Good God, Stop!

In a residential building somewhere in Korea.

The morning sun always makes people feel lazy, falling into the spacious guest bedroom, the person on the bed is sleepy, lying flat on the soft Simmons for a long time, his eyes fall on the chandelier on the ceiling, vaguely lost in thought.

The sound of the door opening made Yan Duzhou look away, and turned his head away, only to see the slender man, dragging the dinner plate in one hand, looking at him with a gentle smile.

"I've put breakfast on the table." Devil's voice was as cheerful as his expression.

"Thank you." Yan Duzhou said, and couldn't help but glance at him twice.On weekdays, he always foresees it on the field, but it is rare to see this man in such a man-eating manner. At this moment, there is still a lot of smell left after cooking on his body, which inexplicably reminds him of the words "beautiful and delicious".

After getting up and washing up, the two sat side by side at the dining table, and Yan Duzhou was surprised to find that the breakfast made by this man was unexpectedly delicious.

Devil seemed to have noticed what was going on in his heart, poured a glass of milk and handed it to him, with a slightly smug smile on his face: "I knew you were coming, and I have studied Chinese pastry for a while, isn't it very talented?" Minute?"

"That's right." Yan Duzhou was not stingy with compliments, he paused after saying two words, and then said, "If you were placed in our country, maybe you should be praised as 'virtuous'."

Hearing this, Devil smiled and his eyes were even more curved, like a ray of warm sunshine, attracting more and more attention.Just as I was about to say something, the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang twice. I picked it up and clicked on the received message to look at it. A trace of surprise flashed in my brows.

Yan Duzhou glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

Devil said helplessly: "The team is temporarily preparing for extra training, so it seems that we won't be able to accompany you for the rest of the holiday."

Yan Duzhou said "Oh", "It's really tight."

Devil shrugged: "If you don't hurry up to train and keep fit, how can you win the championship next season?"

Yan Duzhou looked at him, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and said calmly, "The champion of next season is ours."

Devil saw the firmness flashing in the eyes of the man in front of him, and the smile in his eyes became stronger: "No, it's still ours."

Yan Duzhou also laughed: "We'll know when the time comes."

Devil stared at him for a while, and finally sighed rather than Alexander, shook his head and said, "I don't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing for us to have you retreating to the second line."

Yan Duzhou was silent for a moment under his gaze, and said: "As a player, what you mainly need to control is your own personal state, and as a coach, I will be responsible for the overall situation of the team. From this point of view, for you, Maybe it's not a good thing."

There was a bit of helplessness on Devil's face, as if he recognized his words.

"However..." Yan Duzhou's words turned slightly, his eyes flicked across Devil's face, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and when he didn't recover, he pulled the devil unexpectedly, and pulled the devil into his body so unsuspectingly. In his arms, his deep eyes were soft at this moment, "After retiring, there should be many opportunities to meet like this."

Devil was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth could not help but float up. Looking at the stern face of the man in front of him, he straightened up slightly in his arms, and kissed his lips deeply, with lingering words: " In this way, I always feel that I have made a profit..."

The sunlight outside the window was still gentle, falling on the bodies of the two in the restaurant, covered with a layer of golden edges, expressing an indescribable tenderness.

Yan Duzhou's low voice came out: "After the end of the World League next season, I hope you will still think so."

Faced with such a direct "war letter", Devil's mood was obviously not affected in the slightest: "Let's talk about defeating us."