Auxiliary super fierce

"It's okay." Fang Chi recalled Wen Tu's neat look when he beat Fang Zao last time, and he wasn't worried about him being at a disadvantage, not to mention that Wen Tu didn't have any visible wounds at all, "Did you not be restricted by long johns?" ?”

Hearing this, Wen Tu put the punctual time back into his pocket, reached out and lifted his trouser legs: "No."

"Who are you fighting with this time?" Fang Chi waited for Wen Tu to come to him, then looked at Wen Tu carefully, "You are not injured, why did you come to the hospital?"

Wen Tu raised his hand and showed Fang Chi the Band-Aid on his hand, "It hurts."

"Wow, what a big wound." Fang Chi stretched out his hand and gestured on his band-aid, then retracted his hand and applauded him, "Can you still play professionally with such a serious injury, or retire and go home to recuperate?"

Wen Tu lowered his hands, stared at Fang Chi for a while, twitched the corners of his mouth, turned and walked towards the base.

I don't know what the meaning of his smile is, no one answered, Fang Chi didn't feel embarrassed, and strode to follow.

"It's a fan of AST." Wen Tu heard footsteps behind him, turned his head slightly, looked at Fang Chi, and said as he walked, "During the fight, he tore off his clothes and saw the AST [-]rd anniversary fan support shirt he was wearing underneath." Impressed."

"Oh." Fang Chi was stunned for a while before realizing that he was answering the last question, "You fight and tear people's clothes? Why did he beat you?"

"It wasn't intentional..." Wen Tu said, "I don't know why he hit me, but he knows me."

"I know a lot of you. Are you a street mouse? Everyone shouts and beats you." Fang Chi exhaled, and turned his head to look at Wen Tu, "Call me next time you go to the street."

"..." Wen Tu nodded and said in a low voice, "I don't often fight with people."

"Yeah." Fang Chi smiled, "It was only a few times, and I bumped into them all."

Wen Tu touched the tip of his nose and stopped talking.

The two of them walked back to the base as if they were taking a walk. They were silent all the way, each with their own thoughts.

The small saplings outside the base sprouted new shoots, tender green ones, hidden on the bare tree trunks, growing against the cold wind in early spring.

Wen Tu entered the base, put the time back first, and then returned to the training room.Fang Chi went back to the training room one step at a time. As soon as he entered, Yi Fan sat on the seat, holding the arm of a little wooden figure, as if he had been robbed of more than 80 dragons.

About half an hour ago, when Fang Chi received a call from Wen Tu and asked him to pick him up, he was tinkering with the little wooden figure that Qin Yu gave him by Yi Fan's desk.

The little wooden man looked very strange, the size of a palm, and he hadn't seen anyone selling it on the market for a long time. Fang Chi accidentally caught a glimpse of it, and picked it up to play with it. When he agreed to pick up Wen Tu, Fang Chi suddenly stood up. , put the wooden man back into Yi Fan's hand, but Yi Fan lost his grip and fell to the ground with a slap, and his arm fell off.

"It's nothing, you go." Yi Fan was crying at the time, "I'm not as excited as you after kindergarten."

Fang Chi patted his head embarrassingly: "I'll pay you back when I come back!"

He walked in a hurry, but he didn't hear the phrase "Qin Yu made it with his own hands, can you still give me his hand..."

Fang Chi didn't know the gaudy stories behind it, and now he felt guilty looking at Yi Fan sad, thought for a while, and took out his phone: "Shall I order you a month's milk tea to make amends?"

"No need." Yi Fan slapped that small arm on his body, "I slipped my hand and missed it."

The grievance and sadness in his tone were overflowing. Fang Chi had known him for so many years, except when he broke up with his first love, he had never seen him like this, so he didn't know what to do for a while.

"What's the matter?" Qin Yu was called by Zhang Yingxian to go to work, and when he just came back, he saw Yi Fan's expression was not quite right.

Wen Tu walked into the training room and came over to watch the excitement. Only Peng Li concentrated on ranking and didn't even look at them.

"Father!" Yi Fan held the wooden figure in front of him and shouted, "Can this thing be repaired?"

"..." Qin Yu looked at the expression of the wooden man whose arm had been broken, and swallowed something that was on his lips, and finally sighed, "It can be repaired, give it to me."

Yi Fan quickly handed the little wooden figure to Qin Yu, stood up and followed the top laner, and left the training room like a tail.

Fang Chi couldn't bear it with his conscience, so he could only order Yi Fan a takeaway from a luxury fat house. After thinking about it, he ordered Qin Yu's.

After clicking and returning to the seat, Zhang Yingxuan pushed open the door and shouted, "Let's do some exercise!"

There were three people in the training room, but no one paid him any attention.

The atmosphere was strangely awkward, Wen Tu sat on the chair and turned slightly sideways, and asked, "What exercise?"

"You're back." Zhang Yingxian said happily, "The boss hired a fitness trainer for you. He is afraid that you will get occupational diseases from playing rank every day, and wants you to exercise more."

After finishing speaking, he clapped his hands excitedly: "Aren't you very thoughtful? Do you want to experience the thrill of exercising now?!"

Before the sound of the last word landed, Wen Tu turned around calmly, put on the earphones, and turned up the volume, imitating Peng Li's appearance, keeping his ears shut.

Zhang Yingxian: ...

"You! All of you! Give it to me! Get up!" Zhang Yingxian slapped the table, holding back his numb palms, and sternly said, "Why do you really want to suffer from occupational diseases at a young age? Go to the lounge to see the coach!"

Seeing that several people were still unmoved, Zhang Yingxian took a deep breath: "I unplugged the network cable."

Before the words were finished, a few people rose up in response, left the training room one after another coldly, and walked towards the lounge, pretending not to hear Zhang Yingxian's sneer behind him.

Qin Yu and Yi Fan were most likely repairing the wooden man upstairs until they became obsessed. Fang Chi and the others were pressed by the coach to do a set of stretching exercises, and they ran around the base several times, but neither of them came down.

"Okay, that's all for today." The fitness coach said, "In the future, when you are not training, we will try to exercise as much as possible, which is good for your body."

After he finished speaking, several people seemed to see their own gloomy future, and the fatigue after exercising increased a bit.

Wen Tu took off his cotton-padded jacket before running, and ran there in a fleece pullover sweater. He was sweating uncontrollably after running for a while. He raised his hand to take off the sweater, and felt relieved after panting for a while. The energy is coming.

Fang Chi glanced inadvertently, and saw that he was taking off his T-shirt when he took off his sweater, revealing a small waist, and it was only for a moment. Wen Tu quickly pulled the clothes off, and even reached out to fan the wind.

"What are you looking at?" Peng Li suddenly patted Xia Chi on the shoulder, "I'm going back, I caught a cold after standing for a long time."

"Ah." Fang Chi came back to his senses, seeing Wen Tu looking over suspiciously, he quickly looked away, "It's nothing."

Standing in the cold wind after exercising is indeed easy to catch a cold. The coach urged them to go back and take a bath before resting. Several people responded and walked inside one after another.

Fang Chi didn't go back to the room directly, but went back to the training room.

He touched his chest, and felt that this posture was too girly, so he simply stuck to his own posture, drew a circle on his chest, and put it back into his pocket.

Wen Tu also followed into the training room - came to get his water glass - as soon as he came in, he saw Fang Chi put his hands in his pockets in an extremely charming movement, and couldn't help but smile.

"Do you still want to rank?" Wen Tu picked up the water glass and asked him.

Fang Chi didn't speak.

In his mind, the moment when Wen Tu took off the jumper just now, the small waist that was exposed was not obvious under the orange street light, and he couldn't even see it clearly, but he couldn't help thinking about it. More.

This time Wen Tu was standing next to him, holding a glass of water and talking to him softly.

Every sound he uttered was like an electric current, which flowed through the whole body along the blood, and also disturbed the heart throbbing endlessly.

Not really.

Fang Chi couldn't help but grabbed his trouser legs.

Looking up to meet Wen Tu, the hand that was holding the trouser leg loosened again.

"No rank, sleep." Fang Chi said, picked up the water glass on his desk, and touched Wen Tu's, "Cheers to our friendship?"

Wen Tu held an empty glass and didn't really want to toast with him, so he just pursed his lips: "Good night."