Endless Pampering Only For You

Qi Ran jumped off guard and shot.

"Not good!" Song Shijun realized he was going to make a three-pointer.

Jump up to stop, but it's late.

The basketball draws an arc in mid air and flies towards the hoop.

However, did not enter.

Qi Ran snorted, "It really doesn't work."

He said his three-pointer was bad, and it didn't seem to be fake.

Song Shijun was relieved.

Just wanting to continue, the bell rang at the end of the class.

Qi Ran didn't care. The two teams were tied and tied. He didn't lose.

Han Qiqing came over holding two bottles of water and handed them each one.

Qi Ran smiled at her and said, "Thank you."

Song Shijun's expression was not so good.

Han Qiqing saw that he was unhappy, but Qi Ran was there, and he couldn't speak comfortably, so he let Qi Ran go first.

Qi Ran asked her, "Is there a place to take a bath? I'm sweating all over and want to wipe it."

Han Qiqing nodded and said, "It's there, but it can only be used by the basketball team. That ... I'll let Shijun take you there."

She looked at Shijun.

Song Shijun glanced at her and said, "I see, I'll take him."

Han Qiqing smiled.

The other students left the basketball hall and she found a place to sit and wait.

Dressing room.

Song Shijun took Qi Ran in, found a towel, and threw it to him.

"new."

Qi Ran caught it and nodded, "Thank you."

He randomly chose a compartment to enter.

When Song Shijun heard the sound of water, he simply took a shower in a compartment, which was right next to Qi Ran.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear a humming song next door.

He was speechless. Is this still a cold man? It's almost the same.

He flushed out the sweat and came out.

Qi Ran is still washing.

After a few minutes, this talent came out.

Song Shijun found that he actually washed his hair.

Qi Ran came over and asked him, "Is there a hair dryer?"

Song Shijun, "... No."

Boys generally don't use a hair dryer. They just dry their hair after washing their hair, and then do it by themselves.

Qi Ran wiped his hair with a towel, and handed him the towel, "Give it back to you."

Song Shijun, "..."

Can he hit someone?

outside.

Han Qiqing waited for boredom and started Weibo.

On the front page, she saw someone pushing a novel and looking at the introduction, which seemed very interesting.

The underworld master enters the school in disguise, and bends the person he likes step by step.

Huh?

美 美 文?

Han Qiqing didn't read Yan Meiwen, but she rarely voluntarily went to see it.

This tweet caught her attention.

She kept it in her hand, and saved it when she had time.

At this time, Song Shijun and Qi Ran came out at the same time.

Song Shijun said, "Let's go and go back to class."

Han Qiqing laughed. "You should slow down a bit and you can escape a class."

Fortunately, the next lesson is not an important lesson.

Song Shijun glanced at Qi Ran next to him, "blame him, it's enough to wash off the sweat and wash my hair."

Han Qiqing hurried to be a peacemaker, "I'm sweaty on my head, it's uncomfortable for me. Let's go and go back to class."

Fortunately, she didn't talk much at the same table, so she didn't quarrel.

When the three returned to the classroom, the class was almost halfway.

Because it was Han Qiqing and Song Shijun, the teacher didn't dare to say anything, and welcomed them back with a smile.

The day ends.

Qi Ran left after class.

Han Qiqing was packing slowly, still thinking in his mouth, "I knew I would still let you be the president of the Student Council. There are so many things, and there are meetings. How can I learn?"