Chapter 3267 This Person Really Has an Evil Heart (3)

Song Shijun followed and prodded him, "Are you afraid? Last time I was in a bad state. You were lucky enough to draw. You know very well that if there is another round, you will definitely lose!"

It was unbearable to say this.

Qi Ran paused, turned around, and stared at him coldly.

Han Qiqing quickly acted as a peacemaker, "No more fights, Qi Ran doesn't want to fight, then forget it, don't force him."

Song Shijun spread his hands, "Okay, I will force you, lest you lose, and it would be so boring to say that I forced you."

Han Qiqing glared at him and dragged him forward.

"Let's go, let's find someone else to play."

"it is good."

A cold voice sounded behind him.

Song Shijun and Han Qiqing stopped at the same time, turned their heads, and looked at Qi Ran.

Qi Ran raised his cold eyes slightly, "Then let's fight, whoever wins, who has the right to speak, how about it?"

Song Shijun felt the opponent's aura.

This is interesting.

He hooked his lips and smiled, "Okay, it's only interesting if there is a game of gambling. How do you want to bet?"

Qi Ran walked up to him and looked at him.

"It's fine, anyway, I'm the one who wins."

So arrogant?

Song Shijun had never seen anyone who dared to be so arrogant in front of him in his life.

He chuckled, "The loser will definitely not be me."

As for, what's the bet?

Who cares!

Winning or losing is what matters.

Han Qiqing sensed their imminent aura and was a little worried, so she said to Qi Ran, "You don't have to pay attention to what he said, if you don't want to fight, then don't."

Song Shijun was unhappy when he heard this, "Hey! Qiqing, you traitor, whose side are you on?"

Han Qiqing smiled and hurried back to him.

"Of course I'm on your side."

Hearing this, Qi Ran frowned and stared at her.

He said softly, "Qiqing, can you cheer for me?"

Han Qiqing didn't expect him to take the initiative to say it.

After all, the two are at the same table, so it doesn't seem good to refuse.

She faltered, "That... I'll cheer for both of you!"

Song Shijun said, "No! Do you want to have two boats? No! You can only choose one!"

Qi Ran met his eyes, and rarely agreed with what he said.

"Yes, you can only choose one."

Thus, betting was born.

Whoever wins, Han Qiqing will be on that side.

Han Qiqing always felt something was weird.

At this time, the three of them had already entered the basketball hall.

The classmates next to them noticed the situation between the three of them from a distance, and had already gathered around to watch.

Outside the court, not only the students from Class S of the second year of high school were sitting, but also other students who were in physical education class.

In the arena, Song Shijun and Qi Ran stood face to face.

Song Shijun supported the basketball with his hands, walked up to Qi Ran, and provocatively pursed his lips and said, "Why do I feel that you seem to be shorter than before? Is it because you ate too many short winter melons?"

The trash talk session.

Qi Ran gave a cold look, "You talk so much nonsense, so do you play with your mouth? Mouth is the king?"

Song Shijun smiled, "My mouth is really powerful, do you want to try it?"

With that said, he threw the ball to Qi Ran.

Qi Ran caught the ball and returned to give it to him.

"You tee off."

Song Shijun raised his eyebrows and threw the ball to him again, "You kick off the ball, so as not to say that I bully you."

Qi Ran did not refuse this time.

This time it is not three-on-three like last time, but one-on-one, and the competition is strength.

Although Song Shijun's playing is not as good as Yin Shaojie's, but compared to ordinary people, he still has great confidence in himself.