I didn't want to chase you

Xiao Lizi came out of the shower, wearing a vest and pants, with a towel on her shoulders.

I don't like the way he looks.

He has no self-awareness that he is an alpha at all, he always dangles in front of my eyes in casual clothes like this, with a strong hormonal aura.

I think it's a test of my stamina.

Since ancient times, people only know that alpha can't hold back in front of omega, that's the instinct of human nature, but we omega group will also have instinct, okay?

Obviously the little chestnut doesn't know this, so I can only take the inhibitor silently.

But why do I always feel that if I take too much of this medicine, my brain will be broken.

"Give me two of your VC tablets." Little Lizi pointed to the medicine bottle in my hand.

I squeezed the medicine bottle tightly and looked up at him. He hooked his finger at me. His side profile is so pretty.

I said guiltyly, "Are you sure?"

It was my fault that I lied to him that I was taking VC tablets, but the inhibitor is not a drug, so it shouldn’t be a problem if Alpha takes it, right?yes?

I observed him secretly for two days, and there was no such thing as sudden weakness in the legs or accidental fainting during training, so I was gradually relieved.

"What program did you prepare on the day of the report?"

Owen asked me while wiping his sweat. The coach has recently increased the intensity of training. My tacit understanding with Owen is that when I train with him, he can chat with me for a while under the shade of a tree.

I shook my head, "I'm not ready, and I don't want anything."

He suddenly put his hands on my shoulders, "Then you have to help me, I have something I want."

"Okay." I said.

The thing is like this, the recent training intensity is too high, the coach decided to give us a chance to rest, he decided to hold a report performance, everyone will perform the most popular show finally selected, the coach will grant him a wish.

"What do you want?" I asked Owen.

He smiled mysteriously, saying that now is not the time to let me know.

I gave him a blank stare.

I asked him politely, and I seemed to be able to guess it without him telling me, isn't it the little yellow curly hair's birthday coming soon...

What Owen prepared was a dance song, and I guess he might be trying to surprise him.

But he came to my room with a stereo and asked me to dance with him all night, isn't it a bit too embarrassing for me?

"Rice, you're wrong, butt lift! Do you know what hip lift is?"

Owen folded his arms and stared at my ass.

I sat down on the ground, "Why are you looking for me!"

"With you, I will win."

"why?"

"Let me analyze it for you," Owen also sat down. "We have three referees in total. I'll take care of Big Red, and you can take care of Simmonda and Eisenberg. Let's work together!"

Classmate, you look like a chicken thief, do you know that?

I thought for a while and told him: "You are wrong, even if you can handle the coach, but I heard that the new team doctor is Gassi's uncle, Simmonda may not choose you, besides, you think Eisenberg would like you to practice here ?”

Owen was decadent for a few seconds, then rekindled, "Then I decided to use my strength to conquer them."

I was pleasantly surprised: "You have finally decided to give up dancing and doing backflips?"

The backflip is Owen's unique skill.

"No," he stood up, "I decided that the perfect combination of backflips and dance music."

I:"……"

I looked at Owen, thinking in my heart that the power of love is really great.

I was dragged downstairs to practice dancing.

Sometimes I really hate myself, why can't I resist the temptation of ice cream?

I am so useless.

I practiced hard downstairs with Owen until late at night, and when I got back to my room, I could barely move my legs.

He groped and climbed onto the bed, but was kicked out of bed before he could find a comfortable sleeping position.

"Wash and go to my bed." In the darkness, I heard the voice of little chestnut.

I yawned, "Have you finished your meeting with the coach?"

"Yeah." He turned over.

I climbed into bed again.

This time he didn't kick me out of bed, he turned on the light and picked me up.

And it's a princess hug.

I protested, "I want to sleep!"

"Well, you sleep on the sofa." He threw me on the sofa.

Me: "Why?"

He smiled, propped the sofa with one hand, leaned over and asked me, "Where did you go?"

"Training." I whispered, "Irving is going to be number one in the program, and he wants to meet Keris."

Little Lizi moved his face away from my eyes, and snorted coldly, "You really care about other people's affairs."

"I learned from you," I followed him, "You also invited me to eat pork stewed vermicelli, it was delicious."

Little Chestnut: "..."

He took out my pajamas from the cabinet and threw them to me, "Are you refreshed now? Go take a shower before going to bed."

"Okay." I held my pajamas and sighed.

Before I entered the bathroom, he asked me abruptly, "Is that tablet by your bed really VC tablets?"

"Yes."

I hurried into the bathroom.

Didn't he have some bad reaction?

The report performance was held in a conference hall of the hotel, and Simmonda hosted it. I didn't expect him to tell bad jokes, although he was a bit too cold.

I played with Owen last, and he was a little nervous.

"Next, we will invite our respected team doctor, Mr. Lavas, to bring a saxophone solo." Simmonda read the script and looked at the new team doctor with a smile, "Are you ready?"

Mr. Wallace took the stage confidently.

I comforted Owen: "Maybe he accidentally lost his temper."

Owen didn't even look back at me.

After Wallace's performance.

Owen did several backflips in a row and landed directly on the stage. I was dumbfounded.

Owen, he is fighting hard.

"Thank you everyone," Owen said, turning the microphone in Simmonda's hand. "Everything I did today was for my wife."

I accidentally slipped off the stage, but fortunately Simmonda was beside me and reacted quickly, and he pulled me up.

Owen glanced at me and continued to be sensational: "Tomorrow is his birthday, I really want to see him."

The dance music chosen by Owen is very flattering, showing his stunts very thoroughly.

I'm talking about backflips.

And me, I'm just a backup dancer.

Little Chestnut kept looking at me and smiling.

I should have expected him to be like this.

Last night, he coaxed me to dance for him to see, and I danced for him in the mood that maybe he would know me.

He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Migon, it seems that dancing is really not for you."

I gasped and asked him, "Where did you jump wrong?"

He even thought about it for a while, and told me solemnly: "Maybe the clothes are wrong, change the pajamas tomorrow."

I:"……"

I've always been too careless with Eisenberg.

After reporting the performance, Xiao Lizi comforted me: "Although you didn't dance well, at least you won the first place."

Thank you so much for voting for me just now!