fastball under a clear sky

Going up, it is better to do more preparations. "

"Then you are going to Piqinggu?" Wu Yiwei asked.

"Well, of course, I'm going to help the pitcher catch it." He pointed to Nomi who was standing in the pitcher's practice area and looked over here.

Wu Yiwei frowned: "Then I will go to your side too!"

"You can't throw the ball!" Long Hao emphasized again.

"I know, I'm just watching. Since you don't want me to shoot because you're afraid of getting hurt, you might get hurt if you catch fly balls. I might as well just stand by the side."

Hearing what he said, Long Hao also thought it made sense, so he nodded and let Wu Yiwei follow behind him.

Pi Qinggu, who is an amateur and soft baseball player, is really not very good, especially for a player like Wu Yiwei who is rolling in the highest hall of baseball, seeing the speed of the ball is less than 120 kilometers or even 110 kilometers. The pitching practice that I came to was really boring.

But seeing this big boy named Nengjian cast very seriously, Wu Yiwei didn't have any intention of looking down on him.

"Long Hao, wait a minute!" Wu Yiwei suddenly said.

After hearing this, Long Hao waved his hand to wait for a while, then took off the catcher's mask and looked in Wu Yiwei's direction: "What's the matter?"

Wu Yiwei raised his left hand and said: "You tell him to keep his gloved hand facing you in a straight line, and then when he turns around, straighten his elbow towards you as much as possible, but don't use force on the wrist, just gently flick it. .”

"Huh? Is this your suggestion?"

"En!" Wu Yiwei nodded.

After listening to what he said, Long Hao translated it according to what he said, and then asked Nengjian to try it out.

Can Jian tried to wave his arms, and then changed his throwing posture according to Wu Yiwei's words.

"Hoo--" It can be seen that the speed of the thrown ball is much faster than before, and it goes straight into Long Hao's glove.

"Oh!" I can see the ball entering the glove dully, and I can't believe that I threw it by myself. I have been practicing pitching for almost a year, and for the first time I feel that pitching is so smooth and easy.

Long Hao turned his head to look at Wu Yiwei, he didn't expect that the kid in high school would be different as soon as he opened his mouth and nodded.

"Good!" Wu Yiwei nodded his head as a matter of course.

"This ball is very beautiful, keep this feeling and practice a few more balls." Long Hao passed the ball back to Nokami, and complimented him by the way.

He threw the ball in his hand again, and entered Long Hao's glove obediently. After seeing the trick of throwing the ball, the more he threw, the better his self-confidence became, and the speed of the ball became faster and faster.

This is finally more pleasing to the eye... Wu Yiwei touched his chin and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, watching the two practice.

"Oh, today's Nomi finally has some ball speed!"

A voice came from behind Wu Yiwei, Nengjian and Wu Yiwei in practice turned their heads to look at the person who came, only Long Hao put down his gloves and didn't want to look at anyone at all.

A young man in his twenties with a height of about 180 centimeters came here with a smile while chewing gum.

"Hey, are you the one who hit home runs and made triple kills last time? It's a pity I wasn't there last time, so I didn't see your heroic demeanor." When he walked past Wu Yiwei, he suddenly extended his hand to greet him, " You are so tall!"

Wu Yiwei, who couldn't understand Japanese, looked at the ruffian-like Japanese in front of him with a sullen face.

Long Hao sighed and said, "He's not Kubo-san from last time. My relatives from America don't understand Japanese."

"Oh! Hi, IamMAYUMI." Speaking broken English with a strong Japanese accent, the man still smiled.

"Magum, hurry up and practice throwing! You are almost two hours late, and the game is about to start." Long Hao urged the opponent with a straight face. In fact, he was very afraid that Wu Yiwei would beat Mayumi's sloppy attitude later, so I want to separate him from Wu Yiwei as soon as possible.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a five-inning practice game, and besides, it's sure to be a losing pitcher! Long, although you're good at hitting base, you need someone from your red team to hit you back." Degrading visibility to the extreme, Mayumi's words always make people burst into blue veins.

There are always people like this in every team. Mayumi played baseball from childhood to high school, and he almost entered Koshien, a traditional baseball school in high school. For some reason, he didn't go to a baseball-related university, but Come and join this casual softball team.

Because of the relationship between childhood training and adulthood, Mayumi has a very solid foundation, so in this kind of layman's team who only starts playing after he is an adult or even in his 30s or [-]s, his level and level are top-notch, and because of this His attitude is extremely arrogant.

Sometimes Long Hao can't stand his white eyes and arrogance, but he has strength, so he has nothing to do with him.

"Have you done warm-up exercises?" Long Hao looked at Mayumi who was standing next to Nomi and asked angrily.

Mayumi shook his hand twice, turned his arm a few times, and said, "I've done it now."

"If you are injured, don't say I didn't warn you." Long Hao really didn't want to bother him.

Makoto raised his eyebrows, waiting for Long Hao to catch his own throw after catching all the balls he could see. When Long Hao compared his gloves to him, he lifted his foot and threw a good ball to Long Hao.

After receiving the ball, Long Hao passed the ball back, and he still reminded the opponent: "Don't rush the ball all at once, it will hurt you."

Shaking his hands, Mayumi pulled down his hat and said, "Don't worry, I haven't cast seriously yet."

Compared with that high school student, this guy named MAYUMI is indeed much stronger, his posture is very smooth, and the speed of the ball should be 130 kilometers if he pushes it hard. It can be seen that he has a solid foundation, but his pitching posture does not look like a pitcher.

Wu Yiwei looked at Pi Qinggu as they were coming and going, that guy named MAYUMI was really noisy and kept making strange noises, and the Japanese players he knew and had competed would not do this kind of behavior.

Looking at his expression and actions, even though he doesn't understand the language, he can tell that this guy must be full of stinky farts. He has seen this kind of guy a lot since he was a student. people.

In this case, it didn't take long for them to be called back to the court to start preparing for the game.

The red team played first in the game, Long Hao was ranked fifth, and Wu Yiwei was ranked eighth because Long Hao introduced him as a relative who was not very good at playing.

In the player rest area, Wu Yiwei sat next to Long Hao and watched every move of the players on the field. Since it was not a real game, the attitude of the players in the rest area was very relaxed, almost chatting and joking. Wu Yiwei was based on the team education he received since childhood. The habit he has developed, no matter what type of game he will observe his opponent very carefully.

Mayumi's mouth is still very cheap. When throwing the ball, his mouth keeps moving, which makes the players of the red team very unbearable, but the point is that no one can hit Mayumi's ball, so everyone can only get angry and take him no way.

"It's my turn!" Long Hao watched the previous bat hit the strike zone, then raised his bat and prepared to play.

"Long Hao!" Wu Yiwei couldn't help calling him when he saw his serious appearance in full armor.

"Huh?" Long Hao, who was wearing a shock helmet, turned around.

"You are so handsome!"

When Wu Yiwei said this, Long Hao blushed immediately, coughed to keep calm, and then deliberately walked quickly to the strike preparation area.What an embarrassing sentence. Fortunately, no one here can understand Chinese.

"Come on, Longsang, it's up to you to shut up that fellow Mayumi!"

"Show him one."

With everyone's encouragement, Long Hao went to the strike zone, and Mayumi was still chattering when facing Long Hao, but as the team's main catcher, he knew Mayumi's preferences and habits very well, so he played a game without any hesitation. A hit across the infield line.

Seeing Long Hao who easily ran to first base, Wu Yiwei couldn't help sighing.Long Hao has really changed, no matter in what way.In high school, Long Hao was always low-key and quiet, and always gave people the feeling of being submissive, so he was like a violent monster around him, always getting angry because of him being bullied; but since meeting again, He found that Long Hao exudes a certain amount of self-confidence and charisma both at work and on the court, which makes him even more charming.Wu Yiwei clasped his arms around his chest and kept his eyes on Long Hao's every move. In fact, he is still very worried. After so many years of separation, the relationship between the two may have deteriorated.

He didn't know what Long Hao was thinking, but after these few days, he found that his obsession with Long Hao had reached the point of perversion.

Seeing how Long Hao played, he felt like a high school girl in the auditorium, his heart was beating non-stop and fast, the only difference was that the high school girl could scream but he couldn't.Leaning his body on the back of the chair, Wu Yiwei was immersed in the world where only Long Hao existed.

The game was going on quickly, and it can be seen that today's pitching was very smooth, which surprised his teammates and the coach, which made Mayumi very upset, especially when his teammates caught the opportunity to make him angry, even if Mayumi didn't come to the game, it didn't matter. Really furious.

Mayumi can not only shoot, but also hits one of the best in the team. It can be seen that Mayumi still can't stop talking when he meets him.

"See San, you have to hit the strike zone." He said, waving the bat in his hand.

"Don't worry about 120, the situation you can see is better than yours." Long Hao, who was crouching and arresting him, soured him coldly.

Mayumi glanced at him and continued, "I'm going to pull the ball to the right half to test whether your relative is as good as he looks."

Long Hao ignored his words, and it was impossible for him to succeed. He gave Neng Jian a signal for a low ball from the inside corner, and Neng Jian nodded and threw the ball.

Oops!

Seeing that the shot was not what Long Hao wanted, Mayumi showed a smile, then clenched the bat and turned around: "Ha, thank you so much!"

A real bow turned the waist and swept the ball vigorously, in the direction he announced to right field.

Long Hao stood up and looked towards the direction where the little white ball was flying. Although it was hit far away, the ball flew very high, and it was a high-flying ball that would surely die.

Fortunately, Awei should be able to receive it easily.

Mayumi saw the direction where the ball was flying, and let out a dissatisfied voice: "Tsk, pull faster."

Wu Yiwei squinted his eyes in the sun and watched the ball fly towards him.

Should we move forward at this time?

Wu Yiwei hadn't been an outfielder since entering junior high school, so he couldn't judge the distance of a high-flying ball at all. He looked at the trajectory of the ball and ran forward several steps.

Why is Awei moving forward?

Obviously a deep fly ball, why would he go forward?Long Hao keenly knew that something was wrong, so he quickly directed his teammates: "カバー[-]."

The teammates were confused, it was obviously just an ordinary high-flying ball, but under Long Hao's command, the first baseman still ran out to make up for the ball and waited for the ball to come in.

Things were just as Long Hao expected, when Wu Yiwei realized that the ball was farther than he imagined, he could only watch the ball fly over his head.

He turned around in embarrassment, chased the ball, picked it up, and finally passed it to his teammates who ran out to meet him, but at this time Mayumi had already hit second base.

"If I had known earlier, I would have run seriously!" Mayumi said annoyedly on the second base.

Wu Yiwei gasped and stared at the second baseman, who looked at him with a stinky face, which made Wu Yiwei feel as if he was being laughed at, and he began to feel upset.

"Long, have your relatives ever played ball? This kind of ball will also miss?" Mayumi kept saying sour words to Long Hao.

Long Hao didn't speak, but just squatted back to his catcher's position.

In this inning, because of Wu Yiwei's mistake, Mayumi hit the base, and this guy is best at talking trash on the base bag to interfere with pitchers. The visible pitches are greatly affected by him, so the red team dropped two runs first.

Then the red team changed to attack again, and it was the second half of the attack. Wu Yiwei was in a bad mood because of the mistake just now. I patted myself on the shoulder to cheer myself up, but Wu Yiwei just felt sorry for them, especially the one who felt the most affected, and started to lose confidence in pitching again.

It was his turn to fight, Wu Yiwei picked up the helmet and put it on, Long Hao told him not to push himself too hard to avoid injury, which made Wu Yiwei feel even worse.

Wu Yiwei waved his stick earnestly before stepping onto the left hitting zone.

"Ha, Takeiteasyman!" Mayumi said casually, chewing gum.

This made Wu Yiwei even more angry, this guy was really provoking him.

Mayumi is an idiot, every time he thinks that he is an African-American, and he talks in broken English without thinking about it. When Long Hao heard that Mayumi said this to Wu Yiwei, he really fainted. He might die after a while. Stop Wu Yiwei from hitting Mayumi's head with the bat.

"Fastball!" Mayumi directly announced to Wu Yiwei on the mound what ball he was going to throw.

Wu Yiwei ignored him, just held the bat and put on a striking posture and waited for him to throw the ball seriously.

Makoto, who was chewing gum, took a good posture and threw the ball. A ball with a speed of about 130 kilometers flew past Wu Yiwei's body.

"Magum, what are you doing?" Long Hao stood up nervously and shouted, as it seemed that Masumi's shot was intentional.

He wasn't worried that Wu Yiwei would be hit by the ball, but that his provocative behavior might cause Wu Yiwei's bat to greet Mayumi.

However, Wu Yiwei, who was surprised, didn't react. He just glanced at the catcher and then focused on the pitcher.

"Second ball!"

Mayumi threw the ball vigorously, and it was still a fast straight ball.

Mayumi's ball is fast for amateur players, but it is nothing to Wu Yiwei who has to face the speed of 140 kilometers every day.

"Hahaha, Sorry!" Mayumi laughed arrogantly. He threw a good ball, but Wu Yiwei didn't hit a stick.

"It's really too much. Wu Sang is a guest, and Mayumi did this on purpose! Long Sang, you have to go to the coach and sue him."

"Did Mayumi really consider him a member of the Bears? What's the fun in bullying a layman?"

There were bursts of shouting and cursing from the rest area. No one had a good impression of Zhen Gong, but Long Hao still watched the duel between the two with frowns.

"I'm going!" Mayumi raised his hand high, as if he wanted to make another good shot.

When Wu Yiwei saw the ball flying towards him, he twisted his waist and sent the ball forward after calculating the distance, only for a moment the ball flew towards the mound.

With a sound of "Bump!", everyone's eyes were on the pitcher.

Mayumi's glove was in front of his face, and the little white ball was in his glove. Just now, the ball greeted Mayumi's face. His reaction was quick, and he blocked the ball flying towards his face in an instant.

"Damn it!" Wu Yiwei obediently exited after swearing. He really wanted to hit the ball in Mayumi's face, but the aluminum stick was swung too fast compared to the wooden stick, which made his hitting point completely incorrect. , and the ball used is a soft ball that absorbs power, so there is a slight drop in speed and strength, so the result is much worse. If it is successfully hit, Maumi will be lying on the mound and wailing now, but Even because of failure, he still couldn't stop talking.

"Hahaha, it's almost there!"

Mayumi's mouth is still unforgiving, but the ball just now made him break out in cold sweat, and there were bursts of tingling sensation from his gloved hand. If the ball hit his face, his face would definitely be swollen like Like a pig's head, he can hit so hard with a soft baseball, and he still aims at his own face. This guy might be very good.

Mayumi had some doubts about Wu Yiwei, but he still smoothly dealt with the next hitter.

The red team is still [-]-[-] behind the white team.

Wu Yiwei was very quiet throughout the game, which made Long Hao feel a little scared. In the past, Wu Yiwei was very impulsive but easy to understand. He had such a dull and calm face, asked him and said he was fine, which made Long Hao very distressed. .

In the last inning, the red team attacked. Long Hao took the lead and hit another hit. The next six hits were walked by Makoto who was driving the ball fast but lost his accuracy.

It was Wu Yiwei's turn to attack again.

When Wu Yiwei stepped onto the strike zone, Mayumi fell silent. He looked at the ball with a little clay on his hand, and then at Wu Yiwei who was carrying the bat.

"Loser!" Mayumi spat out the word and looked at him proudly.

Wu Yiwei still didn't say a word, but Long Hao was really angry.

"ぉまぇ, ぃぃかげんにしろょ!" (You give me enough!)

He stood on the second base and said seriously: "Wu doesn't need your humiliation, and you don't have the right to humiliate him!"

Zhen Gong turned his head to look at Long Hao and didn't respond, then turned his gaze back to Wu Yiwei, then raised his foot and threw the ball with all his strength.

With a sound of "Clang!", Wu Yiwei's bat really hit the ball that had been sliced ​​towards his inner strike zone, and then he turned his wrist, and the little white ball flew over the pitcher like this.

It was high and far, a super home run straight to center field.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Everyone cheered in the rest area.

Long Hao glanced at Wu Yiwei in surprise, and saw that his brother started to run with a flat expression, everything seemed to be taken for granted.

After joining the professional ball team, Wu Yiwei had very few opportunities to hit. Hitting has never been his strong point, but it is not difficult to deal with this level of ball. After modifying the hitting force and swing speed, Wu Yiwei hit the ball very easily. out.

In the last inning, relying on Wu Yiwei's home run, the red team led the white team [-]-[-].

The game came to the white team's final half-inning of counterattack. Can Jian stood on the mound and made the final preparations. He had pitched four innings, which was very strenuous for an amateur pitcher who had no physical training.

Then Long Hao could see the ball he was throwing, and he could clearly feel that his ball power was weakening. Seeing that he was sweating profusely, he had to wipe the sweat off his face with his hands every time he threw a ball. Long Hao knew that he had reached his limit. Well, the other teammates of the red team have never practiced the position of pitcher. It seems that this inning will be difficult.

At this moment, Wu Yiwei walked towards Noi Jian from the right field, he stretched out his hand and said to Noi Jian, "Cut Tape [-], OK?"

Tired, Nengjian raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. He couldn't help turning his head to look at Long Hao because of the domineering expression on the other person's face.

Seeing this situation, Long Hao quickly got up and ran over: "Ah Wei, what are you going to do?"

"I want to throw the ball!" Wu Yiwei looked serious, and Long Hao could see that he was serious.

"You can't pitch!" Long Hao categorically refused: "Ah Wei, your home run just now is enough, there is only one last inning left for us to finish well."

"It's because there are only three people left. I promise I won't mess around, besides..." Wu Yiwei picked up the ball in Neng Jian's hand and turned to look at Long Hao: "Don't you want to catch my ball?"

When Wu Yiwei said this, Long Hao immediately hesitated.

As a catcher, even though he is just an amateur, but he wants to catch the ball thrown by a good pitcher. He is not inferior to a professional player in this mood.

"Long Sang, does Wu want to be a pitcher? It's the end, let him go!"

"Just look at him hitting such a big home run, let him do it!"

The teammates on the field yelled, and Long Hao glanced at the sweaty Nobu, and he also smiled and said, "I think I can defend the right field."

Long Hao pressed his index finger against Wu Yiwei's chest and said, "You promised me not to mess around?"

"certainly!"

"Okay!" Seeing the one-sided situation, Long Hao turned his head and said to the referee, "ピッチャーこぅ-ぅ-かん." (Pitchers exchanged.)

Finally standing in the familiar position, Wu Yiwei naturally used his feet to sort out the trampled marks on the mound.

Long Hao squatted back behind the home plate and put on the mask. To be honest, he was really looking forward to and afraid of catching Wu Yiwei's ball.

He swallowed his saliva, summoned up his courage and shouted to Wu Yiwei: "Let's throw some balls!"

Wu Yiwei nodded, grasped the ball in his hand and threw it towards Long Hao.

"Touch!" The ball went into Long Hao's glove smoothly, and Long Hao caught it effortlessly.This ball is only about 120 kilometers, and there is no change at all, which means that this is a very ordinary straight ball.

Wu Yiwei asked, "Is this okay? I only shoot straight balls."

It seems that he really wants to end this game well.Long Hao nodded to him after heaving a sigh of relief.

The first hitter of this inning came on the court, Wu Yiwei yelled "Samen" before heading the ball, and then threw the ball.

The hitter swung hard but hit the top of the ball, which became a ground ball towards third base. The third baseman easily received it and passed it to first base to complete the stabbing action.

"Niceplay!" Everyone praised the third baseman, but Long Hao knew that it was Wu Yiwei who deliberately let the batter hit third base.

"One out!" Long Hao raised his right hand and gestured with his index finger. It seemed that everything was under control, and Long Hao squatted back with confidence.

The second hitter steps into the strike zone.

"Make a fight (second base)!" Wu Yiwei yelled again when he threw the ball this time. The ball he threw was the same as the previous one, a sweet and fast straight ball.

The batter couldn't help but swung his big stick again, and as Wu Yiwei yelled, the ball rolled towards the second baseman's fielding range, and the second baseman easily passed the ball to the first base, completing the second stab.

"There's only one person left!" Long Hao yelled to his teammates on the field, and when he was about to squat back, he saw Mayumi standing on the strike zone with a stinky face.

"I didn't expect this big guy to be a pitcher?" He said to Long Hao before getting ready, "I got it back!"

It seems that Wu Yiwei's home run hit him hard, Long Hao ignored him and squatted down.

Mayumi pointed at the pitcher with the bat, and finally showed a serious expression.

Standing on the mound, Wu Yiwei blew his fingers, which is his usual throwing action, he said to Long Hao:

"Long Hao, I'm sorry."

Huh! ?what does this mean?

Long Hao's intuition was not good, but before he had time to react, a ball flew towards the position where his glove was placed.

"Bang!", the sound of the baseball hitting the glove, almost even the outfielders could hear clearly, and the audience stared at the infield dumbfounded.

"Nice card [-]!"

After Wu Yiwei praised Long Hao, he walked to the pitcher's mound, and then gave me the action faster than the ball.

"Just now... what was that?"

"So fast……"

Everyone in the stadium swallowed their saliva and looked at what happened in front of them in astonishment, Long Hao was no exception.

He felt that his palm was so hot that he didn't even have time to react to the ball, the ball was in his glove.

"Ah Wei, this is different from what I just said!" Throwing the ball back to Wu Yiwei, Long Hao frowned and hoped that he would not mess around.

"Only him, I want three strikes!" Wu Yiwei replied seriously, he was really angry.

Long Hao knew that he had no way to stop him, so he could only squat back to the catcher's position. He glanced at the stiff real bow, and said in a cold tone, "You're dead!"

Wu Yiwei is in a state of berserk now, it seems that the six relatives don't recognize him, Long Hao only hopes that the next two balls can be caught by himself, he has no time to care about the true bow.

The next two balls passed through the strike zone and entered Long Hao's gloves like fireballs.

Wu Yiwei's beautiful and smooth pitching posture, and the straight ball that is so fast that people dare not stand on the strike zone, conquered everyone on the court.

Mayumi, who was struck out while standing, couldn't say a word, he could only stand in the strike zone with a pale face.

"Baga Yalu, Pijia (pitcher) is like this!" Although he knew that the other party didn't understand, Wu Yiwei choked at Mayumi unceremoniously, and then walked down the mound and took off his hat to thank the referee in a low-key manner. .

"I knew you could catch it." Wu Yiwei naturally placed his hand on the shoulder of Long Hao who was standing beside him waiting for him.

His actions made Long Hao feel recognized, just like Okazaki or Lin Bairui.

However, after catching the three balls just now, Long Hao still felt a burning sensation in his palm, but it was just a soft baseball. I really admire Okazaki and Lin Bairui for being able to catch so many balls from him.

"You're really urging the ball for a meaty catcher like me! It's really heartless." Long Hao pretended to complain.

Wu Yiwei said to him seriously: "No, I know you must be able to catch it before I dare to vote."

"So you are my wife on the court!" Wu Yiwei suddenly thought.

Long Hao smiled and thanked him indifferently: "You are really messy, you have so many wives!"

After Wu Yiwei coughed, he lowered his head and whispered in Long Hao's ear: "But my husband is only you, don't abandon me..."

Long Hao's face turned red instantly, he didn't expect Wu Yiwei to flirt with him on the court.No, he turned his head to look at Wu Yiwei, he realized that this guy was serious and that's what was really scary.

Long Hao turned his face aside in embarrassment and replied: "I know, you don't have to keep reminding me to be responsible for this matter."

Wu Yiwei smiled in satisfaction, every time he heard Long Hao's promise, he felt his whole mood improved.Long Hao really felt that there was no one in this world who understood better than him. Looking at the other person's obviously happy expression, he knew that he really couldn't let him go...

Wu Yiwei in the last game scared many people, and Long Hao had to quickly disinfect and toughen it up. Thanks to his good image in the team, everyone didn't ask too many questions.

After that, Makoto packed his equipment and left in a low-key manner. Long Hao sincerely hoped that he could learn a lesson.

After the day's practice, everyone went to the locker room to take a shower and change clothes, and only Long Hao stayed in the equipment room to count the equipment.

The flames bought all the ball equipment from Long Hao's store. Today the coach told him to make up some new ball equipment, so he had to write down what should be repaired and bring it for replacement next time.

Wu Yiwei stood by and watched him count the number of supplies, and the two didn't enter the dressing room to change until he finished these tasks.

When the two entered the locker room, there was no one there, only his teammates left a message on the message board asking Long Hao to return the keys to the administrator.

"Everyone has left?" Wu Yiwei asked looking at the empty locker room.

"Well, let's take a shower, don't make the administrator wait too long." Long Hao said while taking off his dirty jersey and shorts from practice, and then went to the shower room and turned on the shower head to take a cold shower.

Phew, so comfortable!

The water jet rushing down from the shower head completely relaxed Long Hao's tired muscles and spirit. Just when he was about to apply body lotion, the cloth in the shower room was pulled away.

"Ah Wei!?" Long Hao looked at the man who pulled his Bu Lian away.

Wu Yiwei, who was completely naked, said to him very naturally: "I'll wipe your back for you."

"I just want to take a shower." Facing Wu Yiwei naked like this, Long Hao became a little shy.

Wu Yiwei didn't intend to just walk away, he touched Long Hao's thin chest and said in a low voice, "I want to help you take a bath."

Long Hao looked at the lustful light in his eyes, and then saw that his lower body was already ready to go, so he had no choice but to ask directly: "Don't tell me that you want now..."

"Well, I want to fuck you!" Wu Yiwei nodded unabashedly: "I couldn't bear it when I saw your handsome appearance in playing basketball, and I have endured it until now!"

"Really!?" Long Hao was really about to be defeated by him. They would have sex every day, and sometimes not only once, but he could still have lust on such occasions. This is not a bloody and sacred baseball stadium. ?

"What's so surprising? I've endured it for eight years!" Wu Yiwei walked under the shower head and let himself be soaked in cold water.

You can't let him go back like this, Long Hao sighed: "I'll help you get it out with my hands..."

"I don't want it! Don't you think it feels good to have sex in the shower?" The bathroom in Long Hao's apartment is too crowded, there is no way to squeeze two people, otherwise Long Hao would have wanted to rush in when he was taking a shower.

Wu Yiwei's whole body was almost attached to Long Hao's body. He was a full head taller than Long Hao, and his extremely hard male symbol was also attached to Long Hao's lower abdomen.

"I still like to be on the bed." Long Hao raised his chin and looked at him.

"Hmm..." Wu Yiwei put his hands on the wall behind, kissed his cheeks and nose naturally, and finally stuck his lips that would never get tired no matter how much he kissed.

The lips of the two were stuck to each other as if they could not be separated, and each other's hands were also moving on each other's body. The hot body temperature even caused a wisp of white smoke to emerge from the cold water rushing onto the body.

Long Hao's body didn't respond up to expectations, no matter how tired and how physically weak he was, he could never escape successfully in the face of Wu Yiwei's temptation.

Sparks of lust exploded between the two again and again.

Wu Yiwei skillfully licked and groped every inch of Long Hao's skin. He was very keen on pleasing Long Hao. In just a few days, he even found out almost all of Long Hao's sensitive areas.

Attacking from the cheeks, chin to the collarbone, Wu Yiwei also bent his knees and pressed his lips on Long Hao's chest, followed by the two sensitive bumps.

Repeatedly licking, sucking and even nibbling made Long Hao's hair stand on end, he could only lean his body against the wall behind his head, this action made Wu Yiwei's kissing attack more violent, and then he went to He licked Long Hao's abdomen and the masculine symbol that had been raised high earlier.

Wu Yiwei knelt down on one knee and put Long Hao's penis into his mouth without hesitation.

"Ha..." Long Hao frowned, and couldn't help moaning comfortably. The other man's tongue was attached to his penis, stroking the skin full of sensitive nerves, from front to back and back to front Licking and kissing back and forth.

"Are you comfortable?" The man who stopped deliberately looked up at his lover who had closed his eyes and asked.

"Mmm..." Long Hao nodded honestly.

"Then... I'll continue..." Satisfied with the other party's answer, the corners of his mouth held the sensitive top again, and then began to swallow. He moved fast and slow to give the other party full stimulation, giving the other party a wave Another wave of pleasure.

Wu Yiwei is the one who yearns for love every time, but he never has to solve his own needs in a hurry. He really enjoys the feeling of Long Hao yearning for himself in the process of love, and the sound he makes because of pleasure, just like this He was very satisfied, so even if he was asked to serve Long Hao on his knees, he didn't feel any damage to his masculine dignity.

"Ah Wei..." Long Hao grasped Wu Yiwei's head with his forgetful hands, and subconsciously pushed his hips forward, allowing the penis to penetrate deeper.

"I'm going to ejaculate quickly..." Long Hao pushed Wu Yiwei away and pulled his penis away when he felt a sense of pleasure was about to burst out.

The scorching liquid sprayed forward, and when it landed on the ground, it was immediately washed away by the water sprayed from the shower head.

"Ha, ha..." Long Hao leaned against the wall panting, but the penis that had vented had not yet completely weakened.

Satisfied, Wu Yiwei stood up, and he kissed Long Hao behind the ear again: "I'll go in instead..."

Hearing what he said, Long Hao quickly distanced the two of them: "Ah Wei, I will help you with my mouth. There is no condom now, so the matter of coming in..."

Hearing Long Hao's words, Wu Yiwei frowned immediately: "Condom? Long Hao, why do you have to use a condom? I actually really hate that thing!"

Long Hao taught him to use the condom. He really felt that the film on his dick was annoying enough, but Long Hao asked him to use it every time, so he had to obediently obey.

But now that the atmosphere is so good, Long Hao brought up condoms again which really disappointed him, this time he took the opportunity to express his dissatisfaction.

"That is a very important thing to protect our health, what's there to hate?" Long Hao said puzzled, except for a long time ago