eyes to see Meng Ling standing there breathing steadily.

Where did this guy come from? This physical endurance!

But he won't admit defeat until the last second.

After taking a bottle of water handed over by the girl at the side, he unscrewed it and took a sip, then lifted the water over his head and turned it upside down. The water came out of the bottle and his hair was instantly wet, mixed with sweat and slipped down his face.

After heaving a sigh of relief, he looked at Meng Ling with the bloody spirit of a young man who refused to admit defeat.

"Come again!"

Meng Ling looked at him and smiled, fascinated by a certain kind of girl around him.

"Come!"

The final score was fixed at 20:14.

With a gap of six points, Meng Ling directly became a god on the court of No. 1 Middle School.

But no one laughed at Gu Tingzhi, not only because they didn't dare, but also because they all knew that they probably wouldn't be able to score a single goal with Meng Ling's style of play.

But if you lose, you lose. Although Gu Tingzhi is unhappy, he doesn't hold Meng Ling for it. He is the one who knows Meng Ling's skills best. God knows how difficult it is for him to score these goals.

After it was over, Gu Tingzhi stood in front of Meng Ling, panting heavily and looking at the calm Meng Ling, he slowly raised a hand and placed it between the two of them.

"Welcome to Yizhong."

This... is probably a kind of acceptance.

Meng Ling was not a pretentious person either, so he immediately raised his hand to hold Gu Tingzhi's hand.

"thanks."

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This ball game was very hot on the forum post bar, and it was discussed for several days in a row, and even the matter of making up classes for all the seniors on Saturday seemed to be less annoying.

As soon as Meng Yutang came out of the bathroom on Friday night, Liu Mengna gave her a disgusted look.

"Your phone is too loud, very noisy."

Chen Zui came back early today, Wen Yan looked up at Liu Mengna from the phone, but Liu Mengna didn't speak any more after just a wink.

Meng Yutang walked to the bed and picked up the mobile phone that was left on the bed, opened it and took a look.

Shi Xiao?

The three missed calls were all Shi Xiao.

Why is he looking for me?

His eyes tightened, he went to the balcony with his mobile phone and closed the balcony door by the way.

Shen Zui glanced at it lightly, retracted his eyes and continued to look at the phone.

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Meng Yutang called back the phone.

It was quickly picked up over there.

"Tangtang."

Meng Yutang's voice responded weakly.

Si Xiao sitting in the office can almost imagine how terrified she is at the moment.

Inexplicably breathing became heavier.

"I accidentally saw your school's post bar. Have you played ball?"

Meng Yutang responded in a low voice again.

"When did you learn it?"

There was some doubt in her tone, but more of a puzzlement. They didn't know she could play under their noses?

Meng Yutang's eyes were cold, and he was silent for a long time as he watched the branches blowing in the evening wind.

In the end, when Shi Xiao's patience was about to be worn out, he heard a faint voice accompanied by the wind: "Brother, you taught me when I was young."

These words reached Shi Xiao's ears through the mobile phone's radio waves, and hit his heart hard.

It was a long time before he recovered his voice: "You still remember."

Meng Yutang responded, his eyes were already looking at the branches blowing in the wind.

How can I forget, I remember everything clearly!

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