What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

After figuring it out, Yang Shaoqing no longer struggled, and strode into Jiang Qixiao's shop.

There was no one in the coffee shop at noon, and Jiang Qixiao was sitting in the shop watching dramas. He was taken aback by Yang Shaoqing who hurried in, and thought something happened to him, so he hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? , why are you in such a hurry?"

Jiang Qixiao was in a bad mood for a period of time last night. After waking up from sleep, he had almost calmed down. He watched a few nba games online in the morning to see if he could learn some tricks for Yang Shaoqing's team. of teenagers.

Seeing Jiang Qixiao's face as if nothing had happened, Yang Shaoqing seemed to have completely forgotten the unhappiness of the two of them last night, and his mood was very complicated.

In his mind, he struggled for a while between 'Jiang Qixiao took the initiative to speak to him' and 'Jiang Qixiao didn't take his anger seriously', then secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and pretended not to care, and walked to Jiang Qixiao's side After sitting down, he said lightly, "It's okay."

"Oh." Jiang Qixiao responded casually, seeing that he really didn't seem to be in any hurry, he turned his attention to the computer again.

Yang Shaoqing glanced at his computer, and there was a foreign drama playing in it, a slovenly blond man suffering from dwarfism was having a conversation with a beautiful exotic woman, and a black-armored servant was sitting beside him. soldier.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Shaoqing asked.

"Quanyou," Jiang Qixiao glanced at him with a smile, and explained: "Game of Thrones, my favorite American drama, is very good, I recommend you to watch it."

Yang Shaoqing frowned and looked at it for a while, then asked doubtfully, "Their accent... I heard it right, it's English, right...?"

"Ah." Jiang Qixiao clamped his chin with two fingers of his right hand, "The author was influenced by various historical stories in the British Middle Ages and "The Lord of the Rings". It is a magical historical drama, so it is normal to use the English style."

Yang Shaoqing let out a groan, and stared at the computer for a long time, his brows never stretched, and he was confused, "What are they doing, how can you say a word and drink a glass of wine?"

Jiang Qixiao rolled his eyes at him, thinking that there is no one who can understand from the beginning, but still insists on asking questions, is Yang Shaoqing an idiot?

But Jiang Qixiao still answered him: "They are playing a game, which means we are sitting together, and I tell you about your past, if I am right, you drink the wine in your glass, and I Keep talking. If I'm not right, I drink until you tell me about my past, and then drink, it's as simple as that, do you understand? "

"Understood." Yang Shaoqing nodded, and had a slight interest in this drama. He took out his mobile phone and checked the time, "Go to my house for dinner. In the afternoon, I asked someone from the school to accompany us to practice the whole show. Can't be absent."

"Whether I'm absent or not has nothing to do with eating. If you're hungry, go and eat."

"Who told you to go without dinner yesterday, and asked me to accompany you to eat supper, today you have to fight all afternoon, there is no time for you to replenish energy halfway, hurry up and eat!"

Speaking of eating, Jiang Qixiao was really hungry, and said, "I didn't ask you to accompany me." He turned off the computer in his hand, and followed the impatient young master of the Yang family upstairs.

Today's meal was clearly cooked by Aunt Yang. It was relatively light, and Jiang Qixiao ate very happily.

After eating, he was vaguely worried that he would gain weight because of eating Aunt Yang's handicrafts, so he patted his stomach and spread it on Yang Shaoqing's sofa with a sad face.

Sitting in the store for several hours every day, going upstairs to eat or sleep, the control of the body is indeed much less than before, and it is really not an option to continue like this.

Jiang Qixiao bit his lip, glanced at Yang Shaoqing who was putting away the bowls to clean up the aftermath, and said slowly: "Do you have a gym with a better environment here? I want to exercise."

Yang Shaoqing didn't raise his head, "I don't know."

"...Really indifferent." Jiang Qixiao sighed lightly, "Won't you ask for me? Didn't that person say that you are the boss of No. [-] Middle School? We can still inquire about this bit of information."

Yang Shaoqing cleaned up the dining table, put the used bowls in the sink, stood beside Jiang Qixiao, and raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to get fit or lose weight?"

Jiang Qixiao looked at him with his head held high, thought for a while, and said, "Anything is fine, as long as it doesn't turn me into a beer belly man, and it's fine if I can maintain my strength, and I want to play games with you."

"Would you like to accompany me to the boxing gym?" Yang Shaoqing said.

"Is it easy? It's too intense and I don't want to go." Jiang Qixiao stretched out his arms to cover his eyes, recalling Yang Shaoqing's well-managed figure in his mind.

It would be great if...it's easy and you can practice like Yang Shaoqing, more energy.

Yang Shaoqing patted him on the shoulder, "Dream, you. It starts at two o'clock in the afternoon. Do you think you are going to sleep or give me a lecture? You didn't arrange a class for them today, did you?"

Jiang Qixiao sat up straight the first time he touched him, and slapped his hand away without leaving any traces, "It's a little late to ask me now, I'm sure not, or I'll refuse if I'm downstairs You. You have practiced boxing all morning, and you are very tired. Take a rest, and I will go back to sleep for a while."

After speaking, Jiang Qixiao stood up, without looking at Yang Shaoqing, and went straight outside.

He was stopped by Yang Shaoqing's outstretched arms before he walked halfway, "Wait a minute."

Yang Shaoqing didn't know what he was thinking, but when he saw Jiang Qixiao's...a little evasive attitude, he felt inexplicably agitated.

"Huh?" Jiang Qixiao squinted at him.

"You..." Yang Shaoqing frowned slightly, "You can sleep in my room."

"...Huh?" Jiang Qixiao straightened his back, and laughed a few times, "What's wrong with you, can't you sleep without your parents? Okay, hurry up and rest, I'll come back to you at two o'clock."

Jiang Qixiao bypassed Yang Shaoqing and left, this time Yang Shaoqing didn't stop him, he stared at his back until he disappeared at the door, and stood still.

He clenched his fist, gritted his teeth and punched the sofa.The sofa made a dull sound, and immediately sunk a large part. Yang Shaoqing's hand that hit the soft object would definitely not hurt. The upper blue veins popped up, and it took dozens of strokes to calm down.

Yang Shaoqing took a few deep breaths, walked into the bathroom and took a shower, washed away all the bad mood along with the stinky sweat on his body, and then lay down on the bed and took a nap comfortably.

At 02:30 in the afternoon, Yang Shaoqing and the others showed up at the basketball gymnasium on time. The dozen or so people inside today were all called from their school to practice.

Jiang Qixiao didn't have much hope for the level.

Except for Shi He and Yang Shaoqing, the whole team can basically be said to be rookies pecking at each other, asking people to practice with them is just to practice tacit understanding and cooperation in the whole court.

I don't know how Yang Shaoqing usually subdues these people. Everyone respectfully calls Jiang Qixiao his coach, which makes Jiang Qixiao almost embarrassed.

Jiang Qixiao first watched them fight. Shi He and Yang Shaoqing led the players separately, and then asked Jiang Qixiao to analyze and point out the players' shortcomings. After the whole match, Jiang Qixiao changed his opinion on Qin Gang, who was the ugliest. .

At first, he thought that this person liked to show off and was not good at commanding, so he made him a substitute, but after observing, he found that Qin Gang would imitate Yang Shaoqing, he imitated very well in fake moves, and was more able to confuse the enemy.

On the contrary, Zhou Bai, who he initially thought was showing off his innocence, often ran along the court in a daze, not knowing what to do, which made people feel very anxious.

He discussed with Yang Shaoqing and Shi He, and decided to appoint Zhou Bai as a substitute team member. Yang Shaoqing asked his fellow trainees to be ruthless in an orderly tone, and Jiang Qixiao led a few of them to have a good fight.

After practice, everyone sat in the auditorium out of breath. Jiang Qixiao enthusiastically wanted to pay for drinks for everyone, but Shi He didn't agree, and took the role of paying the money.

"Jiang Jiao," Li Hao, who was the fastest runner and almost as dark as Shi He, stood in front of Jiang Qixiao, and said in non-standard Mandarin enthusiastically, "Do you think we should put you in the last game? It's our trump card."

"Brother Qing isn't our trump card." Qin Gang glanced at him and said with his mouth curled up.

"You know what a trump card is, what is a trump card, what others don't know is called a trump card, and now other schools don't know the existence of Jiangjiao, and it will be called wonderful when there is a big kill in the last game, okay?" Li Hao snorted. One sound.

"It's okay," Jiang Qixiao said with a smile, "It's not necessary. It's best to win and advance early. It's useless to fix so many bells and whistles."

The implication is to let those who like to show off don't do unnecessary things.

Qin Gang and the others stopped talking.

Zhou Bai took a sip of water, frowned and said, "I think Teacher Jiang is right, and we don't know which middle school we were right in the first round, maybe it was the fifth middle school at the beginning, and I'm afraid we will lose if we fail to win the last round." Now, what are you doing with so many useless things, it’s better to wipe out those teams that treat us lightly from the beginning.”

The few people who came to practice with him nodded in agreement.

Jiang Qixiao raised his eyebrows, looked at Yang Shaoqing who was beside him, "Is the Fifth High School very good?"

Yang Shaoqing hummed, "Last year was the third middle school they eliminated, and the score gap is very high."

Yang Shaoqing said before that it would be embarrassing to lose to their No. [-] Middle School. According to this, the strength of No. [-] Middle School should not be underestimated.

"The fifth middle school must have more than five physical education classes! All of them are fat and strong." The shortest Zhao Xiang immediately put on a bitter face when he thought of the people in the fifth middle school.

Jiang Qixiao was amused by his description, "Is that an exaggeration?"

"If one or two of our No. [-] No. [-] Middle Schools came here, we wouldn't have lost to No. [-] No. [-] Middle School last year," Li Hao said.

"It's okay, we have to be confident. In the first match, no matter who we meet, we must fight with our hearts! Shaoqing asked us to practice, just because we don't want to lose like that again this year. Don't say anything that lacks morale. Rest and let's continue." Jiang Qixiao put away his smile and said seriously.