The Fifty-Fourth Chapter in the Plot

Wu Mei ran out of breath, and her throat was a little sore. Then she stopped and walked slowly. The lotus root cake was still warm. After Wu Mei ate the cake in two bites, her stomach felt comfortable.

But thinking of the inexplicably missing one dime, Wu Mei and Ya Gang are in pain, and tomorrow morning when I put on clothes, I still have two cents left. This money has no legs, it can't fly away by itself, and it can't get out of my pocket. When it fell out, the pockets of the clothes made by He Biyun were so deep that they couldn't even jump out.

Wu's brows were furrowed tightly, and she couldn't understand how the dime disappeared. What's more, she owed Mei Shuhan five cents now, but she had to pay it back.

She didn't even want to ask for He Biyun, she didn't want to fight, it seemed that she could only ask Wu Zhengsi for it. Looking at the shriveled pockets, Wu Mei gritted her teeth and simply didn't do it again and again, to get herself more pocket money. Money, there is no sense of security without money.

As soon as he walked into the gate of No. 1 Middle School, Wu Mei heard the shouting. You didn't have to look to know that it must be Yan Mingshun playing basketball again. Wu Mei looked at the sky, walked to the basketball court decisively, and found it at the top of the stand. Sit down in an empty seat.

Just sitting down, Yan Mingshun just jumped up and stuffed the basketball into the frame like dumplings, and clambered on it for a few seconds. The girls next to him were all screaming with excitement, deafening, and their eyebrows were covered. My ears are in a daze, I really can't understand the madness of these people.

If Wu Zhengsi hadn't come home yet, she wouldn't want to come here to be polluted by this noise!

When Yan Mingshun jumped off the backboard, he saw the little girl who was watching on the stage. She rested her cheeks in her hands in a bored way. She didn't know where she was looking. Anyway, she wasn't looking at him, which made Yan Mingshun a little uncomfortable.

What do you do when you come to the court without watching him play?

Can other scenery look better than him playing?

On the court, Yan Mingshun is actually quite narcissistic. No, it should be said that Yan Mingshun himself is very narcissistic. In today's words, there is a 'suffocating' heart hidden under the cold skin.

Yan Mingshun couldn't help but looked at Wu Mei again, his eyes were still staring blankly ahead, unaware that he had become a sight in the eyes of others, and many people diverted their attention from the stadium and watched in unison. Wu Mei.

Wu Mei was indeed in a daze. She was still thinking about the problem of water in and out. She was chanting words in her mouth, her mind became mucus, she still didn't understand the water and water, and the more she thought about it, the more chaotic it became.

"Watch out!"

There was a sound of thunder on the ground, and everyone looked in shock at the weapon, the basketball, which was flying towards Wu Mei.

Seeing that Wu Mei was still in a daze, Yan Mingshun screamed badly. His long legs were like kangaroos. He stepped over the stands one after another, rushed towards Wu Mei, and shouted loudly, "Get down!"

Wu Mei suddenly felt that the surroundings were quiet, and he could even hear the sound of inhalation. He couldn't help but look towards the stadium strangely, just in time to hear Yan Mingshun's shout, and saw him rushing towards this side, his appearance was quite funny. , burst out laughing.

Yan Mingshun hated that iron could not become steel, he really was a fool, didn't he see such a big ball?

When Wu Mei noticed something was wrong, the ball was already in front of her, and before she could even block it, the basketball was hitting her in the face.

'boom'

Everyone couldn't bear to close their eyes, smashing such a big ball down, this beautiful little girl couldn't even smash it into a meat pie!

Wu Mei fell backwards without even humming. Yan Mingshun just happened to arrive. He frowned angrily, the speed was still too slow, and he would add another half hour to the morning run in the future.