Unscientific Love

As Old Wu spoke, he added a reminder: "Ye, if you decide to pursue her, you should make your move as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Ao Ye immediately laughed.

Old Wu, that fool, even advised Ao Ye to make his move sooner.

Who is the goddess Lin Yan'er? She is such a beautiful woman, a top student in the art department, with a good family background, education, appearance, and academic achievements. Such an outstanding girl must have many suitors.

But the senior's style of doing things is all too clear. Basically, her aloof and ruthless temperament scared away many suitors.

But occasionally, some courageous people will still come forward to confess their feelings.

But they were all rejected decisively, one by one.

"Okay, I got it. If I manage to win over the senior, I'll definitely treat the guys to a good meal."

But clearly, Bamboo muttered to himself, "Could it be true?"

"In the book, Ye and Lin Yan'er have had sex twice already, and it seems they're going to meet again tomorrow. It feels like a TV series."

But Ao Ye just smiled and said nothing.

After finishing breakfast, Zhu Zi said he would take out the trash.

But Lao Yang, like someone with a germaphobia who insists on doing it himself, insisted on cleaning up, making Lao Wu and Ao Ye feel very embarrassed.

But the other party had already quickly finished packing, and it was almost time.

The group grabbed their books and hurried to the classroom.

……

"Brothers, let's all keep our spirits up this afternoon. The basketball tournament is about to go from 50 to 25, and some people might be serious. Be careful."

During break, in the classroom.

With a 20-minute break, Lao Wu gave a pre-battle pep talk.

"Our team doesn't have a name yet. It would be great if we had a catchy name. When others see our team, they'll be intimidated and we can subdue them without a fight."

"The Death Squad?"

Bamboo came back from the outside toilet, her face still bearing the marks of when she slept in class, and mentioned it briefly.

"Forget it, this year's Death God wasn't Death God enough, the competition was so bad I don't even want to talk about it. I guess it might come next year, so how about we call ourselves the Monster Team?"

"The Monsters team is too mediocre, what do you think, Night?"

At this moment, Ao Ye was still writing his novel, currently updating 9000 words a day, and still needing to revise it carefully, which took up a lot of time. Hearing his brothers discussing it, Ao Ye quickly said, "It's fine, you two decide."

Afterwards, they once again entered into an intense creative process.

Today's schedule is quite full. At noon, I'll be participating in the basketball selection tournament, where the top 50 teams will advance to the top 25. After class in the afternoon, I need to go to studio 305 of the Art College to exercise with a senior student.

I haven't had time to check on the revenue generation from the game yet.

I need to sort out my life.

Besides, I promised my senior at noon that I would take a picture of the beautiful PE teacher.

He's a bit annoyed.

Why would a girl who is already very beautiful let the guy she's flirting with take pictures of other beautiful girls?

Why is that?

What was the senior student thinking?

Ao Ye was a little confused for a moment.

It seems like jealousy, but not quite.

curious?

Ao Ye shook his head.

At this point, he was inevitably overwhelmed with problems and published two 6000-word chapters of his novel, but unfortunately, both were blocked.

Has the review process become much stricter recently?

The saddest thing is that I originally wanted readers to see the chapters as soon as they were published, but after publishing three chapters in a row, all of them are still under review.

Ao Ye was momentarily overwhelmed and frustrated.

Therefore, he doesn't have time to think about the basketball team's name right now.

Even though Ling Ye sent a WeChat message in the morning saying that she would treat her brother to sauerkraut fish for lunch if she had time, Ao Ye ignored her.

During class this morning, a voice message from her suddenly came through on WeChat. When he opened it, he was almost mortified by what he heard.

It was so sweet and delicate inside that Ao Ye only listened to the whole thing carefully after putting on his headphones.

The other person meant, "Brother, you don't need to say anything. Just listen carefully or take a few breaths so she can hear you."

Then, in the second voice message, there was a girl's delicate breathing voice.

This made Ao Ye, who was originally focused on writing his novel, both excited and wanting to curse.

Ling Ye, this beautiful girl, seems to have tasted the sweetness of being with Ao Ye. She used to be very well-behaved and quiet, waiting.

Now, however, they are more proactive than ever before.

But Ao Ye didn't have time to pay attention to her at that moment.

"How about we call it the 404 team?"

It means I'm a bit busy tonight.

Old Wu was offering suggestions from the side.

"Why not call him Death?"

"So, you're determined to call that bamboo team the Death Squad?"

"It mainly suits the temperament of the three of us. Ye's shooting and dunking are killer weapons. You saw the look in the eyes of the defender next to him when he dunked that day, right? Fear. Didn't you say you wanted people to feel a bit of fear when they see our team? This name is just right. What do you say, Lao Yang?"

"I can't play ball, but it sounds scary. Like Final Destination."

"Alright, since you all think it's a good idea, let's call it the Death Team."

Old Wu glanced at Ao Ye, seemingly lost in thought.

Chapter 160 Song Yiyuan, do you have a boyfriend?

Noon, 12 o'clock sharp.

With the sound of a whistle, the second round of the basketball tournament, narrowing down the field from 50 to 25, officially began.

The beautiful physical education teacher, Song Yiyuan, was dressed in sportswear. She wore a tight black velvet top, polished tight pants, and black and white sneakers. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the front of the beautiful physical education teacher was almost covered up with something that looked like it was about to burst out, which was quite surprising.

It feels like I need to switch to C++!

Her slender waist, from hips to legs, was so delicately draped over her curvaceous figure that, from behind, she resembled the first sweet apple picked from a thousand-year-old immortal tree, a sight that would make the whole world envious.

Inside the venue, the male students participating in the selection competition were back and forth, dribbling and shooting, playing fiercely. She stood in front of the podium with a cold expression, her eyes focused on the field.

But all the time, many boys' eyes were fixed on the beautiful teacher.

Despite wearing tight pants, her sexy figure couldn't escape the burning gazes of the crowd.

In addition, the beautiful teacher exercises regularly, so she must be in very good physical condition. Compared to the ordinary fair-skinned and beautiful women that you can see at a glance, the appearance of such a unique beautiful teacher is truly a particularly beautiful sight in the school.

Moreover, after she put on makeup, her looks are in no way inferior to those of ordinary beauties; in fact, she exudes a charming aura.

Although the competition on the field was quite intense, Ao Ye, who was standing in the team, had no interest at all. Instead, he was thinking about how to complete the task of taking a picture of that beautiful physical education teacher.

If you shoot like this, you can get the shot, but the quality is another story.

Ao Ye knew his senior's aesthetic sense all too well. As an art department goddess, she was a skilled painter herself. If Ao Ye were to give her just any random photo, she would definitely get angry.

Besides, I have my own standards, and I wouldn't feel at ease if I didn't take good pictures.

If only I had Lingye's camera with me yesterday.

But this girl actually sent herself that kind of voice message this morning!

……

"Ye, I got the beautiful teacher's WeChat yesterday, how was your chat?"

Bamboo, now wearing a No. 23 jersey and a yellow headband, bumped into the stunned Ao Ye with her arms crossed.

The competition is about to begin.

As a key player on the team, why does he look so disdainful?

"We haven't talked about anything yet."

Ao Ye glanced at the bamboo; the kid seemed to have fully recovered.

"Let's chat. If you don't chat after we've added each other on WeChat, why don't you let me try?"

Old Wu joked from the side.

Bamboo laughed and said, "That won't do. The chat content will be too explosive and affect the beautiful teacher's evaluation of Ye. It would be awkward if I was added and then deleted."

"You don't know, ordinary handsome guys have seen plenty of goddess teachers of this caliber. Unless you can find another way to make them interested in you and keep them hooked, there's not much progress to be made."

"That's true, but look how long the line of boys pursuing the beautiful teacher is."

As she spoke, Zhu Zi pointed to the beautiful teacher on the stage. She saw that someone had given her a bouquet of roses, which was in a gift box. She sneered at it and then shook her head and threw it on the table.

"I dare say that most of the boys who came here today to play and watch the game, apart from a few who actually want to participate in the game and join the department team, are basically here for the beautiful female teacher."

"The world is going to the dogs."

Ao Ye sighed.

His face showed melancholy.

This……

How can I ask Ms. Yiyuan to take a really great photo of her?

Actually, what Ao Ye wanted most was for Teacher Yi Yuan to be dressed in a cheerleader outfit and lying on her side on the basketball court.

He felt that if he didn't feel anything in his photos, his senior sister definitely wouldn't feel anything either.