Lure to Attack: Male God Don't Run

"No..." Jiang Mengyu's voice became hoarse, and he quickly cleared his throat: "It's okay, I'm going to your house today."

Pan Long and Nie Qixin followed Li Dongfang and the two coaches back to the hotel.

The evening breeze was refreshing, Che Yun and Jing Ming walked side by side under the brilliant curtain, the surroundings were empty, Che Yun moved his fingers, Jing Ming was wearing a jersey, and Che Yun asked: "Is it cold?"

"It's okay." Jing Ming looked at his outfit, a black and green short fringed top, a pair of low-waist tight black hot pants, and a pair of white casual shoes.

Che Yun looked down at himself, spread his hands, and muttered, "What's the problem?"

"No." Jing Ming tilted his head, swallowed his saliva, and murmured, "Are you cold?"

Che Yun shook his head: "It's not cold."

Jing Ming didn't believe it, the April night was still a bit chilly.He suddenly faced Che Yun, stretched out a hand, Che Yun's eyebrows twitched, a little puzzled, Jing Ming said half a second: "Give me your hand."

Che Yun's simple-minded hand put his hand on his palm, a warmth poured into Che Yun's icy palm, Jing Ming squeezed his hand tightly, and lightly reprimanded: "I don't know how to say it when it's cold."

"You didn't say that." Che Yun muttered.

Jing Ming: "Are my hands cold?"

Che Yun stared into his bright eyes and shook his head slightly.

"That's it." Jing Ming laughed.

Che Yun muttered: "But I'm not cold."

Jing Ming stopped, just as the two were holding hands, Jing Ming turned around and touched his back with one hand, Che Yun's breath was full of Jing Ming's breath, Jing Ming was very close to him, Che Yun lowered his eyes and saw the two of them facing each other Hugging a shadow, Che Yun suppressed the corners of his disobedient upturned mouth, and put one arm around Jing Ming's slender waist.

Jing Ming's hand got into Che Yun's clothes from top to bottom, and what he touched was the slightly hot flesh.

Che Yun was proud: "Look, I'm not cold."

Jing Ming pursed her lips and said "um", "It's a bit hot."

The hand still didn't come out.

Che Yun took a deep breath, and tried his best to hold back the heat from bottom to top. The person he liked touched and touched him, and he almost reacted when he was hooked.

Jing Ming didn't realize it at all, and after a few minutes, he pulled out his hand and led him home.

Under the neon lights, the silhouettes of the two became longer and longer.

Singing voices filled the air.

"The subway just got off is not too crowded."

……

"I have morning tea and the moonlight shines on your hair."

"Parallel Painting DIDIDA".

"When to cross DIDIDA".

"See you at the next intersection."

Che Yun hummed, and tightly held that warm hand, Jing Ming turned his head to look at him puzzled, Che Yun continued humming, Jing Ming also held tightly for a second.

"Which school will you be with tomorrow?" Che Yun asked when he was almost home.

"No. [-] Middle School." Jing Ming replied.

Jing Ming opened the wrought iron gate, and Che Yun came up from behind, put his head on his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Come on for the game."

"Ah."

Chapter42: Abdominal and back attack (two more)

Zhang Yun helped Zou Yiyun get into the car, Zou Yiyun pinched his chin, bit his lip hard, Zhang Yun didn't push him away, but hugged Zou Yiyun's head with his backhand.

Zou Yiyun bit it several times, and did not let go until the smell of blood came from his mouth.

Zou Yiyun drove to the school.

He wiped his mouth, turned around and drove out of the parking lot, and ran all the way out of the school. The guard thought it was a teacher, so he didn't stop him, and just let the students skip classes and leave the school.

After driving for a while, Zou Yiyun braked suddenly, and Zhang Yun said nervously, "What, what's wrong?"

"Use your mouth." As he spoke, he pointed down.

Zhang Yun swallowed, and untied the belt...

Zou Yiyun pressed his head... After a quick twitch, Zhang Yun couldn't hold his mouth anymore, and the physiological saline overflowed. Zou Yiyun didn't care whether he felt bad or not, he would talk when he felt better.

Zhang Yun coughed for a while, Zou Yiyun handed him a bottle of mineral water, Zhang Yun took it, thanked him, got out of the car, and rinsed his mouth.

"Hurry up." Zou Yiyun urged.

Zhang Yun hurriedly replied, "Here we are."

Zhang Yun returned to the car, Zou Yiyun looked at him, and said indifferently: "Uncomfortable?"

"No..." Zhang Yun's voice was hoarse.

"Zhang Yun, I never forced you. You did it willingly. I didn't feel the slightest bit about you as I said at the beginning. A bed partner is okay, but a lover is not." Zou Yiyun's cold voice pierced Zhang Yun's heart, Zhang Yun buried Do not speak below.

He knew all of this, and it was his wishful thinking that he liked Zou Yiyun. He was already very content with being able to be from his younger brother to his bed partner.

Seeing him like this, Zou Yiyun couldn't bear it, but he really didn't have feelings for Zhang Yun, he sighed secretly, remembering Che Yun's attitude towards Jing Ming, couldn't help hammering the steering wheel, Zhang Yun raised his head, and begged: " Young Master Zou, don't be angry, I will be obedient in the future."

Hearing this, Zou Yiyun turned his anger into pity: "Okay, with a sad face, did I bully you?"

Zhang Yun shook his head violently, and answered in a low voice, "No, Young Master Zou has never bullied me."

Zou Yiyun smiled lightly: "Okay, don't call him Young Master Zou from now on, like an idiot."

"What's that called?" Zhang Yun opened his big moist eyes, his expression implied admiration, which made Zou Yiyun's heart twitch suddenly, and he patted Zhang Yun: "Brother Yiyun."

"Brother Yiyun." Zhang Yun obediently called out, and Zou Yiyun put the previous anger behind him and grinned.

The next day, Li Dongfang took nine people to the No. [-] Middle School. When they arrived at the No. [-] Middle School, everyone was doing inter-class exercises. Under the leadership of the No. [-] Middle School team coach, they went to the basketball hall.

The students in Path No. [-] Middle School, the girls were extremely restless, and some even shouted excitedly: "Okay, so handsome!"

"Who is that boy?"

"They have the word 'Experiment' on their clothes."

"Oh my god! Why can't I be admitted to the experiment. I heard they said that there are so many handsome guys in the experiment."

The coach of No. [-] Middle School, surnamed Xie, was in his forties and wore dark blue sportswear.

After Li Dongfang talked with him, let the five starters and No. [-] Middle School starters get to know each other. After the two sides greeted each other, the game began.

Five minutes later, Li Dongfang roughly figured out the tactics adopted by No. 5 Middle School.

There is only one point guard in No. 170 Middle School. His organizational ability is very strong, one octave higher than Nie Qixin. He is not too tall, [-] cm.

No. [-] middle school not only has a very powerful point guard in the starting lineup, but also his center and small forward are equally tyrannical.