Everything was going on in an orderly manner, and He Sisi, who was busy going back and forth throughout the playground, finally took a break to sit down and take a rest.

Zhuang Wenche on the side took a few pieces of unused paper and folded them into the shape of a fan, blowing the cool breeze.

"Are you hot?" Zhuang Wenche said and handed the fan over.

"Fortunately, it's not hot, just tired."

He Si waved his hand, took out her water glass from the table pocket, opened it and drank it in one gulp, "Fan yourself."

As time passed by, Zhuang Wenche took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and turned on the screen. The big numbers of five and twenty were displayed on the screen.

"It's finally almost over."

He breathed a sigh of relief, looking relieved.

"This time the basketball club is looking for more people."

He Si counted the list in his hand, and then looked at the team with more than a dozen people.

"Can't they all stay?"

"Of course not. There are limits. It won't work if the number of people is too small, and it won't work if there are too many people."

"Then we can only find time to screen again. Next time you screen people, you still..."

"Senior, is your name He Si?" Zhuang Wenche was interrupted mid-sentence by the boy who suddenly rushed out.

"ah?"

The three of them looked at each other in shock for a few seconds, neither of them realizing what happened.

But in the end, it was Zhuang Wenche who was interrupted and took the lead to break the deadlock, showing his slightly dull anger.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you see that you were busy?"

Junior high school student Xu was frightened and stood there for a while unable to answer the question.

He Si on the side poked Zhuang Wenche and winked at him, hinting him to stop talking.

"Oh, what am I like? What happened? Just tell me."

"This..." The junior took out a letter from his back and handed it over, and said cautiously: "A senior asked me to give this to you, so I just ran an errand."

"Huh? Oh, okay, thank you." He Xiang took the letter and said thank you.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll leave first." As the junior boy left, he even took a peek at Zhuang Wenche.

"Look how scared you are!"

"Then he interrupted me before I finished speaking. Doesn't he know that this is rude?"

"It's so noisy here that he probably didn't hear clearly and he's just an errand boy."

"How do I know he is an errand boy!"

"..." He Xiang sighed helplessly, "Why are you still acting like a child? What do you care about with him?"

"I'm only one year older than him, so he's a child so I can't be the same? And you're two months older than me, why don't you know how to let me go!"

"Huh? Isn't that what we are talking about? Don't stray away from me."

"I don't!"

"Okay, okay, my fault, I misunderstood you."

"Perfunctory."

“Exceptionally sincere.”

"What is this?"

Zhuang Wenche glanced at the pink envelope with disdain and underestimated: "It's still pink, how old-fashioned!"

"What are you underestimating? I don't know."

"oh……"

The air seemed to have frozen, and both of them stared straight at the pink envelope for ten minutes, long before the bell rang.

"You..." He Xiang spoke first, but had no choice but to say one word.

"I won't look at it, I won't look at it, you can enjoy it yourself, I'm going to close the stall."

As he spoke, Zhuang Wenche stood up and put away a pile of papers on the table. He stood there and counted several pages of information sheets back and forth several times.

He Si looked at him from the side, angry and funny: "Are you sick? I told you this! I want to pack your things quickly, the bell has been ringing for a long time!"

"Then why don't I clean this up?"
Chapter completed!