Number one, please cooperate with my position

Yu Zhe leaned against the head of the bed, rubbed his stomach lightly, smiled for a while.

"Who would I like?" Yu Zhe said.

He remained silent, his face blushing, but his palms were sweating, and he leaned back on the sofa to prevent Yu Zhe from looking at him: "Whether it's Brother Tian or Brother Zheng, or the manager or the coach, just don't worry about it." Love Gold and Work..."

Yanran Dudu didn't give his name.

Yu Zhe didn't evade, and said straightforwardly: "What about you? I like you so much, why don't you report your name?"

"You're insane," Yan Ran gritted his teeth, unable to stand Yu Zhe's flirting, "Whoever wants you to like it, just take care of yourself and don't mess around."

Yo.

The little boy is quite irritable.

The window in the room was open, Yu Zhe sneezed suddenly, sniffed, took out a piece of toilet paper to hold it, and sneezed again.

Yan Ran was so startled that he jumped up from the sofa, his tone was a little anxious, he saw the wide open window again, and quit: "What's wrong? Are you fucking sick? Why are you opening the window when the air conditioner is on?"

Yu Zhe paused and looked at Yanran.

His temper has not changed, he is still the number one player who flirted with him in the fourth row.

"Help me bring that small box of medicine." Yu Zhe's voice was muffled and nasal, "That box of purple anti-inflammatory medicine is too uncomfortable to bear."

Yu Zhe has rhinitis for not a day or two, and he can bear it better than ordinary people. Sometimes he suddenly suffers from rhinitis during the game and can control it until after the game. He just wants to make fun of it, but his nose is really itchy.

"Are you stupid?" Yan Ran helped Yu Zhe pour another glass of water, and handed it to him ferociously, "Open the fucking window if you're out of your mind?"

Yu Zhe was used to being respected by the people in the team on a daily basis, and there were only a few in the team who dared to scold him. This was the first time I heard Yan Ran's voice so anxious.

"It's okay, it's an old problem," Yu Zhe threw the toilet paper into the trash can, "It's just a rhinitis, it doesn't hinder anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Zhe sneezed three or four times.

It's like a slap in the face.

Yu Zhe was a little embarrassed.

The dormitory door rang a few times, Yan Ran glanced at Yu Zhe, and opened the door with a grim expression, firmly blocking Yu Zhe's sight.

"Yu... Yanshen," Work's words twitched in his mouth, and after seeing clearly that it was Yanran who opened the door and the other person's face was gloomy, he put down his sweet tone, and said forcefully, "I'm here to deliver medicine to Shen Yu... ..."

Yan Ran looked down at the medicine that Work was holding in his hand, it was not the same as the two boxes of medicine that Lin Zheng gave him, but it was full of a bag, and there were also a few boxes of brand chocolate that Yu Zhe often ate, each box cost hundreds of dollars. There are thousands of them.

It seems that he has figured out Yu Zhe's preferences.

"No need," Yan Ran couldn't bear this, took a step back, distanced himself from Work, and was overwhelmed by the strong smell of perfume, "I just gave the captain the medicine, and he took it."

"But... I gave it to the captain..." Work's voice was weak, making people worry that he would be out of breath in the next second, "It's different from the one sent by Yanshen..."

After Yanran said a few words just now, Work dragged a few people back to the first floor. Before he sat down, he heard the coach uttering a voice in the training room, asking the manager to go up and talk to the first team.

Work took a leave of absence and drove to a convenience store a few hundred meters away to buy medicine, and put the chocolates he had bought earlier into a bag, so he had the courage to stand at Yu Zhe's door.

There are not many buildings in this generation of the base, and there are not many convenience stores. Work almost got lost.

He heard Yanran's still indifferent voice: "Which medicine is not a medicine, you don't need to take it after taking it, no need."

Work's hand holding the bag trembled: "Then I'll show it to the captain...the captain said he didn't want me to take it away..."

Yan Ran wanted to scold the street.

"Okay, you wait." Yan Ran took the bag from Work and closed the door unambiguously.

"Captain," Yan Ran raised the bag towards Yu Zhe, "Work brought it over, and asked if you want it."

Yu Zhe was looking at Yan Ran, but Yan Ran turned around and grabbed him, and touched his nose: "What do you want? I don't have a fraction of my salary to send me medicine. What do the current youth trainees think?"

Yan Ran turned around expressionlessly, without answering Yu Zhe, opened the door of the dormitory.

Work was still standing at the door.

Quite a posture of standing overnight without opening the door.

Yan Ran said indifferently: "The captain said no, don't think about giving him anything if the salary is less than a fraction of his, and ask what you think."

"Ah?" Work took the bag blankly, "What am I thinking..."

"The captain also said," Yan Ran held the doorknob, raised his chin, and was more than a cut above Work, "No matter what you want to do, how long you think, and how long you can stay in the team, don't chase him, he has Someone I like."

Word by word, sounded to the ground.