Uncle Ye: Maybe tomorrow

To be honest, Xiye really didn't expect them to win the championship.

When he stood on the podium, he was still a little dazed.

Mystic suddenly moved closer and touched his forehead, but it was still a little hot. During the game, he could hear Xiye coughing non-stop.

Mystic asked him secretly: "Uncomfortable?"

Xiye looked at him, not knowing what to say.

When he woke up that morning and saw Mystic next to him, he was really shocked.

In the cool morning air, Xiye sneezed.

Mystic pulled Xiye back under the blanket, and then forcibly covered him with the blanket.

Facing Xiye's gaze, mystic rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

Well, he actually woke up early.

Touch Xiye's forehead, although it's still a little hot, it's much better than yesterday.

Mystic asked Xiye: "It's okay"

Xiye nodded blankly.

It is indeed much better than yesterday, although I still feel a little dizzy, but the fever is not so strong anymore.

Mystic nodded and got off the bed to put on his shoes.

Xiye watched him walk into the bathroom Shi Shiran, still unable to recover.

What the fuck is going on, how could he run into the same bed with this sbad! ! !

Xiye was in a mess.

Shaking her head, the memories of last night came back to her mind bit by bit, Xi Ye opened her mouth, really not knowing what to say.

Mystic also looked like he didn't know what to say, paused, and poured Xiye a glass of water.

Xiye took the water and poured it down under mystic's gaze.

Mystic took the empty water glass and put it on the bedside table.

Now, the two of them really stared at each other.

Xiye racked her brains, what should she say next, how about saying good morning?It seems a bit late...then...

It's okay, okay, before he finished thinking, there was a knock on the door.

Xiye breathed a sigh of relief.

Mystic went to open the door, seeing Xiye's relaxed appearance from the corner of his eye, he was very upset, so the little beast outside the door saw a stinky Mystic...

The little beast was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the house number, that's right, then looked at Mystic's black face, the little beast shrank his neck, he...seemed...didn't mess with him, did he?

Mystic asked blankly, "Is there something wrong?"

Only then did Xiaoshou come back to his senses, pushed the mystic away and walked in, shouting: "Xiao Xiye, brother is here to see you."

Mystic's face darkened even more.

Little Xiye shrank under the quilt, rubbed her eyes, she was still sleepy, and didn't bother to talk to the little beast, Xiye fell asleep again.

Xiaoshou looked at the laziness of this man speechlessly, and was about to say something when he thought of Mystic: "Hey, why is Mystic here?"

Xiye smacked her lips under the quilt: Well, how do you answer this?

But the little beast seemed to suddenly realize: "Oh, I understand!"

Xiye looked at him nervously.

The little beast said cheerfully, "It's better that you have a good relationship. I woke up so early in the morning to see you."

Xiye breathed a sigh of relief.

Mystic asked him again blankly: "What's the matter?"

Xiaoshou looked at him contemptuously: "Of course there is something to do, what happened to Xiao Xiye is the biggest thing!"

Mystic and Xiye scolded in their hearts at the same time: Shameless!

Xiao Beast looked at Xiao Xiye with a smile on his face: "How do you feel? Can you do the game in the afternoon?"

Xiye nodded: "Well, it's much better."

Seeing that he was indeed much better, the little beast felt relieved: "That's great, that's great." After a pause, he complained again: "Why do you think you caught a cold? Look at our uncle, who drags the board in short-sleeved pants and shorts all day long. It’s still too hot, you’re going to catch a cold, hey, what a kid, what a brat, hahahaha!”

Xiye stared at him, wanting to throw this man out, take a stick! ! !

It was rare for Mystic to hear his inner voice, and dragged the little beast away.

The little beast refused to let go: "Hey hey hey, let's call you a child, look at you, you must be angry from embarrassment!!!"

Mystic closed the door sharply.

With a "bang", the room was quiet again.

Xiye stared at mystic eagerly, held back for a long time, and said, "Aren't you going?"

Mystic vomits blood! ! !

Walking over, he forced Xiye back under the blanket, and brushed the broken hair on his forehead.

"What do you want to eat, I'll buy it?"

With his head down, Xiye was lying down, only seeing the tenderness in that man's eyes, full of tenderness.

Xiye suddenly got wet eyes.

Turning her head in embarrassment, Xiye gritted her teeth in hatred.

Bastard, bastard, sb! ! !

Xiye scolded him, and scolded herself too! ! !

Could it be that a sick person is more fragile, otherwise why would he act like a woman and want to cry just because of that person's tenderness! ! !

Really fucking like a pervert! ! !

Xiye bit her lip tightly.

Mystic straightened up, his thin bangs covered his eyes, and he couldn't see the expression.

He can't, he really can't.

In the quiet room, his voice was also low: "I'll go buy you food, you can sleep a little longer."

After Mystic left, Xiye stared blankly at the ceiling.

He suddenly realized one thing, mystic, did he know?

Thinking of this possibility, Xiye was so flustered that he could hardly breathe.

It's okay, it's okay, Xiye tried hard to comfort himself, although he didn't accept him, he didn't express any disgust towards him either.

He didn't treat himself as a pervert, and didn't stay away from him like watching some virus, should he be grateful to him, Xiye thought mockingly.

When Mystic came back, it was obvious that Xiye was even more silent.

Pass him the buns you bought, and even the porridge is inserted with a straw first and then passed to him.

Xiye took it silently without saying a word.

Mystic looked at Xiye in silence, and Xiye finished eating in silence.

Taking a deep breath, Xiye finally looked up at him.

Mystic saw in his eyes the desperate paranoia and seriousness.

"I have something to tell you, I..."

"Xiye", Mystic hurriedly interrupted him: "You, you have a good rest, I'm leaving first."

Don't say, don't say, don't make me.

Mystic almost fled away.

Quiet room, pure white quilt, pure white walls, everything is bright, clean and almost ruthless.

Xiye sat on the bed, in a daze, unable to recover, just like that, watching the man walk away.

Mystic tugged at the corner of his clothes, and Xiye came back to his senses.

The award presenter hung the golden medal on his chest, Xiye looked down and grinned happily.

Mystic watched silently and smiled silently.

The heavy silver trophy was handed over to Cardi.

Xiye blinked, blinked vigorously, kept blinking, trying to see the words on the ceiling clearly.

Mystic looked at him strangely.

Conan chuckled: "Xiao Xiye, you can cry if you want to, brother won't laugh at you. See how honest Xiao Wushuang is, learn from him!"

Wushuang scolded him: "You're the only one crying! Get out!"

Conan is very sad, because Mao's current children are more fierce than each other! ! !

The confetti exploded suddenly, Kadi was taken aback unsuspectingly, his hands trembled, the trophy was heavy, Kadi hurriedly held it firmly.

"Hahahahahaha..."

After that, of course, to eat...

Xiye is still sick, so when others drink, he drinks water...

Xiye was very aggrieved: This damn cold, when can't come, but this time. (Why does it feel like talking about my aunt...)

The players were all excited.

They really, really haven't won a championship in a long time.

Over the past year, they have suffered countless abuses, ridicules, and contempt.

There was so much pressure on everyone, so many days, Xiye didn't even want to recall them.

He just felt very sorry, sorry for those fans who have always supported him, sorry for their never leaving, sorry for their full of encouragement.

Finally, Xiye thought, finally let them be proud when they say their favorite team is WE, instead of being despised by others.

He really, really, really appreciates the fans who continue to love each of them regardless of their grades.

It's always going to get better, isn't it?

Xiye felt a little sad for no reason.

The uncle was very silent.

All day he was silent.

Conan put his arms around his shoulders, "Brother-in-law, what's the matter? Have a conflict with Xiye? Tell brother, brother will help him beat you!"

The wine in Wushuang's mouth almost spewed out: Emma, ​​Conan is so funny!

The brother-in-law drank silently and ignored him.

Conan was bored, turned his eyes, and flirted with Wushuang again.

The pure and affectionate Xiao Wushuang was teased by Conan, and his stomach hurts from laughing.

The uncle was still very silent.

If you don't explode in silence, you die in silence. Mystic chose the former.

The way he exploded was that he handed Xi Ye a glass of wine, a big glass, white wine, spirits.

Xiye was stunned.

Everyone at the table was stunned.

Mimika pushed it away: "Xiye is sick, how can he drink alcohol?"

Xiye stared blankly at mystic's eyes, he was very serious, it seemed that his whole day's silence was just to think about this matter.

He thought, he understood what sbad meant.

The wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the words of forgetfulness lingered in the heart.

Xiye grinned.

That day, he was helped back by mimika, and everyone at the table was drunk. Mimika had a bad stomach and didn't drink much, so he became the only sober person at the table.

Xiye opened his eyes in a daze, saw the familiar environment, pushed mimika away, stumbled to the bathroom and vomited.

He has never felt so uncomfortable since he grew up so big, his stomach almost vomited out.

Really uncomfortable, TMD, uncomfortable tears came out.

Mimika patted his back with pain, and thought brokenly: "Really, you are still sick, and you still drink so much alcohol! There is something wrong with this mystic, why do you have to let you drink, this sbad, really sb !"

Xiye sat on the floor exhausted, looking up at the lights on the ceiling.

The field of vision was pale, the lights were shining white, the white was dazzling, Xiye squinted slightly.

This is really wine and meat, so as long as he does it well and forgets his words, he will be fine.

Xiye laughed.

Great joy and great sorrow, the young boy grew up overnight.