Perfect Chemistry (3)

There was a gasp from the audience. Damned, it hurt just watching!

It was only basketball. Why was he playing as though his life depended on it?

"Shijun!" Yin Shaojie had a grave expression as he ran over.

Mu Xiaoxiao and Han Qiqing ran over from outside the court as well, worried as they stood around Song Shijun.

"Shijun, are you okay? How is it? Did it hit your nose? Is there any bleeding?"

Song Shijun covered his nose, groaning softly.

Han Qiqing wanted to pull his hand away as she said anxiously, "Let us have a look!"

"Wait, wait wait…" Song Shijun said in a feeble voice. After a while, he finally looked up at the three of them. Jun Zeye stood behind and watched.

Song Shijun sighed. "Phew, it's lucky that my nose didn't become crooked."

Han Qiqing glared at him. "Take your hand away and let me see!"

"That's not a good idea, is it?" Song Shijun laughed bitterly.

"Let go!" Han Qiqing said seriously.