Love at First Sight With Doctor He

Chapter 171

Maybe it's because the young guys who love playing basketball are playing games at home, so there are really no people on the basketball court.

There are four courts in total. Apart from the two of them, there is only one father and his child playing in the next court separated by a net.

He Yan took off his coat and was about to put it down when Wen Xi took it away.

"I'll help you get your clothes and cheer you up."

As she spoke, she also added a cheering gesture.

His face was full of desire for survival.

He Yan took the clothes out of her arms with a smile and put them aside casually. He hooked the basketball with one hand and pressed the back of her head with the other, leading him to the court.

"Just have fun, don't feel any pressure."

"I feel psychological pressure even if I just play around." Wen Xi looked up at him and looked at him begging to be bypassed.

He had helped her so many times and rarely made requests, so she was embarrassed to refuse coldly.

He Yan ignored her begging for mercy. After dribbling the ball a few times, he quickly jumped up and shot. After a thud, the ball fell from the basket.

He Yan passed the ball to her and said, "One more time."

When the ball flew towards Wen Xi, Wen Xi had only one thought in his mind - hide!

Therefore, she turned sideways and perfectly avoided the ball, and turned to smile at He Yan, "Am I very quick in my reactions?"

The next second, her smile froze, and she finally realized that she had done something stupid again.

He Yan didn't laugh at her. He stood aside and didn't move. He raised his chin and said, "Go pick it up and throw it in once."

"My movements are not standard." Wen Xi glanced at him and said in a thin voice.

She especially remembers that when she was playing basketball, all her classmates pointed at her and laughed, "Wen Xi, you look so heroic when you play basketball. Those who don't know think you are the magic monkey that our class stole from the zoo." Woolen cloth!"

Yes, she was dribbling with the same hand and foot. When she stepped out with her right foot, she hit the ball hard with her right hand and the same with her left hand. She just hit it back and forth, just like a gorilla dancing.

With such bloody memories, how could she dare to show her shame in front of him.

It's really ugly.

She didn't know why her motor nerves were so slow. Maybe her music cells were too good, and God stole her motor nerves to cook noodles in order to achieve balance.

She often comforted herself like this, but it was of no use.

What should be feared is still fear.

"Xixi, pick up the ball and pass it to me." He Yan took a step back.

Wen Xi's eyes lit up, thinking that he wouldn't let her shoot the ball, so she immediately ran to pick up the ball and passed it to him.

He Yan quickly caught the ball, raised his heels slightly, and the basketball flew out of his hand in a wavy arc and fell into the basket accurately.

Before Wen Xi could cheer, she saw him pass the ball to her quickly.

This time she hugged the ball steadily, but she looked a little stupid, her features wrinkled together, and thinking about it again, it seemed that she was holding a bomb instead of a basketball.

He Yan curled his lips and said in a pleasant voice, "Pass it to me again."

She threw the ball to He Yan and watched the basketball fall neatly into the basket again.

After going back and forth several times, her nerves slowly relaxed unconsciously.

Suddenly, He Yan's password changed this time. It was no longer "pass to me" but "shoot."

After the cooperation just now, Wen Xi has become accustomed to obeying his orders. As soon as he heard this sentence, he threw the ball towards the basket without thinking too much.

A second later, the basketball hit the backboard and bounced toward her.

She jumped to the side and escaped.

He Yan chuckled, "Can you be any more stupid?"

Wen Xi's smile suddenly disappeared, and he lowered his head, feeling that his face was burning.

Sure enough, it was still embarrassing.

Look, she is tied to basketball, this is her fate.

Her cheek was suddenly held by a warm hand. She raised her eyes and saw his apologetic eyes.

"Are you angry or sad?"

Wen Xi raised his chin but looked away, "No, I just feel a little tired. I just need to rest for a while."

Even if you are stupid, you still need to have integrity.

He Yan lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "I just like your silly look, it's very cute."

Wen Xi's body suddenly stiffened, his blood was boiling, and his breathing was becoming tight.

Is this, is this a formal confession?

"Don't be nervous, and don't be afraid of being embarrassed. You are not a basketball player, and you don't need to compete. Playing is just for relaxation."

Patting her shoulder, "Shoot again, you can do it."

Although they were ordinary words of comfort, they seemed to have magic power when they came out of his mouth, and Wen Xi always obeyed them subconsciously.

She held the basketball and hesitated, "Then I'll try again?"

He Yan smiled, "You look very handsome when you play ball."

The corners of Wen Xi's mouth curled up unconsciously, and he took a deep breath, suddenly feeling that his whole body was full of strength.

The goal still didn't go in, but she thought she had made progress.

He Yan walked behind her, taught her the pitching posture step by step, and adjusted it slowly.

She would glance back from the corner of her eye from time to time, and when she saw his lips and nose close to her ear, her heart would beat rapidly.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down so that she could listen to his words and stop being distracted.

A ball was thrown but did not go in. He Yan tirelessly picked up the ball and continued to teach her.

Thirty minutes passed happily.

In the past thirty minutes, Wen Xi was sweating profusely, his face was red, and he just couldn't score a single goal.

At this time, children cheered from the nearby court, "Oh! The ball has gone in! The ball has gone in!"

Wen Xi gasped and looked over. The child was riding on his father's shoulders and put the basketball into the basket.

The child was about three years old, and he made a shot at the age of three, although it was cheating.

However, she, Wen Xi, has lived for nearly 20 years, and still has not scored the first goal in her life.

"You want that?"

Wen Xi came back to his senses, reacted two seconds later, and shook his head violently, "I'm not a child...hey!"

Her legs lightened up, and He Yan picked her up vertically, grabbing her waist and lifting her up.

"Vote."

With the basket in front of him, Wen Xi panted and glanced down.

The warmth of his hands came from her waist. At this second, she put the ball into the basket and realized that she suddenly fell in love with this sport.

"The ball went in." He Yan smiled and put her down.

A cheerful smile appeared on Wen Xi's lips, and she wanted to turn around to talk to him, but the ringtone of her cell phone came next to her.

"I'm going to take a call."

After dozens of seconds, He Yan hung up the phone.

He looked towards her and said, "Xixi, I have to go."

Wen Xi's smile faded slightly, but he nodded firmly, "I'll give it to you."

He Yan wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "It's still raining outside, please stay well."

"It's okay, it's just raining." She suddenly turned her back, paused, and then said, "Let's go."

After walking a few steps away, Wen Xi looked annoyed, wondering what was causing his sudden low mood.

She tried hard to suppress her emotions and managed a faint smile.

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