But they definitely won't like Shaq and Brother Deng.
They are fake fans, watching in vain.
"The weather's getting warmer, even a run makes me so hot, whew!"
Ding Linna shook the front of her T-shirt like a fan, and instantly the ground shook, quite a spectacle, making the slacker's eyes go wide.
"Yeah, it's really humid."
Even after leaving the court, Su Zelin's face was even sweatier.
The slacker almost immediately made up his mind.
"Nanaz, remember what we talked about at the literature club meeting last winter? When spring comes, I'll take some artistic photos for you, how about in the next few days?"
"Uh, do you really want to do it?"
Ding Linna was slightly stunned.
At the time, she thought Su Zelin was just joking. If he hadn't brought it up now, she would have almost forgotten.
"A promise is a promise, and as class president, I don't break promises. How could you doubt Teacher Su's honesty?"
The slacker said seriously.
