Yan Xiaoxi caught it, holding it in her arms, watching him play basketball in a small tank top, soon sweat drenched his back, yet there was a unique sensuality.
Looking around again, many who were playing basketball stopped and came over to watch, suddenly gathering a lot of spectators.
"Who's that tall guy? His skills are exceptional, it feels like watching the NBA."
"Yes, he looks unfamiliar, I've never seen him before."
"You guys are so ignorant. He used to be the captain of the Warhawk Team, a legendary figure."
"Wow, really?"
"Of course it's true."
"Isn't he the son of Commander Huo?"
"Didn't they say he died back then?"
"How dare you say my idol is dead, do you want me to mess with you?"
"Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay?"
...
Yan Xiaoxi stood on the side, listening to the discussions around, many were about him.
Her heart was racing a bit!
Even though his heart wasn't good, and he couldn't hear, in her heart, suddenly no one else could compare!
