Among the people playing basketball together, there were two older ones. Judging from the thinning of their hair, they looked to be at least fifty years old. After playing for less than half an hour, they strongly requested a break, and everyone stopped temporarily.
Oliver Yuan's physical fitness is okay, but he is a little thirsty. He just saw a large basket of sports drinks on the edge of the field and wanted to drink them, but he was not sure whether they belonged to these people or the hotel. There was an additional charge, so I held back with some hesitation. I put my hands on my knees to adjust my breathing. I thought I would wait and see if others would pick it up. It would be best if the hotel provided it for free.
Meng Lai signaled to a young boy, and the boy ran to the side of the field, took two bottles of water, and gave them to the two uncles first, while the others went to get them to drink.
Seeing this situation, Oliver Yuan guessed that the drink was probably from Bombay. He was very disappointed and thought that he might as well not drink it. He straightened up, lifted the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat from his face, and licked his lips again. The sweat was salty. He was so thirsty. What should he do? He should hold the unfinished coconut when he came down. , otherwise you should call Jonah Zhao and ask him to send coconuts. When he touched his pocket, it was too bad, he didn’t bring his mobile phone.
"Oliver Yuan, you should also drink a bottle of water," the young man ran over and handed him a bottle of Pocari Sweat and said with a smile, "I think you are embarrassed to get it."
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