you and the champion are mine

That night, Li Xun slept very deeply, and Song Yang slept more deeply than him.

In the morning, the bracelet on his wrist vibrated several times, he unconsciously pressed it off, turned over and got into Li Xun's arms, and squeezed a calf between Li Xun's legs.

Li Xun, who was half asleep and half awake, accepted it happily, adjusted his sleeping position to be more comfortable, and put his chin on Song Yang's head.

Within half a minute, the two fell asleep again.

After Wu Jianian washed up, he waited in the room for a full 10 minutes, but there was no notification from Li Xun. He wondered if the two of them overslept by turning off the alarm clock, so they took their room cards and went down.

With a sound of "嗞—" the door opened gently.

After seeing the postures of the two on the bed, he was stunned, but quickly pretended nothing happened, and retreated at the speed of light.

He quietly closed the door, leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, and made a bold reasoning and analysis of the two people's actions last night in his mind.

In the end, he came to a conclusion—he bumped into something he shouldn't have bumped into.

When Li Xun was still on the school team, everyone secretly discussed it, wondering if the coach had suffered some kind of emotional injury, so he was not close to women. Today he finally came to a conclusion.

After recovering, he knocked on the door again, and Song Yang responded in a panic: "Wait, wait a while! I'll be fine soon!"

Wu Jianian frightened him: "I'm coming in."

"Wait a minute! I'm not wearing panties!"

Song Yang scrambled and crawled, put the bedside table and chair back to their original positions, reached out and poked Li Xun's waist: "You're still laughing!"

"Why are you so ink-stained?" Wu Jianian glanced into the trash can as soon as he entered the room, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Very good." After Song Yang finished speaking, he got into the bathroom, and just after rinsing his mouth, Li Xun followed behind him and closed the door.

Song Yang lowered his voice to inaudible: "What are you doing?"

Li Xun lowered his head and pecked his lips: "Give a reward to the child who sleeps well."

Song Yang laughed so that two dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth. He grabbed Li Xun's pajamas and pulled them towards him, buried him in his bare chest and breathed hard, looking a bit like a cat sucker, or a drug addict.

Li Xun pinched his butt: "Hurry up and brush your teeth and go downstairs for breakfast."

Song Yang hugged him: "Leave me a piece of clothing to wear when you leave."

It was rare for Li Xun to hear his slightly coquettish tone, and his tone automatically softened: "What's the matter? You don't have enough clothes?"

Song Yang smiled shyly, glanced at him, and quickly buried him in his arms: "I want to hug you to sleep, I like the smell of you."

Li Xun breathed a sigh of relief and tried not to deal with him on the spot.

Brushing your teeth and washing your face, this kind of thing that can be done in 5 minutes at ordinary times, is seriously timed out after falling in love.

It was not until Wu Jianian urged outside that the lips and bodies of the two reluctantly separated.

They happened to meet Yu Shenwei when they went out.

Yu Shenwei was very surprised: "Coach, why do you live here?"

Li Xun didn't change his face: "I'm here to ask Song Yang to borrow a power bank."

Yu Shenwei: "Oh."

Wu Jianian glanced sideways at Li Xun, growling in his heart: Can it really be made up, borrowing a power bank and borrowing it on someone's bed?

As expected of an old fox who is a round older than them, this psychological quality is really strong.

Probably because I realized that I got up late yesterday and there was not enough food. Today's Korean team members left early. When Song Yang and the others arrived, the Korean team had already eaten half.

There are not many seats in the restaurant. They looked around and found that there were only three vacant seats opposite An Zhiyu, but there were two arrow boxes on the table, as if they were helping classmates to occupy seats in the library.

Li Xun said: "You go and eat first, I will eat later."

Song Yang pulled him: "Squeeze together, you can sit on my lap."

Li Xun said: "I am very heavy."

Song Yang: "It's okay, I can bear it."

Yu Shenwei was the first to walk over, patted the things on the table, and asked the opposite: "Whose thing is this? Hurry up and take it away, we have to eat, why is there no quality at all, this is a library?"

The two people on the opposite side glanced at him, without making a sound, they buried their heads in eating.

"Hey——" Yu Shen raised his breath slightly, "What do you mean? It's farting when I talk? If you don't take it away, I can throw it outside!"

Wu Jianian tugged at him: "They probably don't understand Chinese."

Yu Shen sneered slightly, hooked Song Yang's shoulder, and pointed the other finger at the opposite side: "Come on, you can translate it in English for them, 'This is the territory of China, you can't even understand a word of Chinese. Are you embarrassed to come here? The team has no money, please translate? Don’t think that winning a game is a big deal. Grandpa, I will win back sooner or later. If you are sensible, take your crap away as soon as possible, and don’t hinder grandpa from eating!'”

Song Yang curled his lips, and was speechless about Shen Wei's statement. Although he didn't like the South Korean team, he wasn't a troublemaker either. He tapped on the table and waited for the person facing him to look up before politely saying: "This is a public area, please take your bows away. ( This is a public domain, please take your bows away.)”

Yu Shenwei was a little surprised, turned his head sideways, and lowered his voice: "I just said so much, why is it just this short paragraph, have you read it all?"

Song Yang: "English is short, the meaning is almost enough."

Li Xun held back his laughter, but Yu Shen took it seriously on WeChat.

He slapped the table, like the debtors in film and television dramas, bared his teeth aggressively, and clenched his knuckles: "Understood? Get the hell out of me after eating." He looked at Song Yang again after yelling , pointing at the opposite side: "This sentence can also help me translate the translation."

Song Yang looked at An Zhiyu: "Youuand?"

Yu Shenwei understood this sentence: "I asked you to turn over the last sentence, but didn't ask you to turn over the first sentence."

Song Yang said: "Fuck off, I won't turn over."

Yu Shenwei gritted his teeth: "Trash."

Song Yang's fists were clenched tightly: "You can turn over!"

Yu Shenwei: "I can't do it, I'm worse than you."

"..." This is the first time Song Yang has seen this kind of swearing that hurts eight hundred enemies and one thousand, and he really can't find words to describe him.

On the opposite side, An Zhiyu watched them all the way, and said in a mouthful of plastic Mandarin: "The things are not mine."

"Fuck!" Yu Shen was slightly startled, "You fucking understand Chinese and didn't say anything just now! Are you watching a play here?"

An Zhiyu ignored him.

Yu Shenwei noticed that the consignment note pasted on the outside of the box was printed in Korean.

"Whose is not yours?" He pushed the box, but he couldn't control the strength of his hand. The box slid out of the table and just hit the bowl on it, and the hot soup spilled all over An Zhiyu's hands and thighs. .

He screamed and stood up, shook his hands, widened his eyes, and muttered lines often found in Korean dramas, roughly meaning that you are crazy.

Song Yang understood this sentence, so he bumped into Yu Shenwei and asked him to apologize quickly.

But Yu Shenwei himself has a bad temper and a strong temper. He stuck his neck and refused with seemingly reasonable grounds: "Why do I apologize, it was originally their property, and I'm being polite if I occupy the latrine and don't shit. It's over!"

His attitude completely irritated An Zhiyu. He swept around the table and grabbed all the chopsticks in the storage basket with one hand.

Seeing this action, Song Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

An Zhiyu's face was distorted by anger, and he threw all the things in his hands at Yu Shenwei. Before everyone could react, he picked up the bowl of wonton that had just come out of the pot and faced Yu Shenwei Wei splashed it on her body.

The fire at the city gate affected Chi Yu, and it was too late for Song Yang and the others to hide. The hot soup splashed on the team uniforms they had just changed, and when he hid back, he bumped into Li Xun's arms.

"Are you okay?" Li Xun was startled.

Song Yang lowered his head and pulled the hem of his clothes: "I'm fine." It's just that the clothes are dirty.

The worst was Yu Shenwei, the noodle soup almost covered him from head to toe, he was burned to the point of tap dancing, quickly took off his clothes, and pulled his pants while cursing.

A wonton slipped into the waistband of his trousers and fell out of his trouser legs, followed by rotten noodles. The scene was so embarrassing and embarrassing, while An Zhiyu and his teammates laughed wildly at the side, and some even took out their mobile phones to record.

Soon, large areas of skin on Yu Shenwei's neck, shoulders and arms began to turn red and numb from the heat.

"Fuck!" He rubbed the corner of his eye that was poked by the chopsticks just now, and cursed in a low voice, "You're fucking tired of work!"

After speaking, he picked up the stainless steel tray with snacks on the table and threw it towards the opposite side. An Zhiyu sideways dodged, and the tray made a big hole in the wall with a "bang".

Immediately after that came the bowls, chopsticks and food. The two of them came and went like a snowball fight, and they threw everything that could be smashed on the table.

The scene got bigger and bigger, and the guests who were sitting at the table were all scared away, and the staff of the hotel also ran out of the kitchen, watching them beating in confusion.

Song Yang and Li Xun tried to step forward to stop them, but the two of them were already red-eyed, as strong as a buffalo, and after breaking free, they directly punched each other.

Yu Shenwei took An Zhiyu's fist in his stomach first, retched, then picked up a chair and threw An Zhiyu on the head.

"I'm relying on you to go crazy!" Wu Jianian stretched out his hand to stop him, but he couldn't stop him, and instead was accidentally injured by a stool.

Many sports students are monsters with well-developed limbs, especially excellent athletes, who are absolutely unwilling to admit defeat, or endure it and not cause trouble, but if they fight, it is no different from that on the field.

Fist to the flesh, every move is fatal.

Li Xun shouted to his own people in the distance: "What are you still doing, hurry up and help!"

Several Chinese team members who were half-eaten also picked up the guys on the table and came over aggressively.

Li Xun was speechless: "Hurry up and help them pull them!"

The gang put the guy down again.

Everything happened so suddenly, the sound of cracking tables, chairs and benches, and girls' screams mixed together, making the scene even more anxious.

Yu Shenwei and An Zhiyu had rolled on the ground and were beaten, one had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and the other had his neck and hair strangled, and it was inseparable for a while.

Yu Shenwei spat on the face, An Zhiyu went completely crazy, he raised his foot to touch Shenwei's open crotch, and heard an "ow".

All the boys at the scene gasped.

This is often the case. What was originally an insignificant matter, when both parties refused to bow their heads, continued to ferment and reached the point where it was difficult to salvage.

The incident finally ended when the police came forward.

The Mandarin of the two security policemen who came was even more plastic than An Zhiyu's. There were some substandard Mandarin mixed in Cantonese, and a few English words popped out from time to time, which made people confused.

But it can be seen that they are trying their best to find a way to communicate with everyone, and they also cooperate with many movements in their bodies.

The two teams were worried that their own people would suffer, so they explained in a hurry, but it was basically a chicken-and-duck discussion, and there were all obstacles. The police had to ask the person in charge of the homestay to inquire about the situation, and finally told them that the matter was serious and that everything that was broken would be destroyed. Compensation, otherwise can not leave.

After listening to Li Xun's translation, Yu Shenwei said: "Compensation is natural, but this matter is the first choice of the surname An, and the compensation is half of each person. I am only responsible for my half."

Li Xun sneered: "You still know that the AA system is required."

Yu Shenwei didn't hear the sarcasm at all, and stuck his neck: "That is, although I fought, I am definitely a quality person."

Song Yang: "..."

The smashed tables and chairs, plus windows, walls, decorations, etc. add up to about [-] RMB.

For the vast majority of student parties, this is a sky-high price, but Yu Shenwei belongs to that minority. He brought nearly [-] yuan in cash alone, and used credit cards for the rest.

An Zhiyu didn't have that much money, so his companions scraped together and lent him some, not even a small change. In addition, the game was about to start, so he frowned, his whole face turned pale, and kept He chanted Korean, which no one could understand, and then went out to make a phone call, presumably to ask for help from his family.

Li Xun and Song Yang changed their clothes and went downstairs. Just as they were about to leave for the gym, a pair of tall, middle-aged men and women rushed over from not far away.

The man wears a very short, negligible crop, his figure is out of shape, and his beer belly is bouncing around.The woman is very thin, with curly hair draped over her shoulders, and she runs in a mess.

Li Xun immediately recognized this man as the middle-aged man who stared at him with An Zhiyu for a long time on the field yesterday, and this woman...

The moment he met her eyes, both of them were stunned.

"Master," Song Yang pushed Li Xun's arm, "Let's go."

Li Xun's legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, motionless, his face was stern, and his eyes were extremely cold, an expression Song Yang had never seen before.

It looks a little strange.

Song Yang followed his gaze, and the woman on the opposite side also stared at him blankly, her lips trembling slightly.