Canary pretends to be good and runs away wearing books

Today is Jian Ling's first day at work, and he will have lunch with colleagues from the investment team at noon.

However, after hearing the words from the live broadcast room, he couldn't concentrate, and kept thinking about the meaning of Gong Qi'an's words——

Luoluo... what are you thinking?

After Gong Qi'an finished saying that, Ji Luo turned off the microphone, leaving only the live broadcast, set up the phone in a corner of the tennis court, and turned on the camera far away from the two teenagers.

Ji Luo was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see his slender legs. Because he didn't exercise or go out often, he looked too thin and white.

Jian Ling walked to the corner and stared down at the person on the phone for a while.

His teenager was swinging the racket wantonly and naturally, full of vigor, looking very happy.

It was the racket he gave in the name of the A's.

The distinct Adam's apple rolled for a moment, and Jian Ling poured himself a cup of pure Americano coffee.

Slightly bitter in the mouth.

……

Can't tell what to think now.

I want Luoluo to use the racket she gave me.

And she didn't want Luoluo to use the racket given in the name of a stranger.

Especially, after seeing those fake lines of dialogue——

Can you still use the racket given by A calmly?

The man's thoughts drifted endlessly, never knowing that he could have so many thoughts.

I even thought of the inexplicable thing like "Is it acceptable for other people to flirt with you?"

His eyes suddenly darkened.

...Forget it, what am I thinking.

With Ji Luo's character, it's purely because... the existence of resources is a waste if they are not used, that's all.

Sighing, Jian Ling put the phone next to the desk, and after turning on the screen recording function, he left quietly without taking the phone.

Ji Luo just took the opportunity to try out the feel of the new racket.

After warming up with Gong Qi'an for a few rounds, he likes this tennis racket more and more!

Before wearing the book, he was very picky about the texture of the racket. The craftsman who customized the racket for him had to consider for a long time before starting to make it, because if he was not careful, the weight of the racket, the special size of the grip, the size of the sweetspot area, the linear diameter and the flexibility Make mistakes and fall short of his standards.

...Even the method of wrapping the outer skin of the handle has Ji Luo's own preference. All in all, Master Ji is very difficult to serve.

This time when he got the racket from A, Ji Luo didn't expect it to be more satisfactory.

But when I really looked at him, I found that how to use this racket is so good~

Weight, toughness, unloading effect, length, almost completely meet my requirements!

Ji Luo reluctantly gave A a thumbs up.

Then I came and went with Gong Qi'an, warming up and practicing for a long time!

It wasn't until Gong Qi'an stopped sweating a little that he took the ball away and went to the side to watch the effect of the live broadcast——

Never expected that an ordinary tennis live broadcast can attract thousands of followers!

Gong Qi'an took a closer look and also let out a 'wow~'.

[The two little brothers are so handsome! 】

【I want a boyfriend like this】

【Want to send water to my brothers】

[I want my little brother to talk—why is the sound muted, I stared at a silent movie for a long time! 】

Gong Qi'an wore sunglasses, waved to everyone with a smile, and turned off the silent mode: "Hi, everyone."

Ji Luo also leaned over to reveal his upturned chin.

【Which one is the anchor of Huahua】

【right side! 】

[Look at the little red mole on his Adam's apple! 】

【So sexy, kill me——】

Ji Luo: "I didn't expect that everyone would like to watch the game?"

【Qingliu, tired of singing and dancing】

[You can't play the game all the time]

【Mainly because of good looks! 】

Ji Luo hooked her lips, "Then I'll show you guys more recently. Well, remember to like and follow Yilong!"

As if responding to his call, the live broadcast interface suddenly began to rain gifts.

Gong Qi'an let out a wow, and said, "So many gifts!"

The peach blossom eyes behind the sunglasses glanced at him, and suddenly remembered that the two of them were still poor, so they stretched out a finger, poked Gong Qi'an's arm, and said to the screen: "Don't forget to reward my little brother too! , He was expelled from the house, he was so pitiful that he couldn't even afford to eat."

Gong Qi'an: "..."

[Received 100 lollipops]

【Received 50 roses】

[Received 10 friendship boats]

Ji Luo was very satisfied when he saw the account, he rubbed Gong Qi'an's hair like a pet, and said with great satisfaction: "Thank you all the friends in the live broadcast room for feeding, otherwise I will let the little brother perform a show for everyone!"

...Gong Qi'an's eyes widened behind the sunglasses, and he couldn't believe it: "Do you treat me like a dog, do you want to bark twice?"

"Hey." Ji Luo shrugged, "Isn't this generating income for you!"

I heard that Dou Cricket TV has something to do with your Gong family!Ji Luo winked secretly.

Gong Qi'an: "...Performance is currently impossible, but the two of us will often play ball in the near future, so you can watch it on time! If you have any questions about playing ball, you can also ask us."

"Hmm." Ji Luo thought that a child can be taught, and it will be more profitable to make money this way, "Then let's download the broadcast, and I have something to do later, bye..."

'唰~'

'boom! '

A tennis ball flew from a distance, brushed against Ji Luo's wrist with full force, and hit the mobile phone in the live broadcast!

The mobile phone fell onto the tennis court with a bang, and the screen went black instantly.

At the same time, Ji Luo's white wrist was scratched by the high-speed spinning ball, and within a few seconds, it became red and swollen.

……

Ji Luo gently pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and turned around slowly.

Gao Bian and Ling Yong stood at the entrance of the tennis court.

Gao Bian's hand holding the tennis racket was still hanging in the air. He raised his chin and shouted, "Hey, who is this? Hey, the ball doesn't have eyes. I didn't expect there to be blind people standing on the court!"

Standing beside him, Ling Yong whispered, "You still wear sunglasses on the court, why are you pretending to be aggressive?"

——Although the voice was not loud, Ji Luo could hear it.

Ji Luo flipped his wrist, turned the racket around, and asked, "What's it called?"

Gong Qi'an raised her eyebrows and said, "That? Gao Bian."

"Oh."

Ji Luo didn't care much, as if he didn't hear it, he said to the other side: "Where is the ball going, Gao Bian."

Gao Bian chuckled, "You said that balls don't have eyes, are you deaf?"

Ji Luo said casually: "The ball doesn't have eyes, don't you have eyes when you play?"

With a 'tsk' sound, Ji Luo weighed his racket, "No wonder he couldn't make it to the quarterfinals last year. With this level of ball control, it's worth noting."

Gao Bian: "... Are you provocative?"

Gong Qi'an sighed, "Why haven't you made any progress in the past two years? Didn't you call my cell phone on purpose first?"

The tall teenage boy bent down to pick up the phone and took a look. Not only did it fall off, but even the screen was shattered.

Ling Yong: "...That means the president controls the ball very well!"

Ji Luo chuckled.

"Who are you? Forget it. Gao Bian just said that the ball was flying around, and you said that he was the one who was playing on Gong Qi'an's cell phone. Aren't you Gao Bian's little follower? Why do you look a little like me?" Spies! Hehe."

Gong Qi'an pursed her lips, and threw the phone on the bench behind her, "That's an assistant from the club, and also a men's singles player. He's from the Ling family, Ling Yong."

His words sounded a little speechless, as if he was asking, Ji Luo, why don't you know anyone and still can't remember.

Ji Luo didn't care, "Ling... Yong?"

Just your IQ.

It also deserves to be called Ling.

……

It's all about Ling, why is there such a big gap!

Gao Bian disdainfully said: "Have I made any progress? You bring a rookie to play doubles, can you pass the qualifiers? It's a joke, do you really think you can 1v2?"

Ling Yong: "That's right! It's not bad that the president agreed with you to participate in the competition - you, who have never learned tennis, insisted on following Huai Qing to the World Championship, didn't you deliberately embarrass Huai Qing!"

Ji Luo smiled, "Oh, me? Am I embarrassing Huaiqing? Tsk, I don't know who it is. They clearly booked a training camp at 10 o'clock in the morning, but they couldn't even get out of bed, and it didn't start until the afternoon. The embarrassment starts with the training camp let's start."

Gao Bian snorted: "Isn't it just because you drank and fell asleep for a while? It's not a big deal. It's you, Ji Luo. You weren't the one who ran away after drinking half of it last night?"

Ji Luo raised his eyebrows: "I run? You've already turned into a corpse, is it worth my waiting?"

"Fart." Gao Bian stared, "We continued to drink later!"

"Oh." Ji Luo said lazily, "So it's the second round of cheating on the corpse after laying it down? I'm sorry, my young master doesn't want to play clamorously with the second round, it's embarrassing."

"you!"

Gao Bian really didn't remember what happened in the middle, but seeing Ji Luo's haughty look made him feel uncomfortable.

Immediately, Gao Bian pointed his racket at Ji Luo, and after a while, he turned to Gong Qi'an and said, "Don't fucking talk nonsense with me. Gong Qi'an, aren't you a cow? Hehe, a novice Ji Luo is not worthy of confronting me." Hit, come, see if I don't beat you to death."

Gong Qi'an smiled naturally, and picked up the beat: "I haven't seen you for a year, you really have become more courageous. It's okay."

Then he stood on the field.

Ji Luo fought Gong Qi'an before, and he wasn't worried at all, but this kind of thing doesn't require Gong Qi'an to help him out, so he quickly raised his hand to stop Gong Qi'an, "Wait."

Gong Qi settles down.

Ji Luo blinked, looked at Ling Yong, and asked with a smile, "I heard that you are also a men's singles player."

Ling Yong looked up and saw Gao Bian's eyes knowingly, and said: "Of course!"

Ji Luo nodded, stared at him and smiled for a while, and then suddenly said: "It seems that your men's singles are at this level."

Ling Yong: "?"

He froze for a moment, and then saw Ji Luo take off his sunglasses and throw them aside casually, with a provocative expression on his face.

The simple-minded little follower fell into the trick in an instant, unaware that Ji Luo deliberately provoked him to tease him.

Immediately Ling Yong turned his eyebrows upside down and said, "Ji Luo, you say that we have a problem with our level???"

Ji Luo giggled, with his right hand holding the pat, he walked to the other side of the field, throwing the ball rhythmically one after another, "Not convinced? Not convinced and practice."

Seeing Ji Luo's thin arms and legs, Ling Yong sneered, "If the president doesn't beat you, I'll kill you."

Ji Luo's eyes were cold: "Oh, you scared me to death."

After a pause, Ji Luo said with a smile that was not a smile: "One game, 4 balls, I'll finish you off. Are you afraid?"

He is crazy.

Ling Yong was so angry that he threw the ball into the sky without asking any questions, and immediately attacked!

After all, members of the tennis club train a lot.

He served the ball fast and powerful, and if he hit Ji Luo unexpectedly, he felt that Ji Luo would definitely not be able to hit back the ball!

When the corner of his mouth was raised, Ling Yong saw...

Ji Luo on the opposite side seemed to be standing nonchalantly, but he moved lightly, his figure flashed, and he hit the ball back at an angle that Ling Yong couldn't think of!

Ling Yong was stunned, unable to move his body, and just like that, Ji Luo scored the first goal!

"Don't be in a daze." Ji Luo smiled and called out the score, "love-15."

Tennis matches are scored differently from other sports. The word for 0 points is the word love.

0-15, say it... It's a loving 'love-15'.

Ling Yong clenched his racket tightly, gritted his teeth, and said, "It's just one ball for you. Next, you will lose 4 consecutive games!"

——Then Ji Luo scored another 2 goals!

Ji Luo hits the ball smoothly, but also prefers to volley in front of the net.That kind of play is very annoying, except for Ling Yong's serving action, he can't even touch Ji Luo's return ball at other times!

He was so angry, but Ji Luo on the opposite side still shouted with a smile: "love-40... Oh, it's match point, men's singles player, no point, shame on you."

Ling Yong sneered, clenched the tennis ball tightly, his eyes darkened, and he didn't move for a while.

Ji Luo saw that he was not moving, so he lowered his hands. Before he could say anything, Ling Yong squinted his eyes, his arms were bulging, and he hit a powerful ball with 12 points of strength——

But he didn't serve the ball according to the rules. Instead, he hit the ball directly on Ji Luo's right wrist!

With a 'click' sound, Ji Luo's new racket fell to the ground.

The teenager suffered from pain in his wrist, and instantly let go of the tennis racket, and the tingling pain in the wrist bone was transmitted to the brain nerves...

"hiss……"

Ji Luo's face turned cold instantly.

Ling Yong laughed loudly and said, "So what if I let you play one game? There are six games in one game. I think you will still be crazy with me next time?!"

The young man's peach blossom eyes were filled with air-conditioning, and he looked coolly at Ling Yong who was shouting opposite him.

"One sentence is not enough, want to lose the whole game? I will fulfill you."

He leaned over, frowning, and tried to pick up the racket.

Right wrist is a little sore, but throwing a ball is no problem.

Hey, I'm a little angry, what should I do?

...Ling Yong suddenly felt that the momentum of the person on the opposite side rose, the smiling face just now disappeared, and now standing was an opponent that he could not defeat no matter what!

Ji Luo hooked his lips: "Listen well, Ling Yong. A dirty bastard like you is not worthy of standing on a tennis court, let alone winning—tennis, the competitive spirit advocated by this wonderful aristocratic sport, presumably, You can't learn it in this life. Naturally, there is no way to understand the fun in it."

"What the hell are you talking..."

Ji Luo tilted his head: "For example, when there is a zero-point defeat, the referee's call is not one to zero, but... lovegame. Well, I like this kind of statement."

The teenager raised his chin slightly and switched the racket to his left hand.

"Let the opponent kneel down and admit defeat, and let him shout out 'lovegame' loudly, this kind of elegant and shameful movement, hehe, who doesn't love...?"

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After a year of silence, Yan Lang returned to the 'Silver Gun Bureau'.

As an elite backbone, he once won second-class merit repeatedly within just two years of entering the game, but temporarily withdrew due to unknown reasons.In this comeback, Yan Lang received an S-level secret mission: investigate a special case that has been a mystery for five years, and interrogate the only criminal in it: He Xiao.

Everyone in the tenth team of the Silver Gun Bureau is an elite, but no one is willing to take this job.

Because everyone knows that He Xiao is a mad dog.

If you don't pay attention, you will be killed by him biting your neck, and there will be no scum left.

But Yan Lang is not afraid of death, and his positive will was shattered when he saw the notice of the man's death.What is the meaning of life?Just the walking dead.

The first time we met, He Xiao smiled, and slowly wiped his clean fingers: "Baby, you are so pretty. What's your name?"

Yan Lang only said lightly, "Call the officer."

……

The undercurrent of crime is raging, and human beings only live in a seemingly peaceful reality.Yan Lang didn't know how many bizarre truths were involved in the complex and intricate forces behind He Xiao, but drifting in the bloody storm of betrayal, the two teammates who could hand over their backs were the only ones.

"Sir, are you my baby?"

"Stay away from me, or you will die, dear sir."

"...Heroic spirits should not be buried here alone, I will die with you."

——My body is covered with appalling blood, and my soul is imprisoned in the endless deep sea. I never imagined that someone would bring flowers from the other shore to break through the waves, with light at their fingertips, leading me to look at the only way out of the living world.

then.

I'm back from hell.