Ji Anning felt like her head was going to explode and was utterly speechless.
Was he really that handsome?
A girl beside her stood up, waving her hands at Ji Chicheng. Ji Anning gave her a sideways glance, her lips twitching uncontrollably.
On the field, every player was drenched in sweat.
Ji Chicheng was no exception. His hair was sweaty; he reached back and grabbed a handful, then quickly pulled off the sweatband on his wrist, put it on his head, and revealed his forehead as beads of sweat slid down his temples.
In that moment, his entire demeanor screamed wild and rebellious.
The ball came towards him, and without missing a beat, he caught it with one hand, dribbled, and shot from beyond the three-point line.
Unsurprisingly, it was a beautiful three-pointer.
"Ah… so handsome."
Yang Danning suddenly jumped up uncontrollably, her voice trembling with excitement.
Ji Anning held her forehead; really...
"Brother Chicheng!"
