disliked, humble love

Wang Mao was very tall, and Xue Ye was pulled to an uncomfortable height.

"Fuck, it's fucking disgusting for a big man to wear perfume!" Wang Mao suddenly grabbed the collar and looked at the collar, "You still wear a fucking necklace, you are a transgender, Zhu Jie, who is you who protects him like this? "

"I'll carry the bag for Brother Jie." Xue Ye barely stopped on tiptoe, saying he was apologetic but his eyes were half provocative and half leering. "I admit it, can the senior not trouble Brother Jie?"

Wang Mao got a few stitches on his head and only remembered that the boy punched fiercely and shook his collar a few times. "Did you seriously apologize?"

"Seriously, I'll pay you as much as the medical expenses, and you can pay more." Xue Ye gritted his teeth and said, his ass was kicked lightly.

"Brother Mao is short of medical expenses? You can play, right?" The people behind laughed, and a few more people leaned on the basketball hoop with their bodies crooked.

The neckline got tighter and tighter, and a scarlet streak appeared on his neck. Xue Ye swallowed the swear words he wanted to scold, and swallowed heavily. "Hit me as much as I want to vent my anger. I won't fight back until the senior loses his anger."

"Don't, it's so fucking boring to fight back and forth. I really don't want to fight at you for protecting the idiot Zhu Jie." Wang Mao winked at his brother, "Let's see if he has brought a guy, this is a lunatic don't Stab me again."

Several pairs of men's hands touched his trouser pockets at the same time, Xue Ye suddenly felt a little nauseous, and bent forward to hide.

"No, just a mobile phone."

Wang Mao nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, the boy has a backbone, and it's an apologetic attitude. What's his name?"

"Xue Ye."

"Xue Ye, how many people did the idiot Zhu Jie offend? You stand up for him, you are also an idiot, right?" Wang Mao tugged unambiguously, and the few people beside him waited with great interest.

Xue Ye's legs trembled slightly because of the tension, and his fists were clenched tightly. "no."

"Fuck, there's something fucking interesting." Wang Mao suddenly found the fun, "How dare you apologize to the senior with this attitude?"

"I apologize, the senior hits you casually, as long as you calm down." For the hundredth time, Xue Ye suppressed the urge to beat this guy into the air. Standing more and more difficult, he swallowed his saliva, and his throat groaned because of the uncomfortable strangulation. If there was a seemingly non-existent humming sound, "The anger is gone, can this matter be written off?"

Wang Mao laughed: "It's so boring to fight. I know you can fight. If you turn back and kill me someday, wouldn't you be an idiot?"

Xue Ye pursed his dry mouth, and his physical energy was rapidly exhausted. "Then what do you want?"

"Can you do whatever you want?" Wang Mao didn't point out, but the brothers around him had already started booing, calling Brother Mao awesome.

Xue Ye straightened his legs and remained silent for a moment, then raised his head and asked solemnly, "If I can do it, don't trouble Brother Jie."

"I, Wang Mao, do what I say in front of my brother." Wang Mao let go of his hand and loosened his crumpled clothes, "T-shirt off."

Xue Ye took a deep breath and looked at the ground, his face was a little red, and his eyes were flustered under his messy bangs.Then he frowned and gritted his teeth and asked again: "Is it true?"

Wang Mao pointed to his stitched head. "I'll bet you this, I'll do what I say!"

Xue Ye took off his clothes.

A slender athlete's figure, with symmetrical and regular muscles, very thin, with plaster on both sides of the trapezius muscle, attached to the collarbone, and a fixed black bandage wrapped around the waist, hooping the waistline.

White basketball sports pants with a gray edge exposed, CK sports underwear.

"Don't tell me, those who engage in track and field are different from those who engage in confrontation." One of them said, mistaking Xue Ye for Zhu Jie's classmate in the sports school, "The ass is also up haha!"

The other one said to Wang Mao: "This kid is tough enough, his mother made all the bandages himself, ready to be beaten."

Xue Ye tucked his chin indifferently. "Hurry up if you want to fight, don't talk nonsense if you don't fight."

"500 boxing push-ups, do one and report one number, and I will settle with Zhu Jie after I finish." Wang Mao made a condition, and people began to surround the basketball court.

Public corporal punishment and humiliation can kill athletes' pride and self-esteem more than beating them.

500?Xue Ye hesitated for a moment, but it wasn't that he didn't dare. He had done so many punishments with Brother Jie in the second year of high school. He was afraid that he would embarrass Brother Jie if he couldn't do it now.In addition to corporal punishment, Wang Mao made it clear that he wanted to show others.

Wang Mao captured this moment of hesitation. "Are you scared? Shout out to Brother Mao, I was wrong, and I will deduct 200 for you."

Xue Ye smiled dismissively: "I don't have the habit of calling you brother."

Slowly bend down, touch the ground with both hands, make fists with left and right hands, and then change the front of the fist to support the ground.Xue Ye straightened his legs, inhaled, retracted his abdomen, his back muscles and the inner edge of his shoulder blades stretched out and contracted, and began to count: "1, 2,3,4,5, [-], [-], [-]..."

The body is straightened up, the body is lowered down, the muscles of the upper arm are stimulated and quickly congested, the movements are in place, and the posture is standard.

The waist is straight, and the legs are also straight.

"99,100,101, [-], [-]..." Xue Ye looked at the middle of the connection between the two fists. The wound on the front of the fist finally hurt so much that he couldn't feel it, and his muscles began to move mechanically.Countless streaks of sweat began to slowly slide down the face and back.

"203,204,205,206, [-], [-], [-]..." He fell to the ground again, Xue Ye shook his head and continued to stand up, his lips were trembling, and his upper and lower jaws were knocking against each other, making a rattling sound.

"Is it okay? Haha, don't be shy!" Wang Mao squatted beside his propped up forearm. When his self-control collapsed, Xue Ye was already trembling violently, apparently reaching the limit of his physical strength.

"You...you mean what you say." Xue Ye pushed his body up and raised his breath, his ankles tightened, and he continued to stand up forcefully.

There are more and more students onlookers, not only to watch the excitement of the seniors punishing the juniors, but also because the voice is so intriguing.

Someone took out his phone and started taking a short video.

"355...356..." Sweat trickled down the muscles, and then dripped onto the shock-absorbing floor of the basketball court. Xue Ye's back seemed to be covered with oil, glistening with wetness, full of sweat.The sunken groove in the spine is extra bright because of the accumulation of sweat.

His brain went blank, his eyes began to feel hallucinated, and he couldn't see the sweat stains in the shape of a human body on the ground. The thirst for oxygen made his lungs burn.

"498... 499... 500..." Xue Ye suddenly fell down, his straight arms softened and he lay on the ground, arching his waist to cover his twitching belly.The push-ups tested his waist strength and core, and the pain of tearing his abdominal muscles made him unable to get up for a while.

After working for almost an hour, Wang Mao didn't say a word until the second half. Out of the approval of his peers, I really didn't expect him to survive, so he applauded carelessly. "It's awesome, you're a tough guy, my buddy underestimated you, you're shaking like you're stepping on a switch, and you can hold on."

Xue Ye's abdominal muscles were still twitching, he was breathing heavily to stay awake, his eyes were full of sweat as if he had cried a lot, his lower eyelashes were directly covered with sweat on the surface of his eyelids, he was lying on the ground trembling and panting, his heartbeat was uncomfortably fast .The skin all over the body takes on the pink color of broken capillaries after excessive exercise.

Hair, socks, underwear, and sports pants are all soaked.

"You... you..." he asked anxiously, his eyes regained their focus bit by bit, and his eyelids blinked rapidly, "You talk, keep your word."

"Absolutely, it's not hard for you buddy." Wang Mao stood up and announced loudly, also seeing him not giving in, "I, Wang Mao, confessed to Zhu Jie's matter, and the beating was for nothing! But you remind that idiot to learn how to pinch him in the future." Be a man with your tail. Also, don’t wear fucking perfume, you’ll be paralyzed and smell disgusting when you sweat.”

All right, Jackie, Jackie.Xue Ye laughed as he lay on the ground, coughing with sweat.

It had been half an hour since he was able to turn over with difficulty and get up again, and the fronts of his fists were swollen.Xue Ye forgot how he put on his T-shirt and walked back to the cafeteria. He only remembered that half a bowl of soup was shaken out when he was packing shepherd's purse wontons.

Going back to the dormitory and pulling the bed curtain to start the live broadcast, Xue Ye hid in the closed space and smoked secretly, his fingers shaking so much that he wanted to laugh.

I couldn't get it to my mouth, so I stretched my neck to reach it.

Xue Ye didn't dare to turn on the bedside lamp for fear of affecting Sky's viewing experience.There is only a silhouette of a human figure on the screen.

The red V enters the venue on time, with a strict concept of time.

"Then what...it's me." Xue Ye spoke first, uncharacteristically, "The light is broken, it's me, not someone else."

sky did not respond.Xue Ye didn't want to be fussy, he felt so uncomfortable all over, he just wanted to take a shower and sleep after eating.

You did a big job for Brother Jie today, Xue Licking you are so fucking clever.

"I'm starting to eat." Xue Ye coughed and took off the chopsticks, making a quick decision.

[sky: sweating so much? ]

"What?" Xue Ye stared at the screen, wanting to give Sky a thumbs up for a moment.

The dim live broadcast environment concealed the injuries on his face and fists, but the place where the clavicle and Adam's apple sweated profusely was bright and reflective.

Not to mention the sideburns and forehead, like fluorescent powder.

"I exercised in the afternoon and sweated a lot, so I didn't have time to take a shower." Xue Ye explained softly.

[sky: what sport? ]

Xue Ye didn't even think about it: "Run."

[sky: How much did you run? ]

Red V has a lot to say today.Xue Ye thought that Sky might not understand sports, so he answered, "1500-meter middle-distance race."

[sky: 1500 can sweat so much? ]

Xue Ye nodded perfunctorily, and put the wontons on the small table.Why are you asking nonsense? If you run 1500 once, you will know. If you don’t understand, don’t ask nonsense.

[sky: Running on the university playground? ]

"Yeah." Xue Ye said sullenly, his forearms were as heavy as lead, "My university...the gymnasium is the best, and the playground is magnificent."

[sky: OK, let’s eat. ]

I finally stopped asking.Xue Ye picked up the chopsticks and picked up the wontons, dropping one by one.Finally put down the chopsticks and held the bowl with both hands, ready to drink the whole bowl of wontons.

[sky: put it down. ]

The rim of Xue Ye's bowl just touched his lips, before he even had a mouthful of soup, his brows frowned.

[sky: Chopsticks, eat one by one. ]

Hold!This guy definitely has a grudge against him!Xue Ye had no choice but to put down the bowl to get the chopsticks, tremblingly picked out the best one, and directly pierced through it.Helpless, the forearm has no ability to bear pressure at all, and a wonton is like a hundred catties.

Parkinson is what he is now.In the end, the left hand strangled the right wrist and leaned forward before eating into the mouth.

After eating, Xue Ye felt that his eating just now was like a gorgeous performance art.

"I'm sorry, I don't look good when I exercise too much." Xue Ye always had to explain, even though he never thought he looked good when he ate.

He is a child of the military management of the boarding system, and he eats quietly and quickly.In the first year of high school, he shared a table with Jie Ge, and Jie Ge had already emptied his dishes before he finished cooking.But slow down and picky eaters.

[sky: Do your hands shake when you run? ]

Xue Ye smiled awkwardly. "Run too much, yes."

Sky didn't respond for a long time, and he was too embarrassed to eat.

Who knows what kind of eating posture Red V's distinguished members want to see.

[sky: Take it to eat, and sleep after eating. ]

"Thank you." Xue Ye picked up the fast food bowl and tried not to spill the soup as if he was about to receive an amnesty.After he wolfed down the last wonton, Sky left the studio.

This guy is quite... understanding.

After taking a shower, Xue Ye applied medicine to Quan Feng, and then threw himself back into the quilt to wrap him tightly.The arm was still trembling uncontrollably, from the upper arm to the fingertips.Now he has completely become a person who can't get up when he lies down, unless he relies on external force.

Just raise it for a few days, Xue Licking, you are a fucking athlete, this amount is trivial.He took out his mobile phone, and the background of the screen was Jie Ge secretly filmed during the military training in the first year of high school.

Wearing a military green camouflage uniform, round inches, sitting alone outside the shooting range, rebellious and unattainable.