The halftime break had arrived, and the game started up again, the referee's whistle, the screech of sneakers on the court, the sound of the basketball hitting the ground or slamming against the backboard, or even the cheering from the supporters of the scoring team, didn't affect Lan Mu. He maintained the same posture, the same expression.
On the other side, Yu Yesang also sat upright with a blank expression, watching the court.
Yan Zao decided to test Lan Mu. She stretched out her hand and gently poked his arm with her finger, calling out to him softly, "Lan Mu."
Lan Mu turned his face to glance at her, "What?"
His look and tone were not the indifference and detachment familiar to Yan Zao, but rather irritated. Yan Zao felt like he was upset with her.
