The Whole World Thinks I'm a Woman Disguised as a Man

The four of them didn't intend to eavesdrop, and there was nothing they should shy away from being asked at this moment.

So Xue Lan and Su Yiyu looked at each other, and were about to walk out of the corner together, but were held back by Duan Wenzheng.

Xue Lan turned her head and looked at Duan Wenzheng puzzled.

In his opinion, Duan Wenzheng is the most unscrupulous among them, but at this moment he unexpectedly prevents them from going out...

Duan Wenzheng signaled him to be calm and calm, he pondered for a moment, and planned to go out alone.

Xue Lan didn't know what he was going to do, so she subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Before Duan Wenzheng had time to go out, someone stepped past them and walked out from the other corner.

This person was someone none of them expected.

Qi Siyu.

Xue Lan watched Qi Siyu walk out from the side in astonishment, his eyes didn't stop on them and went straight to Yuan Haoran, but from that angle...it was impossible for him not to notice the existence of Xue Lan and the others.

"Manager Huo has been looking for you for a long time." Qi Siyu said to Yuan Haoran: "He is in the lounge, let's go."

Although Yuan Haoran frowned slightly, he didn't say anything, and followed Qi Siyu to the other side of the lounge.

"Wait a minute!" Deng Ruiqiu didn't dare to stop the two of them again: "I want to see Huo Ran too, he was the one who asked me to practice this style of play. What's wrong, why did you kick me out of the first team?!"

Qi Siyu lowered his eyes and did not speak, Yuan Haoran smiled and said: "Rui Qiu, your current thinking is still wrong, when you enter the club, what you should think about is not how much you have done for the team, but what value you can create for the team .We didn't intend to kick you out of the first team, and Wind just left temporarily, and when he comes back, you can start at any time."

"So..." Deng Ruiqiu's voice was hoarse and dry: "You used to say so nicely, that I am a rare and talented striker, that Thunder will be the stage for me to show my skills... are you all lying?"

"I'm not lying." Yuan Haoran said frankly, "It's just that Thunder needs different 'geniuses' at each stage."

When his indifferent eyes glanced at Deng Ruiqiu and turned to Qi Siyu, a smile appeared in his eyes: "Let's go."

"Qi Siyu!" Deng Ruiqiu seemed to be extremely angry, and shouted with his eyes wide open: "They are holding you up now because you are still valuable, and one day you will no longer be useful, and they will abandon you, just like Just abandon me!!"

Qi Siyu glanced at his red eyes, and said calmly under Yuan Haoran's searching gaze: "Then I will be the one who has always been valuable."

Yuan Haoran raised his eyebrows, then took his shoulders and smiled and took him away together.

Deng Ruiqiu was the only one left in the corridor, standing there lifelessly like a puppet with a broken string.

Xue Lan's mood was very calm. From the compassion he felt for Deng Ruiqiu's fate at the beginning, to the fact that he indirectly caused Wen Yan's old injury to recur, he originally thought that at this time, he would be more or less relieved. emotions, but up to now, he only has a calm heart like still water.

After such a long delay, it is estimated that the Glory team has already left, and the four of them had no mood to go again, so they turned back and left at the same time.

But Deng Ruiqiu, who was about to leave angrily, also walked in the direction they left, and still found their existence.

"Why are you here!?" Deng Ruiqiu asked with a dark complexion.

"The venue is so big, of course we can go wherever we want." Su Yiyu curled his lips, pulled Xue Lan and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Deng Ruiqiu chased after him, blocking the way of several people again.

"Did you all hear it just now?" Deng Ruiqiu looked tense: "I, I didn't hurt Wind on purpose, I..."

Xue Lan remembered the scene where Duan Wenzheng didn't want her to go out just now, and subconsciously glanced at Duan Wenzheng, seeing that he was normal, then looked at Deng Ruiqiu again.

"Even if you want to say an apology, you shouldn't say it to us." Xue Lan said seriously: "If there is nothing else, we will leave first."

"You must think I'm ridiculous now." Deng Ruiqiu lowered his head and murmured: "After all, you have everything now..."

Deng Ruiqiu's words made Xue Lan, who had already pulled Duan Wenzheng to leave, stop again.

"It's not for others to judge whether it's funny or not, but you should know what kind of team the Thunder is when you join the Thunder. Can you really not guess what they want you to do? Now, go back and continue to wait for what they need When I mention you to the starting line-up, you don’t need to discard it at will?” Xue Lan’s voice was as clear as ever, but it made Deng Ruiqiu feel a bone-chilling chill: “If I were you, I’d rather go back and be an anchor than It will not be left as a chess piece that can be discarded at will."

Deng Ruiqiu stood there for a while without saying a word.

After Xue Lan finished speaking, she pulled the sleeve of the person beside her and left with the three of them.

Several people walked to the gate of the competition venue, and finally parted again.

When Xue Lan and Duan Wenzheng returned to the club together, he remembered Qi Siyu who appeared in time at that time, and pondered: "Why did Qi Siyu help us just now?"

"Who knows." Duan Wenzheng smiled and did not answer.

Xue Lan suddenly remembered Duan Wenzheng who held him back then, and asked curiously, "Why did you hold me back just now?"

"It's nothing." Duan Wenzheng said casually, "You'd better not attract their attention recently, the quarter-finals will be up soon, captain, how are you preparing?"

"I, I will definitely work hard." Xue Lan assured cautiously. At this moment, the two of them had also reached Xue Lan's door, and he said while pushing the door open.

He remembered that in the original text, LGW successfully advanced to the semi-finals, encountered Su Yiyu in the four-in-two match, and had a showdown with Thunder in the championship match.

only……

Because of this, the Thunder team finally appeared as the runner-up, and they also met again in the international competition.

But today, after overhearing Yuan Haoran's words, he actually hoped that they and the Thunder would be in the quarterfinals ahead of schedule.

Xue Lan was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the person behind him also sneaked in.

When he came back to his senses, the person behind him had already quietly approached him, whispering in his ear: "What are you thinking, so engrossed."

It was only then that Xue Lan realized that not only did she forget to say goodbye to Duan Wenzheng, but she even let him follow her into the door without realizing it.

"No, it's nothing." Feeling the person behind him put his head on his shoulder affectionately, Xue Lan's face became hot again: "It's almost the quarterfinals, prepare well during this time, and you should go to rest soon Bar."

"It's almost the quarterfinals." Duan Wenzheng didn't have the consciousness of being kicked out, he buried his head on Xue Lan's shoulder: "Should we... celebrate?"

"...?!"

If Duan Wenzheng said that Xue Lan didn't receive any hints, then the hand that slipped into the hem of his clothes at this moment couldn't be more obvious.

Xue Lan pressed his hand with a red face.

"Don't, don't make trouble, the domestic finals are coming soon, we still have to focus on the competition." He said the words of refusal in a soft voice, obviously saying the words of refusal, but in his ears, there was no sound. become tickling.

"I hug my boyfriend, what does that have to do with the game?"

Xue Lan's face became even more blushing, and she couldn't bear to interrupt the warmth of this moment.

But Duan Wenzheng's hand held down by him slipped quietly...

Xue Lan's mood that had just been relaxed was raised again nervously, and she grabbed his wrist.

Duan Wenzheng lowered his head, and kissed him lightly all the way from the top of his ear, making Xue Lan's already chaotic and paralyzed nerves even softer and more fragile.

"No, stop making trouble."

His voice was soft, with a hint of low-pitched crying, and Duan Wenzheng's voice gradually became hoarse: "Aren't you going to reward your boyfriend who made it to the quarterfinals?"

"...I, I made it to the quarterfinals." Xue Lan protested softly against his unreasonable trouble.

Duan Wenzheng smiled as if he had succeeded when he heard the words: "Then I will reward you."

As he spoke, he turned the person in front of him, leaned against the wall behind him carefully, kissed his eyebrows and eye corners little by little, then slid down to the tip of his small nose, and after a long and patient chase, finally kissed him. his lips.

The superficial kiss entered his exclusive territory in his gradually soft and chaotic breathing, and he clearly expressed all his patience and tenderness to him from the interlaced fingertips at this moment.

Xue Lan gradually became weak in such a gentle and tossing kiss, and clasped his fingers together against the wall beside his ear. If it wasn't for his other hand that was firmly supporting him to stand still, maybe he would have It has slid to the ground.

It was as if the hot cheeks had burned into the bone marrow, pushing his whole body into the boundless heat little by little.

Duan Wenzheng smiled and looked at him standing on his own, and the weight of the hug between his wrists became extremely sweet and satisfying.

But just as Xue Lan was gradually getting lost in this long kiss, Duan Wenzheng quietly pulled away in the kiss he responded to, and he just watched him involuntarily and quietly chased him out as he pulled away.Duan Wenzheng's eyes were filled with darkness, he went deeper in his subconscious pursuit, and retreated little by little...

The innocent and transparent child's cheeks are flushed because of him at this moment.

His empty and longing eyes were still filled with mist, and only his reflection could be seen.

He could see Xue Lan's carefulness, gentleness and obedience, like a blank sheet of paper, allowing him to dye it into any color he likes.

Under the intertwined eyes of purity and longing, Duan Wenzheng repeated the movement of the tip of his tongue, and his voice was hoarse: "Children..."

Xue Lan heard her own messy heartbeat intertwined with his. If he hadn't understood his hint for such a kiss——

Duan Wenzheng's voice was hoarse and hot, and his ears were tingled with breath: "Let's do it."