At this time, Sheng Chuyi and his classmates were playing basketball on the court.
Shen Zhaozhao directly pulled Sang Youyou to the basketball court.
The area outside the basketball court was surrounded by people, and almost all of them were girls.
"Do the girls in our school all like basketball that much?" Shen Zhaozhao couldn't help but exclaim.
Sang Youyou looked at her and said, "Isn't that a rhetorical question? These people don't really like basketball, but rather the people playing it."
She felt her best friend had some cheekiness in her.
In plain words, these people weren't here to watch the game, but to watch the players.
Shen Zhaozhao looked towards the center of the court, where a young man's cold, pale skin stood out in stark contrast among the others, dazzling in its fairness. His eyes and brows, however, were as if they'd been outlined with ink, deeply alluring, especially prominent among the bunch of little kids who still hadn't grown up.