Endless Pampering Only For You

There was a gasp from the audience. Oh my god, it hurts to look at it!

It's just playing a ball. Should you be so desperate?

"Shijun!" Yin Shaoxian looked at him for a moment, flying over.

On the sidelines, Mu Xiaoxiao and Han Qiqing also flew over, both worriedly surrounding Song Shijun.

"Shijun, are you okay? How is it? Has it hit your nose? Is there any bleeding?"

Song Shijun covered his nose, only screaming low.

Han Qiqing wanted to drag his hand and said anxiously, "You show us!"

"Wait, wait ..." Song Shijun said in a weak voice. After a while, he finally raised his head and pointed at them with his eyes. Jun Zeye stood behind and looked.

Song Shijun shouted, "It's dangerous, fortunately, my nose is not crooked."

Han Qiqing glared at him. "Take your hand away and let me see!"

"... Not right?" Song Shijun smiled bitterly.

"Get it! Get off!" Han Qiqing said seriously.

Song Shijun was okay, so he had to remove his hand, and immediately saw two lines of blood under his nose.

"You're bleeding!" Han Qiqing exclaimed, reaching out to help him wipe.

Song Shijun ducked away, "Don't do it, I'll just wipe it myself, don't get dirty."

Han Qiqing gave him a grimace and said silently, "What are you afraid of getting dirty at this time? Really convinced you, who would use your face to stop the ball, will you play? Is your nose all right?"

The front is vomiting, and the back is unavoidable.

Song Shijun shook his head. "Everything was said and the nose didn't crook. It just bleed a little bit. It may be broken. It just hurts a bit now. It's better to take it over now."

Seeing that he was about to get up, Han Qiqing reached out to help him, "Then come on, I will help you stop the blood first."

Han Qiqing frowned at the blood stains under his nose.

Although everyone had a nosebleed, it was a bit shocking to see how much he had shed.

Feng Shengyang didn't want to happen, and asked with concern, "Would you like to pause for a few minutes and let him deal with it first?"

Song Shijun heard that while being pulled away by Han Qiqing, he shouted, "I'm fast! I'll be good soon!"

Han Qiqing couldn't help but want to punch him, stared at him and said, "Stop talking! Stop the blood before talking."

Song Shijun had to obediently go with her and sit down.

Fortunately, Han Qiqing just bought a bunch of medicine, which really came in handy.

While Han Qiqing stopped bleeding, he vomited, "You are really stupid. Other people play with their hands. Are you playing with your face?"

"Oh, it hurts!" Song Shijun shouted suddenly.

Han Qiqing's movements lightened immediately, "It hurts? Didn't you just say that it doesn't hurt anymore? You can bear it. It may be broken and you need to disinfect it."

"Just be gentle." Song Shijun pointed her at him and said, in fact, he pretended to be in pain, and he was afraid that she would always vomit about herself, so shameful.

At this point, the basketball court is in the middle.

After Yin Shaojie and Jun Zeye looked at each other, Yin Shaojiao said to Feng Shengyang, "No need to wait, let's continue."

Feng Tianqi stared, "Do you want two to three? It's too arrogant!"

Yin Shaoxian smiled at him uncontrollably, "How? Scared?"

"Rely on! Who's afraid? Come on! When you lose, don't cry and regret it!" Feng Tianqi couldn't stand it.

Feng Shengyang did not object, but looking at the picture of Yin Shaojiao and Jun Zeye, who stood together, there was an indescribable momentum.