After the top stream had a cp with the manager

Fanwai [-] Idol Games

The immature "little aunt" not only made everyone dumbfounded, but also caused Mu Yuyang to be in chaos. His header was washed into the ditch, which became the first joke in the bowling arena.

The continuous laughter in the auditorium made Mu Yuyang feel ashamed. Before throwing the ball for the second time, he turned his head and glared viciously at a certain pair of uncles and nephews in the auditorium.

Fu Qingle silently covered her little niece's mouth, and gave him an innocent wry smile, as if to say, "It's not my fault, I didn't expect her to say that."And Tongtong didn't know how big a wave he had caused, he looked at his little aunt with big round eyes, and cheered him up with dancing and dancing.Serious little looks too cute.

Fu Qingle's anger was extinguished in an instant, and he looked away resignedly, ready to throw the second time.

In this competition, Mu Yuyang once vowed that if he would win two gold medals for his uncle and nephew, he was distracted by the "little aunt" and his status was completely offline. He couldn't perform at his usual level, and finally won a bronze medal , the gold medal fell into the hands of Chu Jiaoyang.

The bowling game was the last event in the morning. After the competition, everyone went to eat first, and planned to continue recording in the afternoon.

Mu Yuyang left the arena, walked quickly to the auditorium against everyone's curious or joking eyes, and looked down at his uncle and nephew with the same innocent face.

Tong Tong hugged Mu Yuyang's waist with a smile, and praised sincerely: "Brother Yangyang, you were so handsome just now!"

Mu Yuyang snorted and sneered: "Why don't you call me little aunt now?"

The child couldn't understand the irony in the adult's mouth, so he repeated it obediently: "Little aunt, you were so handsome just now!"

"puff--"

"Cough cough cough-"

All the spectators and contestants sprayed tea, coughed and coughed, and their stomachs ached from holding back their laughter.Even Fu Qingle coughed to replace the laughter that was about to blurt,

Mu Yuyang understood what it meant to shoot himself in the foot, his ears became redder and redder, and he became angry with embarrassment, but he didn't want to bully the juniors, so he could only sulk himself.

The others were very knowledgeable, and after watching the excitement for a while, they left one after another.At this moment, Fu Qingcheng came over and invited them to have dinner together. Mu Yuyang stuffed his little niece into his arms, and asked him to take the child to reserve a table with a cold face.Fu Qingcheng knew that this was the rhythm of family law, so he obediently carried his little niece and fled the scene of the crime.

As soon as the people around dispersed, Mu Yuyang immediately straddled Fu Qingle's lap, gnashed his teeth and pinched his neck, and scolded angrily: "Bastard, I've been so wise all my life, you're still my father!" image."

Fu Qingle supported Mu Yuyang's waist with both hands to prevent him from falling backwards, with an innocent expression on his face: "It's not that I ordered Tongtong to say this, it can only be regarded as an accident at best, and I have to put this charge on me as well." I am too wronged on my head."

"I believe your nonsense!" Mu Yuyang couldn't get enough of pinching, so he pulled his ears instead, "Tongtong called me brother well, if you didn't teach her, she would call me little aunt for no reason?"

Fu Qingle smiled flatteringly: "But you are her little aunt in the first place, and it's not wrong to call someone a child."

"You still say!" Mu Yuyang glared angrily.

"Stop talking." Fu Qingle was very tactful, smiled and kissed him, and asked softly, "Are you hungry? Going to eat?"

"Oh," Mu Yuyang jumped off his lover's lap, held hands with him and left the arena, still resenting the abnormal performance of the game on the way, complaining, "It was supposed to give you a gold medal, it's all your fault." You guys, the gold medal is gone, only a bronze medal."

"The bronze medal is also great. Look how happy Tongtong is." Fu Qing coaxed, "Besides, don't you still have archery? Trying to get us a gold medal in archery is the same."

"That's difficult." Mu Yuyang showed embarrassment, "There are more participants than bowling balls, and there is also Ji Meng. The gold medal may not be so easy to win."

Fu Qingle suggested: "Then how about I help you with a surprise training?"

Mu Yuyang turned to look at him, and asked in disbelief, "You will?"

Fu Qingle raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Fu Qingle is a special soldier, he has to learn a lot, and he has to master more skills than ordinary soldiers, and he has to be proficient in everything. Mu Yuyang knows this, but he didn't expect that Fu Qingle can even shoot arrows .He asked curiously: "Don't special forces usually carry guns? Why can they even shoot arrows?"

Fu Qingle explained: "We practice crossbows to be precise. In fact, many times when performing tasks, we are close combat. Firearms are not useful, and we need to use cold weapons. In addition to crossbows, we also need to be proficient in using throwing knives, Fist, bayonet, dagger, etc."

Mu Yuyang's eyes gradually became worshipful, and his mind had already begun to fantasize about the handsome appearance of Fu Qingle fighting with a weapon.Thinking about it, he felt a little itchy, and he shook the hands they held: "Then you will guide me when you come back after dinner?"

Fu Qingle said unhurriedly: "I don't teach for free."

"You can't kill you." Mu Yuyang scolded him in disgust, but in the next second, he pressed him on the exit aisle and kissed him firmly.After a long time, he drew back with red lips, and asked with unsteady breath, "Can you teach now?"

Fu Qingle smiled all over her face: "It's ok. Go to eat first, and teach when I come back."

The two walked out of the arena hand in hand. Not long after they left, the two girls walked out from the darkness of the passage tremblingly, supporting each other, their cheeks were abnormally red, their eyes were already absent-minded, and their hands were shaking unbelievably , but recorded the whole process tenaciously.

"Did you record it?" A girl asked in a muffled voice, holding her nose.

"It's recorded, the picture is a bit blurry, but the sound is very clear." The other person's expression was calm, but his voice was trembling.

"Very good, go back and send it to the group to share with the sisters."

"it is good."

"They went to eat, how about us? Do you want to eat?"

"Eat, I'm hungry after squatting down."

"Okay, let's go."

The two walked side by side in silence, and there were only two pairs of footsteps in the empty aisle. One minute later, one of them spoke: "Just now, did Yang Yang ask the manager that being a special soldier requires arrows in addition to guns?"

"seems like it."

"...So, the manager has been a soldier? Or a special soldier?!"

"seems like it."

"..." There was silence for five seconds, "Fuck! This man Fu Qingle is dead!"

The recording in the afternoon started at two o'clock, and the audience returned to the venue one after another at one o'clock.The players assembled on time at 01:30.

Shooting is the first event in the afternoon, and it starts on time at two o'clock. Because this event is relatively difficult, the organizer gave them an extra half an hour of practice time.Fu Qingcheng patrolled around outside the venue, and when he found that there was nothing unusual on the scene, he prepared to go back to the director's room to guard, but just as he took a step, Fu Qingle pulled him back with his collar.

Fu Qingcheng glanced at the colleagues who were watching the excitement around him, tried his best to slap his brother's hand away, and said angrily, "Can you save me some face in front of outsiders!"

Fu Qingle turned a deaf ear, put her niece into his arms, and ordered in a calm tone: "Give me a work permit."

Fu Qingcheng hugged his little niece, stared at him for a while and asked, "Why do you need a work permit?"

Fu Qingle helped Mu Yuyang zip up the zipper of his sports coat, and said, "Come in and give Yang Yang pre-match guidance."

Fu Qingcheng was stunned for a few seconds, then the corners of his mouth slowly raised, he called his assistant over at the top of his voice, pointed at his brother and said, "Give him a work permit."

The assistant quickly took a work permit and handed it to Fu Qingle.

"Thank you." Fu Qingle put away his work permit, and led Mu Yuyang into the venue.

Seeing this, Fu Qingcheng ran to the studio with his niece in his arms.The assistant ran with him and asked as he ran, "PD, what are you in a hurry for? The recording will start after half an hour."

"It's ahead of time, let me know immediately, and the recording will start now!" Fu Qingle's expression was very excited.

The assistant hurriedly informed, but in fact he was still very puzzled: "Why the sudden advance? Now it's just practice time for archers, and there's nothing to shoot."

"What do you know, it's more about practice!" Fu Qingcheng said to himself while running, "It's too difficult for that guy to shoot, Yang Yang, you're the best!"

Fu Qingcheng ran all the way to the studio with his little niece in his arms, handed the little niece to the assistant and sat back in his seat.On the field, everyone had already started to practice independently, Fu Qingcheng hurriedly asked the photographer to focus the camera on Mu Yuyang and Fu Qingle.

Except for the players, referees and some staff members, no one can enter the arena, so the appearance of Fu Qingle makes everyone on the scene a little confused. Although he has a work ID on his chest, he is neither from the TV station nor a referee. Not to mention being a player, there is really no reason to appear on the court.

It wasn't until they saw that Fu Qingle had put on Mu Yuyang's protective gear, and stood beside him during Mu Yuyang's practice, as if to guide his movements, that they realized that he was here to practice with him.

Fans called it romantic, and some showed sarcasm.

"Mu Yuyang is also big-hearted. He doesn't want a professional coach, but insists on letting his non-professional boyfriend teach him. Are they here to compete or to fall in love?"

A group of Qingyang girls happened to be sitting next to the audience who complained. They turned their heads and said angrily: "I want you to be widowed! Does it have anything to do with you whether they are competing or falling in love? Besides, why are you so sure that the manager is not professional?"

The man let out a chuckle, and said disdainfully: "He is a manager, you really think he is an omnipotent god. If he can shoot arrows, I will walk out with my head backwards!"

"Okay, that's what you said, don't break your word!" The girls were aggressive, but in fact they were still a little vain in their hearts. After all, they were stunned by anger for a while, and they spoke big words without thinking about them.After all, the thin and frail Mr. Manager really looks like a sharpshooter. What should they do if they get slapped in the face in the end?

As for this small accident, Mu Yuyang and Fu Qingle, who were concentrating on training, did not know about it.

Fu Qingle said: "The coach should have taught you the key points of archery in detail. You should try to shoot first. This kind of thing needs to be practiced."

"Oh," Mu Yuyang responded obediently, standing still on the shooting line, recalling the steps the coach said, standing with his feet apart, holding the bow in his left hand, taking out an arrow from his quiver and placing it on the arrow rest, The index finger, middle finger, ring finger and three fingers of the right hand clasp the string, draw the bow, close the right hand to the lower jaw, and then use the left eye to aim and release the string.

"Crack!" After a dull and quick sound, Mu Yuyang hit the nine rings with an arrow.

This scene was played on the big screen in real time, and Mu Yuyang's handsome and neat figure caused a group of female audiences to scream.

Mu Yuyang was quite satisfied with this result, he took the arrow and turned to look at Fu Qingle, his eyes were clear, even if he was a child waiting for a compliment.

Fu Qingle nodded, smiled lightly and praised it was great, then asked him to try the second shot.

Mu Yuyang felt that Fu Qingle's boast was a bit perfunctory, and he felt a little lost, so he decided to shoot a ten-ring shot for him to see, after all, the ten-ring was his true level in the previous practice.But this time, I don't know if it was because Fu Qingle was too nervous in the back, and he played abnormally again, and still only shot the ninth ring, which was only a few millimeters away from the tenth ring.

This time, Fu Qingle only said something good, and then he handed over the third arrow.Mu Yuyang didn't pick it up, but handed him the bow instead, and said, "Didn't you tell me to guide me? Do you have to let me know the level of the coach before you guide me?"

In the auditorium, when everyone saw Mu Yuyang handing the arrow to Fu Qingle, everyone suddenly became excited, and some even whistled and booed.

Mu Yuyang smiled and said, "Look, the audience wants to watch it too."

Fu Qingle also smiled, calmly took off her coat and glasses, and took the bow and arrow.

Mu Yuyang hugged his clothes, stood beside him, and asked, "Don't you need to wear protective gear?"

Fu Qingle tested the feel of the hand and said, "It's not necessary for this kind of occasion."

Mu Yuyang saw him adjusting his position, and squinted his eyes to look at the distant archery target from time to time. The audience became more and more excited, and he couldn't help but start to worry: "Hey, are you sure? If everyone is watching, if you miss the target or you have to go One or two points is too embarrassing, you will definitely be ridiculed on the hot search."

Fu Qingle stood still in front of the target, repeating what Mu Yuyang did just now, but his expression was much more relaxed than Mu Yuyang's.Hearing Mu Yuyang's words, he chuckled lightly, drew the bow, and at the same time closed one eye to aim, and said in a low voice: "You have no confidence in your man?" As soon as he spoke, the arrow flew out of the string, Hit the bullseye.

There was an uproar.

Everyone was shocked, but the shock was far more than that.When the staff pulled out the arrow and pulled out a broken camera from the bull's eye, everyone couldn't help but gasp.Mu Yuyang was also stunned. It's not that he has never hit the tenth ring, and he has hit the bull's-eye before, but it is far from as easy as Fu Qingle.Every time he shoots the ten rings, he has to concentrate his attention. It's not like Fu Qingle, who shoots the sky arrow after chatting with others!And smashed the camera!

Still human? !

Fu Qingle put away his bow calmly, and asked with a smile, "Is this okay?" The cloud was calm and breezy, as if he had predicted the end of the camera.

Mu Yuyang nodded blankly.

Crews are rushing to install new cameras.Fu Qingle returned the bow to Mu Yuyang, and told him: "When drawing the bow, the arm muscles should be relaxed, and the breathing should be kept at the same frequency. It must not be chaotic. Archery is a skill, but also a mentality. You must keep the mentality. Calm down. You try again."

But Mu Yuyang refused to answer. After the shock, he suddenly became excited again, looked at him expectantly with wide eyes and said, "Try a few more times!"

Fu Qing smiled happily: "It's you who compete, not me. You have to hurry up and practice."

"I don't care, I just want to watch you shoot." Mu Yuyang asked, "You can do it with all ten rings, right?"

Fu Qingle raised her eyebrows: "I won't be a monkey to others without a reward."

Mu Yuyang lowered his head and smiled, and said, "Understood, if you perform well, you will be rewarded."

"What reward?" There were players and coaches around, and spectators in the distance. Fu Qingle couldn't be too intimate, and could only try to be as serious as possible in his expression and tone.

Mu Yuyang secretly glanced at the players who were training, took a step forward, and whispered, "We'll talk when we go home."

Fu Qingle was satisfied, picked up the bow and arrow again, stood back on the starting line, and was about to do the second round, a staff member came over and reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. Fu, Fu PD asked you to let go of the camera. , just miss it a little bit."

When the staff said this, they also looked embarrassed. They felt that their PD was clearly trying to force others to make things difficult. The arrow was not remote-controlled, so he could shoot wherever he wanted.Unexpectedly, Fu Qingle just nodded and said calmly: "I see."

The second shot was still the tenth ring, but this time it missed the camera.

Fu Qingle shot a total of five times, and all five times were ten rings.The audience burst into applause.

This result is not inferior to professional athletes, and everyone is deeply impressed by Fu Qingle's superb skills.However, they did not expect that there was something more terrible than this.

When the scorer took the arrow, he was shocked to find that Fu Qingle shot the arrow five times, except for the first time, the other four times all shot at the same position. There was only a small round hole on the target that was slightly larger than the normal arrow hole. .

Under the command of Fu Qingcheng, the cameraman cut the camera to the target.The audience was a little puzzled at first, but after listening to the narrator's explanation, they were all stunned in the same way.

There was silence for more than ten seconds, followed by warm applause and cheers.Other players who were practicing also came to observe the target with only one hole.

Mu Yuyang felt that Fu Qingle was refreshing his understanding of him time and time again.Excitement, shock, excitement and other mixed emotions made him hug him regardless of the camera and the audience, and asked loudly with a smile: "How many surprises do you have that I don't know?"

Fu Qingle hugged him back with one hand, and whispered in his ear: "There are still many, enough for you to discover slowly in a lifetime."

Mu Yuyang smiled: "I'm looking forward to it."

Soon, the short-lived warmth between the two was brutally broken by Ji Meng, who had no eyesight.Ji Meng came over and patted Fu Qingle on the shoulder, and complained half-truthfully: "Brother Fu, you're not being kind, it seems that we are useless for such a wonderful performance before the game. The audience has seen your , I guess they don’t even look down on those of us who are at the kindergarten level.”

"No," Fu Qingle said with a smile, "Everyone is looking forward to it."

Half an hour of practice time passed, Fu Qingle left the competition field, returned to the auditorium, and sat with Jing Xuan to watch the competition.

Jing Xuan praised without hesitation: "It was wonderful just now, have you practiced it?"

"I've practiced something similar before." Fu Qingle explained.

"So that's how it is," Jingxuan looked at Ji Meng who was adjusting the equipment on the field, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Mengmeng said before that you are a very mysterious person, I didn't take it seriously at the time, but now I find that he is right of."

Fu Qingle didn't deny it, put on her glasses again, and said, "Everyone has a secret."

As a director, Fu Qingcheng was very busy with work, and it was impossible to take care of his niece all the time, so after Fu Qingle returned to the stands, he asked his assistant to send her niece back to him.

Fu Qingle thanked the assistant, and took her niece back into her arms.It happened to be the time for Mu Yuyang's match.

"It's my little aunt." Guoguo sat on her uncle's lap, and was about to help her as she did in the morning, when her little mouth covered her uncle.Guoguo was dissatisfied and grabbed the little uncle's hand, very puzzled why the little uncle wanted to cover his mouth so well.

Fu Qingle bent down, and told her niece: "Don't call brother Yangyang little aunt anymore."

Guoguo tore off her uncle's hand, pouted her mouth and said unhappy, "Why? I still want to help my little aunt."

Fu Qingle made a step back: "Come on, you can, but you have to hand over to brother Yang Yang."

It's not impossible to call Yang Yang brother.Guoguo obediently agreed, but children like to break the casserole and ask the bottom line, so they continued to ask: "Little uncle, why can't you call me little aunt? That's what I used to call it."

Fu Qingle coaxed softly: "Your little aunt is shy, from now on we'll call you at home and brother Yangyang outside, okay?"

"Oh."

Jing Xuan, who was closely listening to the conversation between the uncle and nephew, lowered his head and tried his best to hold back a smile, and secretly rejoiced that Ji Meng didn't have any little nieces and nieces, so he didn't have to bear such entangled titles.

Ji Meng complained that Fu Qingle made the game too exciting, and worried that the audience would be disappointed when they saw the official game.But in fact, the competition is still very exciting. Although the players' skills are definitely not as good as Fu Qingle's, the level is still very good in terms of amateur standards, and it is a wonderful competition.Especially in the final match between Mu Yuyang and Ji Meng, the two were at the same level, and the score was always tight. The first few rounds had the same score, and it was not until the last round that Mu Yuyang narrowly won the championship by one point.Ji Meng was defeated and won a silver award.

The two shook hands, took off their protective gear, left the field, and returned to the rest area.The members came over to help them celebrate, and kept praising them for being handsome, amazing, and powerful.

Mu Yuyang insisted on seeking hatred, and asked: "Who is stronger?"

Liu Xianghan replied without thinking, "Brother Fu!"

The others nodded in agreement.Obviously, they have already been deeply impressed by Fu Qingle's superb technology.

Mu Yuyang could not refute.

After chatting with the members for a while, he ran to the auditorium to find Fu Qingle.Guoguo danced happily and kept saying, "Brother is awesome! Brother is the best!"

"Hey, I'll buy you a cake when I go home." Mu Yuyang pinched Guo's fleshy little face, and sat down beside Fu Qingle.

Fu Qingle handed over a bottle of water and boasted, "It's great."

Mu Yuyang raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "Isn't it embarrassing you?"

"Of course not." Fu Qingle said.

"I said I would get you a gold medal, but I did it. I'm exhausted." Mu Yuyang let out a sigh of relief leaning on Fu Qingle's body.

Concentrating for a long period of time actually consumes a lot of energy. Mu Yuyang's forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, and Fu Qingle took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.Mu Yuyang smiled, enjoying himself.Turning to look at Ji Meng, wanting to show off, but found that a tall and burly defeated man tried to shrink himself into a ball, holding Jing Xuan bitterly for comfort, without a single tear on his face, doing nothing Baba cried and howled that he felt uncomfortable after losing the game and wanted to hug him for comfort.

Mu Yuyang looked disgusted, and kept scolding shamelessly in his heart, crying so fakely that Jingxuan would not be deceived by you, he is not stupid.

In the end, instead of pushing him away, Jing Xuan touched the back of his head and comforted him gently for a long time.Ji Meng is the best at being cheap and good-looking, so she shamelessly said that she would not be sad if she kissed her.Jing Xuan is not a person who likes to show his affection in public, but Ji Meng is, and he has nothing to do with Ji Meng, so Ji Meng half-coaxed and half-coaxed him to hold his face and kiss him quickly.

Ji Meng smiled contentedly, and looked at Mu Yuyang proudly with her lover in her arms, as if to say: What's so great about being the first.

Mu Yuyang's face darkened, and he twisted the water bottle in the mining circle into twists.

"Fuck!" He couldn't help but swear.

Fu Qingle asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Mu Yuyang said dejectedly, lying on Fu Qingle's shoulder, "I just feel like I've been compared."

A trace of confusion flashed across Fu Qingle's eyes, and he glanced at Jing Xuan and Ji Meng who seemed to be hugging conjoined twins not far away, and he understood immediately.He smiled and patted Mu Yuyang on the back, and said, "There is comfort in losing, and rewards in winning. Do you want it?"

"What reward?" Mu Yuyang raised his head.

Fu Qingle looked at him with a smile, and said to the niece in her arms, "Guoguo, close your eyes."

Guoguo covered her eyes with her small hands sensiblely.

Fu Qingle smiled in satisfaction, hugged Mu Yuyang with one arm and bowed her head to kiss.

There was a smile in Mu Yuyang's eyes, and he hugged Fu Qingle's neck with both hands naturally, and slowly closed his eyes.

Surrounded by continuous screams and shutter sounds, the flash was blinding.

The world is in turmoil.

They just love each other.

The author has something to say: This is the end of the extra episode of the sports meeting, and the following is the love variety show requested by your wall cracks.You said, what would happen if a program invited Jiugongge Jingjing and Qingyang together? (sinister smile)

In addition, I go home on the National Day, there are too many temptations at home, and there are many things to do, it is difficult to keep up with daily updates, update as you please, I will try my best to update!

I wish you all a happy National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival! ! !Happy holidays!