Don't mess with me, I'm super fierce

The relationship between Wei Borong and Jing Zewen is getting better day by day. Jing Zewen is a talker, and when someone around him turns on the cock-sister mode, he will chatter endlessly.

After a long time, Wei Borong got along well with Zhou Li and Jing Zewen, and they gradually started talking more.

Weibo has few words, but he talks to people.

When it comes to topics that are a little bit interesting, I will chat a few more words, and only when facing Meng Yu, will I start the dick mode.

At first Meng Yu thought he was a quiet and introverted guy, but after getting in touch with him, he realized that he was talkative and mean.

Holding other people's pigtails proudly like a two hundred and five.

When Wei Borong transferred to No. [-] Middle School, it was already the middle half of the first semester of senior high school, and it was near the end of the semester. After several small tests, Wei Borong's grades were not up or down, and he was not favored by the teacher.

Meng Yu looked at his papers, and many unscored questions were empty, very simple questions, Meng Yu vaguely felt that this person did it on purpose, and those students who failed to pass the simple questions would do it.

Meng Yu really couldn't understand Wei Borong, he always felt that he seemed to hold back a lot of things, and his usual smile was either real or fake.

In a rare physical education class, the athletic physical education teacher led the students in the first and second grades of high school to finish the warm-up exercise and let them go freely.

The sports committee took two gay men to borrow sports equipment.

Badminton and table tennis were all sold out.

Jing Zewen hugged a basketball and was going to play basketball with gay men with Zhou Li.

Meng Yu and Jing Zewen stood next to the big basket and shrugged helplessly. They were one step too late, and the basket was already empty.

A girl came up to invite Meng Yu to play badminton. Meng Yu covered his forehead with his hand and glimpsed the blazing sun above his head. He shook his head and refused.

He is afraid of heat and cold.

I don't like sports in summer, and I don't even bother to move in winter.

If Wei Borong hadn't said that he wanted to play basketball, he wouldn't even look at those equipments.

"There is no equipment, let's find a cool place to hide, it's too hot." The sports training clothes worn in physical education class are very loose.

Wei Borong nodded and searched around for a shelter, but saw Meng Yu's nose wrinkled slightly, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and cheeks, his face was white and rosy under the sun.

Looking down, Meng Yu has narrow shoulders and a small face. The collar of the clothes is slightly larger and hangs loosely on the shoulders. The hem of the clothes reaches the thighs, as if wearing a skirt.

His eyes dimmed slightly, his throat moved up and down, and Wei Borong moved his face away with difficulty.

As soon as Meng Yu moved, the collar slid to one side, revealing his white and sweaty shoulders and beautiful collarbone.

Suddenly his lips were dry, maybe it was too hot, Wei Borong raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat from his head.

The weather was so hot that Meng Yu didn't notice Wei Borong's strangeness while protecting himself from the sun.

These days, Wei Borong has grown taller, half a head taller than Meng Yu.

Meng Yu tilted his head and looked up at him. The man almost grew a hair under his stare.

"Wei Borong, you ate..."

"Hey, Meng Yu, Wei Borong, let's play basketball together!"

The basketball on his fingertips spun rapidly, Jing Zewen trotted to Wei Borong's side and patted him on the shoulder, the smile on his tanned face looked like a brilliant sunflower in full bloom.

Wei Borong didn't slap his hand off, and said calmly, "Where to fight?"

Jing Zewen pointed to the basketball court not far behind, "There!" A bunch of people were already playing basketball there, including seniors and other classes.

Wei Bo nodded slightly and signaled: "Let's go, now."

Meng Yu opened his mouth in surprise and wanted to say something, but Zhou Li glanced at him.

"gone."

Meng Yu doesn't like sports. He has hardly touched any sports equipment from junior high school to high school, but he has a good physique, running and jumping is not a problem, and he also fights.

Born with a strong physique and magical motor nerves.

Wei Borong and Zhou Li went to play basketball.

Meng Yu sat under the tree with his arms crossed, staring at the group of energetic teenagers who were running around on the basketball court and sweating wantonly.

The stadium is full of sweaty smell, full of dust and sweat smell, Meng Yu can't understand why they like to fight for a ball in the sun and run all over the field, just like the group of people running in the sun Can't understand why he likes to hide in the shade instead of playing.

This is the first time Meng Yu saw Wei Borong playing ball. He ran very fast, dribbled the ball skillfully to avoid the opponent who was chasing and trying to grab the ball, and took off with his arms over the top of his hair, with bulging veins on his arms. , The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell into the ball frame accurately, fell to the ground and popped out of the field.

The ball went in, Zhou Li and Jing Zewen rushed forward and slapped Wei Borong.

The game continues.

Meng Yu smacked his lips and silently applauded him in his heart.

After knowing each other for so long, it turns out that Wei Borong is such a good player.

Intermission.

Wei Borong seemed to be tired, and trotted towards Meng Yu.

The person approached, bringing up a gust of wind, which carried the smell of laundry detergent and sweat on his body.

"Is there a wet tissue?" Running around in the high temperature, Wei Borong's breathing was a little short, and his cheeks were flushed.

His face was covered with sweat.

Meng Yu touched his trouser pocket, there was indeed a bag, and he threw it directly to Wei Borong.

Wei Borong sat down beside him, and slowly wiped his dusty hands before wiping his face and neck.

"Stop playing?" Meng Yu looked at the figure still running on the court.

"Well, tired."

"It's so hot, you have good physical strength."

Wei Bochen wiped his sweat with his neck up, and glanced at him with an ambiguous smile: "How can I cure you if you are not physically strong?"

"Hehe, I just don't want to argue too much with you."

"is it?"

"Otherwise, do you think you can really beat me?" As a boy, you can't lose face.

Meng Yu turned his face away and ignored him, but his eyes quietly fell on him.

The people around him were expressionless, their hair had grown a little, it was not as short as when it was just cut, only a side face showed a high nose bridge, and the distance from the eyes to the nose and mouth was just right.

This is Zhang Neng's face that makes girls scream. As a boy, Meng Yu also thinks that Wei Bo's length is very good, but this person's character is good and bad.

Jing Zewen seemed to like playing basketball very much. He ran on the court throughout the class and never stopped. Zhou Li went to rest under a tree for ten minutes, chatting with Wei Borong.

He didn't take the initiative to talk to Meng Yu, and Meng Yu didn't bother to open his mouth. Meng Yu could tell that Zhou Li didn't have a good impression of him. He usually looked polite, but in fact his attitude was very cold. Let me talk too much.

Meng Yu wondered if Zhou Li had that kind of intention towards Wei Borong.

If so, it's interesting.

Thinking about it, Meng Yu curled his lips secretly, smiling wickedly.

Wei Borong didn't know what was going on in his mind, but it definitely wouldn't be something good.

The author has something to say: I watched Class A for three years recently, and the soda really exploded with A, but why is the film so black [cover your face]