A Sense of Crisis

With a bang, the basketball entered the basket and bounced a few times. The sound was a little dull.

Jiang Lingzhi stopped in her tracks. She was still holding a basketball in her arms as she looked at the end of the parabola.

At the entrance of the stadium.

A black figure walked over under the light.

The young man was tall and straight. He wore a black coat and a black mask on his handsome face, covering half of his face, revealing only a pair of faint and loving peach blossom eyes. The loose hair on his forehead drooped down, making him look even more arrogant and lazy.

When he walked over, there was a basketball by his feet. He bent down to pick it up and threw it over with one hand.

With a bang, the ball went in again.

The moment she saw him, Jiang Lingzhi was very surprised. The corners of her lips curled up instantly."Why are you here?"