Lu Yichen frowned and stared at her apathetically.
He wasn't the one who sent the ball flying to her, but his teammate. It was only because he was standing in front that he instinctively asked her if she was alright.
That teammate who had smashed the ball at her certainly understood Lu Yichen's personality, so he quickly went up to pull up An Zhixin.
The boy said apologetically, "I'm sorry. It slipped out of my hand. You're not hurt, are you?"
An Zhixin totally ignored him, her eyes still riveted on Lu Yichen's face. "I… I'm a little dizzy. Can you help me to the infirmary?"
Staring at how cool he looked, An Zhixin couldn't stop her heart from racing.
In contrast to how wild and unrestrained Yin Shaojie was, Lu Yichen was proud and aloof. He had a different kind of charm, but he was still able to charm girls like Yin Shaojie nonetheless.
An Zhixin felt that she was too lucky. This was practically a scene out of an idol drama.