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

After returning to the training room, Xue Lan kept thinking about Wen Yan's words.

Although in the upcoming domestic finals, no matter whether they win or lose, they will not be able to remove Team Thunder from the international competition, but if they qualify for Team Thunder in the first match, they can...

But if this is the case, then Duan Wenzheng's words are really true. After the team arrives in the city where the competition starts, they will be given a week of recuperation time, followed by the first competition.

Thinking of having the opportunity to send Thunderclap home in the first match, Xue Lan already started to feel excited.

In the next few days, he practiced harder and studied the style of play with the Thunder team, and LGW's training has gradually entered the right track.

Just when Xue Lan thought that everyone was devoting themselves to practice like him and ignoring the outside world, on the day before the finals, a few people who had just finished a day of training got together and whispered——

"...Really! Can there be a fake?" Zhou Wangqing said triumphantly.

"...What did you do?" Lu You seemed still a little in disbelief.

"I didn't do anything. This is probably called 'A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye'?" Zhou Wangqing raised his head and chest even more secretly when he saw that everyone's eyes were on him.

Duan Wenzheng raised his eyes, seeing his embarrassing appearance, he couldn't help but remind him: "Did you expose yourself?"

"No way." Zhou Wangqing rolled his eyes: "He would never have thought that it was mine. Besides, so what if he thought of it. Am I wrong? I am simply an excellent life mentor. !"

"That's not good..."

Before Lu You could finish his sentence, Zhou Wangqing slapped the back of his head: "What's wrong? Their Leiting arranged to pry Qi Siyu away three days before the start of the match. Young master, why can't I pry them away?" people?"

"But Deng Ruiqiu..."

"Deng Ruiqiu, what is Deng Ruiqiu, he is greedy for money and lustful, young master, I have made him popular..." Zhou Wangqing was in the middle of speaking, when he suddenly saw Xue Lan who had gone and returned, he waved to him hurriedly: "Lan Lan!!"

Xue Lan heard half of it, and walked to them in doubt: "What were you talking about just now?"

"of course……"

Before Zhou Wangqing could finish asking for credit, he was interrupted by Duan Wenzheng: "I'm listening to Zhou Wangqing's story about how he used a voice changer to trick ignorant teenagers into quitting the team and becoming an anchor."

"..." Zhou Wangqing was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He jumped up and made a gesture to fight Duan Wenzheng desperately: "Who do you say lied to the ignorant boy? I just told him the danger of human heart and the darkness of thunder!"

However, Xue Lan grasped the key points of a few words, and said in surprise: "You, you tricked Deng Ruiqiu...to persuade him to retire?!"

"En." Zhou Wangqing said calmly: "I didn't lie to him. You don't know how stupid Lei Ting is. They used Deng Ruiqiu to trick Frank out to plant Frank to take bribes and fight fake matches. You know what is the most annoying thing. Isn't their sniper Liu Qi acquainted with Lu You, and they even want to try the same method on Lu You!"

"Liu Qi refused." Lu You sighed.

"How did Liu Qi stay in such a smoky team?" Zhou Wangqing knocked on the table angrily: "If I hadn't used my beauty to deceive these words, something might have happened! I and Deng Ruiqiu said that staying in this team will only be used and abandoned forever, it is better to go home and play live broadcasts, and the retirement life is not bad!"

"..."

The faces of the people in the room couldn't help but become a little strange. Zhou Wangqing looked at the dissatisfied expressions on everyone's faces and grabbed the honest Lu You and asked, "What's the matter? Are you not satisfied with the beauty?"

“……”路游尴尬的被他揪了起来，犹豫后耿直的问道：“难道不是因为你发666、888、999、1314、3344红包的……富婆人设？”

"..."

Xue Lan looked at Zhou Wangqing and Lu You who were fighting together, and probably figured out what happened.

Zhou Wangqing seems to have gotten to know Deng Ruiqiu through some means during this period...and persuaded him to leave Lei Ting?

"But..." Xue Lan hesitated, "Will Lei Ting let Deng Ruiqiu go so easily?"

"Then what's the matter? He didn't go to another team. The Thunder didn't know that A Yan was back. They didn't plan to let Deng Ruiqiu play in their last match in China. Why can't he retire?"

Lu You glanced at Zhou Wangqing, hesitantly said: "But Thunder's termination fee should not be very low."

"Then what's the matter, that's also buying back freedom!"

Xue Lan was about to ask something more, but Duan Wenzheng got up and put his arms around his shoulders: "Don't worry about it, what time is it, go to bed, there's a game tomorrow."

In the few days after the four-in-two match, Duan Wenzheng would sneak into Xue Lan's room every day as if he had tasted the sweetness.Although she just hugged and kissed him, Xue Lan still felt that she had repeatedly received obvious hints.

Alexander.

In recent days, Duan Wenzheng has also stepped up his practice, and the interaction between the two of them has become very few besides training.

But at this moment, Duan Wenzheng's words made him think wrong again.

Annoyed, Xue Lan stopped herself from fantasizing, and walked out of the training room with Duan Wenzheng hugging her shoulders.

"Why is your face so red?" Duan Wenzheng wondered, looking at Xue Lan's blushing cheeks.

"..." Xue Lan covered her ears and said, "No."

"No?" Duan Wenzheng didn't seem to believe it, and his hands on his shoulders tightened slightly, pulling him into his arms even tighter: "Tomorrow is the finals, are you nervous?"

"Don't be nervous." Xue Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and puffed up her small chest: "Thunder is not our opponent!"

"Who said this..." Duan Wenzheng looked around, and leaned into his ear: "I'm talking about our agreement in the finals."

"..."

"Where are you going tomorrow? Yours or mine? If you're shy, we can also go to your rental house, or..."

"........."

Xue Lan just wanted to cover his ears at this moment, and he quickened his pace to stay away from this chatterer.

"Or go to open a room, how about, where do you want?" Duan Wenzheng chased after him again, and asked with a smile: "How would I know if you don't tell me, what if I decide that you don't like it?"

"I-I'm not ready yet..."

Xue Lan covered her ears with tears in her eyes, and just wanted to go back to her room and continue lifting.

"What are you going to do? I'll teach you tomorrow."

He leaned too close when he spoke, and Xue Lan looked around guiltily: "Don't let people see it, the boss doesn't want any team member to fall in love."

"What are you afraid of?" Duan Wenzheng grabbed his shoulders indifferently: "Maybe he has already guessed our relationship. Last time you came back to save me from the competition, did you see what was said on the Internet?"

"How, how do you say it?" Except for training, Xue Lan has been watching the game videos of Thunder and other foreign teams selected after the finals recently, and has not paid attention to these for a long time.

"It's said on the Internet..." Duan Wenzheng seemed to think of something interesting, and said with a low laugh, "'That's not to save his teammates, that's his husband'."

"..."

Xue Lan secretly glanced at the person beside him, wanting to ask him if he really saw it or just to tease him. After all, Duan Wenzheng is not like someone who has nothing to do to read Chaochao... But Xue Lan knows that even if he is like this If you ask Duan Wenzheng, you won't tell him, instead you'll just make fun of him again.

How did he know that Duan Wenzheng's peripheral vision would catch his sneak peeks like this.

While talking, the two had already walked outside Xue Lan's room door.

Xue Lan opened the door, and said to Duan Wenzheng: "I'll go back first, cheer for tomorrow's game, late..."

He moved quickly, and he was about to get into the room in the next second, but he was still grabbed by the collar by the person behind him.

"Tomorrow is the game, don't you cheer your boyfriend up?"

Xue Lan secretly wanted to pull back the collar that was grabbed by him, and whispered again: "...Come on...Come on."

"Boyfriend." Duan Wenzheng's slightly raised eyebrows showed dissatisfaction on his face: "Don't be perfunctory to me."

His shy child had already entered the room, so he blocked the door with his hand: "Kiss me, kiss me, and I'll go to sleep."

"..."

Duan Wenzheng didn't rush, just patiently stood in front of the door and waited for his reaction.

Xue Lan was too aware of Duan Wenzheng's ability to kill time, and in the middle of his waiting gaze, he glanced vaguely at the empty and dark corridors to the left and right, and then carefully tiptoed to kiss the corner of his lips.

"Come on, it's late...well..."

But just when he kissed the corner of his lips and was about to close the door and leave, Duan Wenzheng took the opportunity to sneak in through the crack of the door one step ahead of him, and pushed him against the side wall before Xue Lan pushed him out again, and kissed him again. down.

Duan Wenzheng is like a voracious predator begging for kisses insatiably, such kisses that are tasted and then stopped do not know when they can no longer satisfy his thirst.

His fingertips lovingly caressed his cheeks that were hot because of himself, as if he was trying his best to restrain some delusion of destruction because of his preciousness.

It wasn't until the person in his arms leaned against him unsteadily that he kissed the top of his hair again.

"Baby, if you still make me wait tomorrow, I don't guarantee that I can continue to be Liu Xiahui."

"..." Is there such a Liu Xiahui?

Xue Lan blushed and complained from the bottom of her heart, but at this moment Duan Wenzheng's light embrace made him feel very at ease, and he couldn't bear to break the warmth at this moment.

After a while, Duan Wenzheng finally checked the time and let him go.

"It's getting late, it's time to rest."

Xue Lan, who was quiet and obedient in his arms just now, raised her head at this moment, feeling a little bit reluctant to part with her...

Xue Lan was trying to recover from such emotions, seeing Duan Wenzheng who let go of him, walked into the room naturally.

"Do you wash first or do I wash first?"

"..." Why did this person decide to stay so naturally?

"Tomorrow is the game. Besides, you promised to open the room tomorrow. How can I do anything now? I'll just hug you and sleep for a while without doing anything." Duan Wenzheng didn't hear Xue Lan's answer. He stopped and turned to look at him: "It's still us..."

Xue Lan's cheeks were bloodshot in an instant. Duan Wenzheng knew what he wanted to say without guessing what he had said ten thousand times. Xue Lan covered his ears and didn't want to hear what he said. Amidst his joyful laughter, he walked past him and ran into the bathroom .

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--small theater--

after an hour.

In a dark room without lights.

The drowsiness had just entered Xue Lan's mind. He vaguely felt that his hands had slipped into his pajamas. As sleepiness eroded, he felt that he was probably having those strange dreams again.

Just when he thought that the brainwashing of "this is it" in the dream was about to strike again, he noticed that the hand was slowly sliding|sliding...

Xue Lan suddenly woke up from the dream, and grabbed the troubled hand.

"Doesn't it mean that tomorrow, the game will be played and nothing will be done today? What are you doing!"

"Don't do it."

Duan Wenzheng, who was caught by the wrist, opened his eyes and talked nonsense in the dark, and blinked innocently:

"I'll just... check the goods."

"........."