In this year's campus star competition, she thinks she has a winning ticket.

One was accidentally picked by Leng Bingling.

She felt even worse, and her hatred for Leng Bingling increased a little.

Someone shouted in the crowd, "the cold school flower looks really good. She's just a little thinner. She's a little worried. She doesn't have the strength to run after the basketball game."

Zhuo Yan secretly glanced at Leng Bingling with resentful eyes. Her arms are really a little thin, and her waist and legs are also very thin.

Take back your eyes, slightly hang your eyes and look at your feet. Then your eyes slowly move up and look at your arms and waist.

Very thin! Compared with Leng Bingling, it is also the same.

Leng Bingling, who was the school flower last year, glanced at her lazily, raised her lower lip and blew a breath. The flowing sea in front of the eyebrow bone moved slightly. Today, she tied her shoulder length hair into a small ponytail and smiled, "thank you for your worry. I should understand racking and pitching."

She didn't answer Liang ran. She picked up the ball they brought and beat it slowly. She took the ball to a place about one meter away from the basketball frame. She stopped, held the basketball in her hands, narrowed her eyes, slightly raised her head and looked at the basketball circle for a while. Only then did she lift the basketball slowly, push it hard and throw the basketball gently towards the basketball circle.

The basketball broke away from Leng Bingling's hands and flew towards the basketball circle in a beautiful arc. When it was about 20 cm near the ball circle, the ball seemed to oppose Leng Bingling. It didn't fly up, but dropped down and fell on the floor. "Dong Dong..." sounded.