what to do? The school belle is chasing after me.

It was close to twelve o'clock in the evening that Hu Yiling woke up sleepy-eyed.

She opened her eyes in a daze, only to find that she was lying on the bed.

However, at this time, there was no husband Zhang Fan in the room.

Could it be that her husband ...... her just now

Hu Yiling hurriedly looked down.

What......

sIt turns out that the clothes on my body are still there.

Hu Yiling was suddenly lost, and thought that her boss had made her secret.

"Zhang Fan......"

walked out of the door, but Hu Yiling still didn't see Zhang Fan's figure.

Uh? Strange ......

It's so late, where did Zhang Fan go?

At this time, Hu Yiling's eyes fell on the final design drawing on the table.

When she picked it up, she was amazed in her eyes.

"Husband drew it so quickly?"

The high-heel design on this drawing is also carefully colored, and under Zhang Fan's pen, it perfectly reflects the design characteristics of this pointed high-heeled model, whether it is color matching or decoration, it is just right.

A little starlight dots the body of the shoe, and there is a girlish dreamy feeling.

At this moment, Hu Yiling found that there was another one under the finished picture. picked it up and took a look, and found that it was another plan they had selected before, which was Hu Yiling's favorite hollow model.

"Hmm, hasn't it already been chosen? Why does my husband still ......"

This hollow high-heel design made Hu Yiling's eyes shine.

The black rose pattern is used as a cut-out feature on the body, which not only does not make people feel dazzled, but shows the delicacy of the high heel, which is both mature and stylish, and more eye-catching than the previous sketch.

For a while, Hu Yiling was a little distracted.

It's also a great drawing......

Hu Yiling couldn't help but praise in her heart.

After putting down the drawings, Hu Yiling found that Zhang Fan's mobile phone was still at home, and it seemed that he had gone out.

My husband is really, and he doesn't say a word to her when he goes out.

Hu Yiling came downstairs with her injured leg propped up, and there was a sound of slapping the ball in the distance.

"It's so late, and there are still people playing. Hu Yiling wondered.

Taking a closer look, Hu Yiling suddenly found that under the dim light, there was only a thin figure on the court.

It seems to be ...... Zhang Fan!?hmm!A

precise three-point shot.

Zhang Fan was sweating in the dim light.

A person shoots, picks up the ball, dribbles the ball, and repeats it back and forth on the court. Occasionally, because of the injury of his left hand, the accuracy of the shot was affected a little, but Zhang Fan still gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

After all, this is the last bit of time......

It's just a temporary cramming, but it's better than doing nothing.

Another three-point shot into the frame, Hu Yiling looked at the figure running in the night from a distance, and her beautiful eyes were full of complicated looks.

A boy like Zhang Fan, she really can't find any reason not to cherish it.

Maybe it's just like the time when Zhang Fan silently insisted on liking her for eight years in the previous life, as long as he believes in something, he will work hard to do it, although it may not be fruitful in the end.

"Ha......"

Zhang Fan supported his knees with his hands, panting roughly, and the hot sweat on his head was dripping down his cheeks.

No, we have to work harder.

Just as Zhang Fan picked up the ball and was about to continue practicing, suddenly a slender jade hand holding a tissue reached over. Zhang Fan looked in surprise and saw Hu Yiling standing behind him with a smile on her face.

"You...... Why are you here?"

"Zhang Fan, you are very unkind.

"Huh?"

Hu Yiling smiled slightly, snatched the basketball from Zhang Fan's hand and said: "Isn't it unkind to practice alone without taking me?" "

But your feet are ......," Zhang Fan frowned.

I saw Hu Yiling holding the ball and saying: "I don't have to practice the ball, but Zhang Fan can't do without a coach." "

So, are you ready?"

After hearing this, Zhang Fan suddenly smiled.

"Yes, Coach!"

......

Day 2.

In the morning, the scorching sun was in the sky.

On Sunday, there were many more students in the academy than the rest of the day, and there were even students from other schools. At this time, they all gathered on the playground of the school, ready to watch the next friendly basketball game between Nanyi and the Sports Institute.

As the school's top major, the Nanyi Design Department is naturally the home team of the class basketball team.

At this time, the team represented by Nanyi, under the leadership of sports commissioner Yang Qi, was warming up off the field.

Zhang Fan, who was a substitute, wore an old jersey as before, but could only sit on the bench.

After practicing for a long time last night, Zhang Fan still felt sore. However, the biggest impact was his nervous mood at this moment, and when it came to the day of the basketball game, Zhang Fan's palms began to sweat.

Although I don't know if I will have a chance to play, I still have to be ready to face the enemy.

The basketball team of the Sports Institute is opposite them, these guys from the Sports Institute are tall and big, and there is a huge difference in strength between the two, and even many people feel that this is a game without suspense.

That's why it's called a friendly basketball game.

Chen Junfeng, who was in the team of the Sports Institute, was staring at Zhang Fan on the bench viciously.

Thinking of not being able to cripple this kid last time, Chen Junfeng felt angry.

But fortunately, it seems that Zhang Fan's kid is just a substitute, and it is estimated that he will not even have a chance to play, and when they win Nanyi, they can humiliate Zhang Fan and let him honor the ...... the gambling contract

Thinking of this, Chen Junfeng couldn't help but sneer.

"Stinky boy, I see what you are fighting me with!".