Song Shijun snorted. &Quot; you're brooding over the basketball competition last time because you felt that your skills were not as good as mine, right? "
Qi ran still didn't say anything, his face still facing han qiqing.
Song Shijun was displeased with his attitude.
This person loved to stick to qiqing so much. Didn't he have an ulterior motive?
Finally, han qiqing finished her second round.
She rested her hands on her knees, panting.
Qi ran, on the other hand, was not panting at all, as if he had just taken a short walk.
He brought a bottle of mineral water over, unscrewed it, and handed it to han qiqing.
Han qiqing took it and wanted to open the lid to drink some water.
He stopped her. &Quot; you can drink later. You should rest first. &Quot;
Han qiqing was actually fine. Although she was tired, she had only run two rounds. She wasn't so tired that she would collapse. She would be fine after a short rest.
