[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

"Why is there no queue today?" Everyone went to the hot pot restaurant and went straight in. There was no long queue as usual. You must know that this hot pot restaurant usually has a long queue.

"I made a reservation in advance." The coach said.

Because they had to go back in time to review training, everyone found a hot pot restaurant next to the club. The club usually has a lot of people checking in, and after checking in, many people come here to eat hot pot, so unless they really want to eat, the players will not come easily.

"I've been craving this hot pot for a long time." Yuanfeng inhaled the non-existent halo, "Let's go, let's go. This game consumes a lot of energy. I'm even hungry."

Xingyuan, whose head was held down, punched him directly, "It's time for you to lose weight."

Yuanfeng didn't pay attention for a moment, and let Xingyuan break free from his hand, rubbing the beaten arm, "What do you mean, you dare to think your father is fat!!"

You two touch me, and I'll punch you. It's a great time.

The game just ended today, and there were many fans and friends in the store who came to watch the game. The coach reserved a private room in order not to disturb the order in the store.

The dishes were brought out one after another, the table was filled with mist, and everyone took off their coats.

"Come on, wish us a good start!" the coach said, raising his cup and standing up.

Everyone also stood up, picked up their cups and clinked one together, "Everyone, keep up the good work after the game!"

"Coach, why not wine?" Yuanfeng asked in a loud voice, looking at the drink in the cup.

"We can't lift your weight when you're drunk," the coach joked. In fact, Yuanfeng is not fat, he just has a lot of fat on his face, and he is indeed a lot fatter than before.

"We can call a moving company." Bei Yu said while rinsing the meat, "Don't worry Yuanfeng, your weight is nothing for the moving company."

Under the mist, the smiling face with red lips and white teeth dazzled someone's eyes. "Be careful." Song Cian held Bei Yu's hand that was cooking meat and quickly took it away.

The boiling water in the pot suddenly splashed onto the table, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Bei Yu was stunned, feeling the temperature on his hands. His heartbeat accelerated in an instant, as if a deer was pounding in his heart. Bei Yu felt that he had difficulty breathing for a moment after hitting the ground.

Song Cian took away his hand and said, "Be careful, this soup is very hot and can easily burn you." The hand can be said to be the most important part of an e-sports player's body and must not be injured.

"Are you okay?" Bei Yu, who came back to his senses, took Song Cian's hand and carefully checked whether it was burned. The fingers are thin and slender, the joints are distinct, and the veins on the back of the hand are obvious. They look very nice. This was Bei Yu's first reaction.

Looking at Bei Yu, he put his hand against Song Ci'an's palm, "Your hand is bigger than mine." No wonder it can cover his whole hand.

"Well, I'm a little taller than you, and it's normal for my hands to be bigger." Song Cian said.

It wasn't until he felt that the temperature in his palm was getting hotter and hotter that Bei Yu withdrew his hand as if it was being burned. After looking at Song Cian's unburned hand seriously, he stretched out his other hand. He picked up his chopsticks and continued eating amidst the shocked eyes of the people around him.

"You're blushing." Xingyuan said calmly, as if he was not surprised at all by what he just witnessed.

"Is there any?" Bei Yu unconsciously touched his face, which felt hot. Bei Yu turned over his hand and touched his cheek with the back of his hand, trying to cool down in this way.

"Yes, my ears are red too." Xingyuan put down his chopsticks and said seriously, completely ignoring Yuanfeng who was trying hard to wink at him.

Bei Yu turned his head uncomfortably, "Really? Maybe it's too hot."

"No, it was just now." Xingyuan said.

"What?" Beiyu asked, not understanding the meaning of Xingyuan's words.

"I just turned red after holding hands with Wan Huai." Xingyuan explained without any trouble, "All of a sudden, I turned red from my ears to my face."

If he hadn't heard clearly what Xing Yuan was talking about, and his serious look that wouldn't change his face even if the sky fell, Bei Yu would have really thought he was talking about something important.

"Why are you blushing?" Xingyuan asked with some confusion, "I have seen you holding hands several times, last time at the door of the training room, and in many other places." Xingyuan looked confused, "Yuanfeng said He also bumped into me several times, and he thought you two were in love..."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Jiuyi next to him finally couldn't stand it anymore. He bumped into Xingyuan who was talking seriously and talked, interrupting what Xingyuan was about to blurt out. He coughed in a low voice and signaled Xingyuan to look at it. Yuanfeng's eyes almost cramped when he saw the wink from the other side.

What to talk about? Bei Yu's heart tightened. I used to hold hands because it was cold in winter. As soon as I left the dormitory and training room and went to a place with low temperature, my palms would get cold. It would take a long time to rub them and warm them up before they could get over it. After Wanhuai found out, he came up with this idea - holding hands. In the winter, your whole hands will feel warm. There is simply no better way to warm your hands than this.

Beiyu's heart was in a mess, what's the point of falling in love? Falling in love? Does the way you and Wan Huai hold hands really look like they are in love? Is it normal for good brothers to hold hands?

If Yuanfeng finds out about Bei Yu's mental journey, he will definitely hit Bei Yu's head. Who is a good brother who always holds hands? Who is a good brother who sticks his own hand and his brother's hand tightly together? Whose good brothers are tired of being together every day? Whose good brothers sleep in the same bed?

Yuanfeng accidentally discovered sleeping on the same bed when he was looking for Beiyu. The bedside table between the two beds has long since disappeared. The two beds are tightly pressed together, and the quilts are folded neatly aside. Beiyu is completely sunk in the quilt, occupied by one person. Two beds. , sleeping posture is particularly bold.

Bei Yu: Ahem, isn’t it too cold in winter?

Yuanfeng: Yes, yes, it’s too cold. It’s too cold. You wear short sleeves indoors.

After being interrupted by Jiuyi, Xingyuan turned around, looked at Yuanfeng's cannibalistic eyes, and continued to eat hot pot with ease.

Bei Yu also turned his head, and Huanhuai was eating hot pot with a normal expression in his peripheral vision, showing nothing unusual. Obviously, the voice of chatting with Xingyuan just now was not too low. He should have heard it. Why was there no reaction after hearing it?

Bei Yu's thoughts were flying wildly, and he couldn't taste the meat he stuffed into his mouth. So what on earth was he thinking? Did he hear what Xingyuan just said? Could it be that I am overthinking it, and in other people's minds this is normal brotherhood? But after listening to Xingyuan's words, Beiyu couldn't help but think about whose good brothers were holding hands and... still sleeping together?

Beiyu ate the hotpot absentmindedly, emptying several chopsticks. Xingyuan next door looked over in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Song Cian turned around and asked with concern.

"Host, just pretend. You've obviously heard what I just said, and you're still asking hypocritically." 001 said.

"You have to let him figure it out on his own, otherwise he will never be able to distinguish between love and friendship." Song Ci'an said. I have hinted it many times in normal times, but Beiyu is just like a piece of wood, stupidly thinking that this is the friendship between brothers. Today's conversation between Beiyu and Xingyuan can be regarded as an opportunity.