The ninth-grade teenager with heart problems walked downstairs. Feeling it was still early, he habitually took a stroll near the playground and spotted Zhou Shuang playing basketball against a wild team.
There was nothing else to do at school; the existing activities were overly wholesome. Basketball was considered one of the most interesting and fiercely competitive activities, adored by the boys in Class Thirteen.
"Qiao Yu, want to join?" Zhou Shuang noticed Qiao Yu as well and casually called out with the ball in hand.
Qiao Yu shook his head decisively, "No, heading home."
Even though the rain had stopped, the basketball court was still a bit wet, and the players' clothes inevitably got splattered with mud.
If it were earlier, playing for a longer time wouldn't matter. But it was almost time to go home for dinner, and playing only a few games would dirty the clothes, making it not worth it.
