Thinking of Deer Fei Fei

The hostess was in charge of the referee. When she blew the whistle, her cheeks were bulging like a puffer fish.

The small feeding bottle in Fei Chang's mouth was open, and the staff helped them fill it with milk in advance. He only needed to turn around—fill the milk into the next person's feeding bottle—turn back.

But he thought the second step was too simple.

Behind him is a purple-haired member of the men's team, with an official height of 1.8 meters five.

He took the route of handsome boys, and I heard that he was the eyeliner in the team.

As soon as the two got close, the eyeliner started laughing.

cluck cluck, cluck cluck.

Laughing milk bottle can't hold it.

The other party's feeding bottle always bumped into Fei Chang's feeding bottle, Fei Chang really couldn't figure it out, this person has such good eyeliner, doesn't he look like a Parkinson's patient?

Fei Chang was so angry that he was about to die.

He was one of those very conscientious people.

Others are on the show to gain exposure, but he is not, he really wants to play games.

Even if eating chicken can never win, there is a big difference between falling into a box and running two steps before being beaten to death, right?

Fei Chang simply put his hands on his shoulders, pulled him closer, and then bowed down and poured the milk into the other's bottle.But even so, more than half of the milk is still wasted.

50ml is less than 20ml left in a blink of an eye.

The eyeliner turned around unsteadily, and passed the milk to Chen Yueyang who was behind him.

While they were passing milk, Fei Chang stood there motionless and stared.

From his point of view, this scene is quite absurd.

His male god was infinitely approached by another man in front of him.

Chen Yueyang had no expression on his face, his eyelashes drooped slightly, blocking the disgust in his eyes.

But in the eyes of good people, this is a bit like the shyness before kissing.

The audience below started booing, and the hostess said coquettishly, "Wow, it's so eye-catching."

Only Fei Chang could see that Chen Yueyang was disgusted with being so close to other men.

Fei is very happy.

But when he thinks that he himself is "another man", Fei Chang feels sad again.

They are in Group A, and they were delayed by the eyeliner after the two passes. Group B is now almost at 100ML, and they are half of them.

Chen Yueyang covered the wheat on his chest, and said to the eyeliner: "You and I change places."

The person in charge of eyeliner didn't realize it, and said like an idiot, "Huh?...but this is in order of height."

Chen Yueyang had no tone: "Then I will suggest to the program crew to measure the height on the spot."

"...Please, please."

So when Fei Chang turned around for the third time with the bottle full of milk in his mouth, he was so scared that he almost dropped the bottle.

What, what's going on!

Why did the people behind him become brothers! !

The giraffe shook exaggeratedly and turned back subconsciously.

The whole place burst into laughter.

Amidst the laughter, the giraffe turned back tremblingly, and found that the person behind him was looking at him with helpless eyes.

Both of them had small milk bottles in their mouths and could not speak.

Chen Yueyang raised his head slightly, his thin red lips moved, signaling Fei Chang to pass the milk quickly.

Fei often dared not move.

Chen Yueyang pointed to Group B, where 120ML had already been passed.

Fei Chang still didn't dare to move.

Chen Yueyang smiled.

It's strange how someone can smile so nicely with such a stupid bottle in their mouth.

Under the eyes of everyone, Chen Yueyang leaned forward, grabbed the tall man by the collar, and pulled him towards him.

It's like spring climbing a willow branch and letting it bend down to approach the spring.

They turned slightly and did not face the camera. This is a bit like borrowing a seat to kiss in an idol drama, but at least the filmmakers never do fake scenes for real.

The milk converged into a milky white water line, which flowed from Fei Chang and flowed into Chen Yueyang.

They were so close that Fei could often see the reflection in the male god's eyes.

In Chen Yueyang's eyes, there was a baby giraffe whose whole body was burnt red.

Embarrassed, pitiful.

He followed his Tibetan antelope brother step by step, bowing his head when he was asked to please, humble, and looked at the object of his admiration.

Fei Chang is tall, but in front of Chen Yueyang, he always puts himself very low.

The milk was passed without leaking a drop.

Chen Yueyang patted Fei Chang on the shoulder amidst the hostess' booing, then turned around and passed the milk to the eyeliner.

Unfortunately, their group lost in the end.

But the game is played with this kind of uncertainty, if there are scripts, it would be too boring.

After the results of the competition were announced, the sponsor gave each player of the winning team a carton of milk.

The prize was not worth a few cents, but Chen Yueyang stared at the box of milk for a long time.

The host immediately asked: "Yueyang also seems to want a prize?"

Chen Yueyang added drama to himself casually: "I like drinking this brand of milk very much."

Facing the camera, he smiled and said the advertising slogan of milk—he knew that this shot would never be reduced, and he could also please the brand sponsors. Now he just lacked this kind of "down-to-earth" and not LOW brand endorsement.

The speaker has the heart, and the listener has the heart.

Standing in the last row as a decoration, Fei Chang couldn't help imagining the scene of his seniors drinking milk.

It's like playing frame by frame in slow motion——

The young man's Adam's apple rolled, and the sweet milk slowly swallowed into his throat.He probably drank too fast, and accidentally choked on it, and the milky white liquid dripped down the corner of his lips...

Whoa, whoa, whoa! !

Fei Chang was extremely fortunate that he was now standing in the last row.