The fat boy pulled her to a position and said, "In a while well pass the ball to you, you have to try your best to score, got it?"

  Jingdian thought for a moment, nodded, and scoring a goal should be putting the ball into that hoop, as a good teacher who often helps her nephew collect crops in the backyard, throwing stones into the frame is a compulsory course. Of course, she usually throws turnips, basketballs are heavier than turnips, but cant withstand the short distance, you know how big an acre of land is and how big a basketball court is, the difference between these two, you understand.

  Jing dust stood there stupidly, as soon as the game started, someone passed the ball to her, and she lost it with a single "hula hoop" throw. "Clang!" The empty shot went into the basket, and the bespectacled youth and his accomplices collectively twitched their mouths in disdain, their faces full of contempt. The fat boy and his companions all knelt down together.

  "What are you doing, you idiot! Where are you throwing to? How did you throw it into your own goal!!!!" The wooden stakes on the sidelines jumped up in a very unsettled manner.

  The fat boy glared at him fiercely, walked to Jingchens front, and patted her shoulder with his chubby paw, pointing to the basket on the other side with a good brotherly posture, saying seriously, "Brother, take a closer look, throw the ball into that basket later."

  Wiping away dust, blinking eyes, nodding head.

  The game resumed, and Fatso, despite his heavy build, showed incredible agility. He dribbled the ball with his teammates, breaking into the opponents territory, passing through defenders, and finally being blocked by Glasses Boy. Fatso instinctively wanted to pass the ball to Jingchen, but when he turned around, he was stunned to see that Dizzy was still standing in place, looking foolish. Fatso was furious, smoke coming out of his nose, and before he could even speak, Glasses Boy made a swift move, intercepting the ball and launching a counterattack.

  Fatso quickly organized a counterattack while shouting at Jingchen, "Idiot, block him and steal the ball!"

  Jing dusted off for a moment, listening to the words and rushing towards the glasses boy. The glasses boys mouth hooked up, suddenly turning around, passing the ball, his raised mouth stiffened. He didnt see clearly what Xiaoguangtou did at all, although his eyes were fixed on her. But after the ball was passed out, Xiaoguangtou disappeared instantly. When he reacted, he heard a "slap" sound, the sound of hitting the ball with his palm. The glasses boy turned around instantly and saw that Jing was holding the ball standing in the path where he had passed the ball...

  The bespectacled youth also stared blankly and knelt down. Its said that after getting the ball, shouldnt they seize the opportunity to counterattack? But this silly kid stood still on the spot, hugging the ball, looking like a fool. In just a few seconds, he was surrounded by his four teammates, and now he couldnt even move.

  "Fatsos on his knees too! What the... you idiot, pass the ball, dribble with it, what are you spacing out for?!"

  The innocent and naive blinking eyes, the pouting mouth, the children under the mountain are too unreasonable, she obviously didnt do anything, why is it always her fault? ...... Okay, thats exactly why youre wrong because you havent done anything!

  Xiao Guangtou was unhappy, so he made a bet, the monkey scooped the moon, and threw the ball behind him. "Clang!" The ball went in, but it still went into his own basket.

  Fatty is about to cry, at a critical moment, you damn it, whats wrong with your brain?!

  The bespectacled youth finally couldnt help but burst out laughing, and his eyes were filled with "loving kindness" as he looked at Xiaoguangs eyes. A whistle sounded, and this basketball game was lost without a doubt due to Xiaoguangs "betrayal". The fat man gritted his teeth, wishing he could swallow the bespectacled youth alive, but when he turned his head and met Jingchens pure and shining big eyes, all his anger dissipated. Ah, what injustice is this!

  Its rare to see the arrogant little fatty so depressed, the glasses boy feels a burst of joy, stretches out his arm and hooks the little fattys neck, "Alright, lets go, Ill treat you guys to breakfast, Little Monk, you come too."

  A fleeting smile like a flower, since coming down from the mountain, this is still the first time someone called her a monk, she immediately had a good impression of the bespectacled youth, who knew how to see through phenomena and grasp the essence, which was the most promising.

  Xiao Guangs delicate features, sweet and lovely appearance, with a hint of natural foolishness, his bright smile instantly bloomed into a flower in Ns eyes. The chubby one, with a scrunched up nose as if in distaste, had ears that were red to the point of almost being transparent, said unpleasantly, "Whats the point of bringing this fool along?"

  The glasses boy was also surprised, and he smiled softly at Jingchen, saying in a low voice, "You idiot, didnt you see that his last shot was a backhand? Hes still so accurate with a backhand shot, its definitely a great killer move if taught well."

  Xiao Pangzi just remembered that the last shot of that bald head was indeed a casual throw... OMG, genius or not?!

  In an instant, the chubby boys eyes towards Xiaoguang were filled with passion for Hongguo, but considering the chubby boys unfriendly past behavior, Xiaoguang ignored the chubby boys passionate gaze and smiled at the glasses-wearing boy.

  There is a special food street in the neighborhood, the decoration is not particularly luxurious, but it is absolutely clean and bright. More than a dozen young people occupied three tables, presumably regular customers, they put the tables together, and the store owner didnt say much.

  The breakfast was sumptuous, with a variety of dishes such as congee, dough sticks, steamed buns, three fresh buns, shrimp dumplings, lotus leaf-wrapped eggs, milk, and thick soup, all arranged neatly on the table. Although it seemed ordinary at first glance, each dish was carefully prepared, no less than those served in a large restaurant. The price was more than triple that of an ordinary breakfast shop outside, but the young people had already gotten used to it.

  Among them, the fat boy Han Xiong was the youngest, only nine years old, but looked like an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. He and the eleven-year-old glasses boy Ling Fei were the kings of the kids, often getting into mischief together. Now that a five-and-a-half-year-old Xiao Jingchen had arrived, the two suddenly felt like adults.

  The little fatty lovingly pushed all the delicious food in front of Xiao Jingyan, "Eat more, eat more, dont be polite."

  But the delicious food was almost all meat-based, such as wontons and dog meat, etc. Xiaoguangtou is a monk, isnt he? Although he has left the mountain, in his heart, he still considers himself a monk. Monks abstain from meat, looking at the plate after plate of fragrant meat dishes in front of him, Xiaoguangtou was very unhappy and glared at Xiaopangzi, leaving Xiaopangzi bewildered.

  Ling Fei pushed his glasses up and pulled back that pile of baozi and whatnot, saying "What do you want to eat? Order yourself."

  Jingdun thought that the glasses boy was a knowledgeable and reasonable person again. "I want to eat mantou and vegetable soup."

  The boy with glasses nodded decisively at two steamed buns and a bowl of tofu soup, the kind without sliced meat. He figured that should be enough for such a small kid to eat.

  The steamed buns on the mountain were all solid old-fashioned steamed buns, one could weigh half a catty. The steamed buns at the foot of the mountain were very soft and white, looking very good, but they were all hollow. Nianzhen ate two mouthfuls and finished one, four mouths finished eating, licked his lips and said, "Not full."

  Ling Fei immediately ordered two more, Jing Chen continued to finish the four in one go, then blinked his big shining eyes at Ling Fei. Ling Feis mouth twitched slightly, this time he ordered four steamed buns, Jing Chen finished them in eight bites, and continued staring.

  "Bring four more mantou!" Ling Fei almost yelled with his throat pinched.

  "No need, two is enough, I cant eat that much."

  "......" Youve already eaten enough, okay?!