The basketball fell to the ground and bounced.
Bo Yicheng paused and wanted to go to the infirmary directly without waiting for the person who had come to inform him to react.
The moment he passed by the boy, the boy came back to his senses and pulled him back. no, your sister is fine. She's taking someone to the infirmary.
"Can you not take such a long breath the next time you speak?"
Bo Yicheng also glanced at the boy, then said to his teammate behind him, " "I'm not playing today. I'll go to the infirmary."
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In the infirmary.
"Brother?"
When Bo Yicheng arrived, Bo Yiyi was standing by the door with her arms crossed.
His gaze followed his sister and sized her up.
Seeing that he was indeed fine, he then noticed that there was a chubby boy lying on the bed.
Zhang Mao's small face was covered in blue and purple, and there were still stubborn tears in his eyes. There was a pair of glasses on the bed, but the lenses had all been stepped on.
