my brother is not cute at all

Game id: Seven Choices, Height: 189cm, Weight: 81kg, Constellation: Aquarius, Occupation: Mainland e-sports player and anchor, Team: FIH (retired).

In the evening, the car drove into Lanting smoothly, and Yang Yue turned off the web pages searched on her mobile phone, her mind was full of the picture of Hou Zeqi's solo match and vaguely heard the content of him chatting with the proprietress.

Shimei said, "Everyone fought hard for their dreams and for glory, and even said harshly that whoever retires first will be a puppy, but I didn't expect that later..."

What happened after that?

According to Shimei's words, this team means a lot to everyone, and Hou Zeqi's state is also at its peak, which has not diminished in the slightest. What caused him to retire so silently?

Yang Yue took advantage of the groggy night to look at the people around her. Compared with the photos she just searched on the web, this person seemed to have changed a lot. He used to be as handsome as a man, with a face like a crown of jade, and half-long hair behind his head. Wearing loose and lazy braids, the broken hair occasionally hangs down, which can't hide the sharpness and unruliness between the eyebrows.His mischievous smile is dazzling, and his high-spirited appearance is dazzling.

However, upon careful observation, it seems that he has not changed at all. The years have weakened his youthful frivolity, and deposited his sharp, thorn-like edge into his bones, forming a natural and powerful aura.

"Looking at me?" Hou Zeqi keenly caught the sight around him, and smiled: "Have you seen enough?"

Yang Yuefan came back to his senses and was caught. He didn't panic at all, but asked back: "FIH is your previous team? Is it very strong?"

Hou Zeqi stepped on the brakes unexpectedly!The wheels rubbed against the road surface, making a piercing sound!

Yang Yue's body was heavily strangled back into the seat by the seat belt, and her back hit the seat back firmly!

"Hey, you're sick—"

"Yes, it used to be very strong, but now it's a batch of good food," Hou Zeqi's calm voice came from the driver's seat.

Yang Yue was interrupted suddenly, a little confused: "Is it because you retired?"

The voice of the other party revealed a disdainful smile in the narrow compartment: "You think highly of me, don't you?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Yang Yue always feels that this person's aura is a bit depressed today.

He looked at Hou Zeqi's handsome and deep profile with dark eyes, and asked, "Are you in a bad mood today?"

Hou Zeqi was silent, his light-colored eyes condensed into deep amber, flickering on and off in the dark night.

After a long time, he smiled softly, turned his head and asked, "What? You want to coax me?"

It's not impossible.

Yang Yue looked at his handsome and resolute eyebrows, rolled her Adam's apple, and didn't make a sound.

Hou Zeqi asked with great interest: "Do you want to give me a loving hug, or do you want to lend me your shoulder?"

Without further ado, Yang Yue unfastened the seat belts of the two of them, and took off the pullovers, revealing the slim black short-sleeved T-shirts inside.

Hou Ze and the others were all stupid, thinking that if you really want to hug, you can just hug him, why take off your clothes?

Without waiting for his reaction, Yang Yue opened the car door: "Get out of the car, I'll make you happy."

Hou Zeqi: "..."

The greening of Lanting is very good. There are precious trees and flowers and plants everywhere, so the path that can be passed is not very spacious.

Yang Yue found a fairly clean open space, took two steps back, raised her sharp and smart eyebrows at him in the night, and said, "Look, I'll try out the field first."

After finishing speaking, he kicked on the spot, and a clean and neat side somersault left a light afterimage in the air. After landing, he followed up with another one. A series of somersaults were connected in a series and connected into a circle. His thin and dexterous figure left a beautiful the sense of stagnation.

Only then did Hou Zeqi realize that what he meant to make him happy was to show him somersaults.

What kind of stupid way is this?It's also very interesting.

He was amused by this horrifying operation, and could only shout helplessly: "Hey, slow down, you dare to turn over this broken road? Don't fall you."

Yang Yue stopped and made sure that there was nothing wrong with the open space, so she smiled proudly: "I can't fall. I have already finished falling all my life when I was practicing. Now these are just food and water for me."

After he finished speaking, he retreated to the side of the road, stomped his feet and said, "I'm going to be awesome, look after me."

"Purple gold crown swinging legs, barbarian in the cloud, and then spinner 360."

Hou Zeqi didn't understand, but at the same time as the voice fell, Yang Yue's light shadow flew out from the side of the road, and a beautiful leg swing in the air crossed 180 degrees, and her head rolled directly onto her thigh!Landing silently followed by a front somersault, like a billowing cloud in the night, followed by a stretched side somersault, the afterimage in the air was still there, he kicked the ground and twisted his body and turned his whole body 360 degrees in mid-air!The half-length hair fluttered in the wind, like a fleeting epiphyllum blooming in the night.

"Twisting the Shuangfeiyan in the air, and picking up the little flipping Lalati."

As the words fell, Yang Yue was really like a light flying swallow, bursting out of the air, turning and tearing a horizontal fork, her thin muscles stretched out under the tight T-shirt into a mind-blowing silhouette, and after landing, she took three shots. A small backflip, and then a more stretched backflip in the air, followed by another double-flying swallow, the arms and legs stretched to the extreme like a flying bird with wings!

"Lie down on the body, pull on the legs, and then connect half a circle of spinners."

"Little Samsara, lie down and cover your legs and fly your feet."

"Rotator 360 runs through kicking the moon and swivels 720."

Yang Yue turned to the end, and didn't bother to report the curtain. She flipped through it in a flashy manner, and the flying and churning figure was reflected in Hou Zeqi's light-colored eyes, making the corners of his mouth twitch unconsciously. smiled.

It's really as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.

This series of somersaults after another made him dazzled, and those who didn't know it thought that there were some unworldly masters showing lightness kung fu here.

Hou Zeqi remembered that Jiang Haibo had told him about being taken care of by Yang Yue the night he broke up with him, and suddenly felt that the contradictory traits of this ancestor were particularly itchy.His personality is like a distant mountain in early spring, covered with ice and snow that has not yet melted, standing cold and resolute in an unreachable place, but deep in his heart is like spring water flowing at the foot of the mountain, broken into sparkling waves when the sun shines One piece, rippling with the softness that makes people fascinated.

Thinking of this, he felt that a certain place in his heart was also collapsing, like the snow on the top of the mountain sinking into the river in early spring, falling, melting, and flowing into endless tenderness.

It's almost done, and if you continue to turn over like this ignoring the gravity of the earth, I'm afraid that even Newton will be smashed into the coffin.

Hou Zeqi took two steps towards that side, just about to tell him to stop, but Yang Yue stepped on the loose floor tiles on the side of the road!In a blink of an eye, he didn't stabilize, and when he folded his ankle, he fell straight behind him——

"Hey, be careful!"

Hou Zeqi flew over desperately!She wrapped her arms around his waist, and the moment she landed on the ground, she hugged him tightly and rolled over a meter away!

The cushion made Yang Yue not feel the heart-piercing pain, but her chest was squeezed hard by the series of rolling.

Hou Zeqi lay under him, seeing Yang Yue's eyebrows slightly furrowed, he hurriedly asked, "Are you all right?"

Yang Yue took a light breath: "It hurts."

Hou Zeqi stood up in a panic: "Where does it hurt?"

"...feet," Yang Yue gritted her teeth, and managed to calm herself down. She lowered her eyes to meet those eyes that were as deep and determined as tiger's eye stones, and she couldn't speak for a moment.

"Where does the foot hurt? Is it a bone?"

"..."

"Get up and let me see."

"..."

"Little Moon..."

"Little Moon?"

Yang Yue stared at those thin lips, and suddenly came back to her senses!

"It's nothing...the bone doesn't hurt, I didn't hear it ringing."

Hou Zeqi was convinced, if he didn't hear the sound, it means his bones are fine?When you hear it, I'm afraid your feet will be gone.

"Get up first, I'll carry you into the car, and we'll go to the hospital."

"I won't go, I'm fine," Yang Yue suddenly became stubborn: "I won't go to the hospital."

"What if you don't go? What if you break a bone?" Hou Zeqi couldn't help but struggled from the ground.

He pulled Yang Yue's slender arms, and lifted him up from the ground like a chicken.

Leaving aside whether Yang Yue's feet were in any serious condition, his arm was almost dislocated by this man.

As soon as he was in pain, his temper immediately came up: "If I don't go, I won't go! I didn't have a broken bone! You just got a broken bone!"

After being teased by others, Hou Zeqi became a little bright and irritable again. He couldn't hold back this living ancestor, so he could only be soft.

"Okay, okay, if you don't go, you won't go. You come first, and I will carry you home."

Yang Yue stared at the tight and wide back in front of her, and got angry for no reason: "I'm not disabled, I can walk by myself."

Who made this man unhappy for no reason?If he's in a good mood, I don't have to put in so much effort to make him happy.

If you don’t coax, you won’t sprain your ankle. If you don’t sprain your ankle, you don’t have to be rushed to the hospital. If you don’t go to the hospital, you won’t remember the shadows left in the hospital when you were a child.

So the young master's temper is really annoying to death, what's there to be unhappy about?Such a grown-up person still needs to be coaxed. Should he be ashamed or show his face?

Want to carry him on the back?He is a big man with arms and legs, so why should it be another man's turn to carry it?He is not Jiang Haibo, does he care?

No...why do you associate yourself with that gay?He is not gay.

The more Yang Yue thought about it, the angrier she became, and she walked with a limp. Behind her, Hou Zeqi complained, "Why are you so stubborn?"

Yang Yue only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and a sense of déjà vu weightlessness came over her, and when she came to her senses, she was already hung on her shoulders like a bag of rice at the mercy of others.

"You let me go! This is in the community, what should I do if someone sees me!"

Yang Yue was in a hurry, and struggled restlessly, Hou Zeqi's understatement made people shut up.

"If you don't shout, no one will look here."

Yang Yue: "..."

The humanoid rice was stuffed into the car, into the underground garage, and then carried all the way upstairs.

After 15 minutes, Hou Zeqi's personal doctor hurried to the door and checked Yang Yue's injuries.

No bones or muscles were injured, but the ankle was bruised and swollen like a small bean bag.

The young private doctor pushed the glasses, and after prescribing the prescription, he briefly explained the precautions. Before he left, he did not forget to give a cold warning: next time, don't do strenuous exercise with the booster pad.

With a bang, the muffled thunder struck Yang Yue's celestial spirit cover directly, and directly burned the human-shaped rice into a shameless crust. Yang Yue wished to stick his head into the crack of the sofa and sleep forever.

Hou Zeqi stood in front of the sofa with arms folded, looking at the child who was flamboyant like a lion cub just now, curled up on the sofa like a sick cat, and said coldly: "That night of the game Where is the big baby I gave you?"

Thinking of that bottle of spray, Yang Yue asked, "Isn't it reserved for me as a souvenir?"

Hou Zeqi: "Its commemorative career is over, please tell me where it is?"

Yang Yue sullenly pointed to the backpack on the shoe cabinet.

Hou Zeqi took the spray and cotton swabs, sat on the sofa, supported Yang Yue's injured ankle, and put it on his lap to help him spray the medicine.

"Didn't you say that you can't fall like eating and drinking?" Hou Zeqi was angry and funny.

He squeezed the thin ankle with clear bones, sprayed the spray on his fair skin, and then used a cotton swab to smudge it in circular motions to allow the medicine to fully penetrate into the skin.

Yang Yue was blunt and angry: "You won't choke when you drink water? You won't choke when you eat?"

Hou Zeqi: "Yes, yes, but what's the difference between you doing somersaults with your internal height and eating bananas like a hamster?"

Yang Yue: "?"

What kind of metaphor is this?Don't dare to drive just because you catch a broken road, okay?

"Who am I doing this for?" Yang Yue became annoyed after thinking about it, "I'm not here to coax you."

Hou Zeqi chuckled happily, and rarely became serious: "Well, thank you."

The amber eyes looked into his eyes unexpectedly, like gems falling into a lake, causing heart-pounding ripples.

Yang Yue couldn't speak for a moment.

"Your tattoo..." Hou Zeqi leaned forward a little bit, rubbing his ankle lightly with his fingers.

Yang Yue felt that the particles flying in the air were rapidly moving and heating up, as if they were about to rub and explode when they moved.

"Because you like cats?"

no.

The scabbed scars in the memory were torn apart and split into bloody pieces again.

Yang Yue's dark eyes were sunken, and her fan-like eyelashes covered the gloomy light, so she couldn't see her expression clearly.

"This is my cat."

"Huh? Raised it when I was a child?"

"Ah."

"Very cute, what's your name?" Hou Zeqi asked again.

The figure of the snow-white fur ball flying vigorously on the bookcase with the bell flashed in Yang Yue's mind.

"Qiuqiu or Xueqiu, I can't remember," Yang Yue said.

"and after?"

"What happened later?" Being chased and asked, Yang Yue couldn't help avoiding her eyes.

Hou Zeqi leaned closer again: "Where did the cat go?"

Yang Yue felt that he was going to suffocate, he met the amber gaze that was as calm as water, and after a long time, he grinned.

"Of course he's dead."

Is that why it pierced the flesh and blood like it was when it was alive?

Hou Zeqi didn't ask, he frowned and stared at the corners of Yang Yue's lips blooming like soft cherry blossoms in spring.

He was laughing, but he wasn't happy at all.

"When are you going to stare at me?" Yang Yue shook her clenched ankle and looked away unnaturally: "Shouldn't you be working in the sea?"

Go to sea to work?

Hou Zeqi was delighted: "Where did you hear this word?"

"I heard it when you were chatting today," Yang Yue said, "Which sea area are you in? Can I see you?"

"Of course," Hou Zeqi teased him, "Do you want to feed me the little conch?"

Yang Yue suddenly thought of the coquettish thank you that he had heard in Hou Zeqi's room by chance on the day when such a big gecko appeared in the bathroom, and she didn't know what expression to use to face him.

"...do you like little conch?"

"I don't like it," Hou Zeqi let go of his ankle and stood up from the sofa: "I prefer to watch you do somersaults."

Yang Yue snorted coldly: "You're acquainted. In the middle of next month, there will be my program at our college's orientation party. I can force you to watch it."

"Really?" Hou Zeqi was about to be teased to death by his arrogance: "Then I am really honored."

He was in a good mood, so he whistled and went to sea to work.

Walking to the door of the room, he took out his mobile phone and pressed it twice, sent the room number to Yang Yue's WeChat, then turned around and added: "I'm going to work in the sea, I can force you to come and see."

"Really?" The corners of Yang Yue's mouth hooked uncontrollably, her voice was still cold: "Then I'm really honored."

There was an extremely light muffled sound from the heavy door, and Yang Yue turned her attention to the tattoo on her ankle.

The night was as cool as water, and the bleak autumn wind outside the window made the leaves rustle softly. In a trance, Yang Yue seemed to hear the blood-stained bell making a soft ringing in the distant sky.

--jingle

The author says:

As usual, see Weibo for the popular science of the dance part, and you can find it by searching for the corresponding chapter