Xueba, don't look at me, look at the question!

"What kind of wind do you have?"

Mu Nanyu knocked down Bai Jingtan's hand, her heart beat almost out of her chest, with an indescribable throbbing.

Only by pressing his nails against his palms can he keep his voice from sounding out of the way.

"We are both men, talking about a fart relationship?!"

Bai Jingtan curled the end of his eyes, the light in his eyes was dim, and he didn't answer.

On the contrary, Guan Fang laughed loudly: "Brother Yu and Brother Tan, you two also play tricks of straight men? Tsk, it's so disgusting!"

"no--"

Mu Nanyu muttered something, turned to look at Bai Jingtan, always felt that the other party's eyes just now didn't look like he was making a joke casually, and wanted to ask more questions, but his thoughts were interrupted by a whistle.

"Hey, brother Yu, the game has started, and Cao Wu is on the field!"

Mu Nanyu restrained his mind to watch the game.

The members of the school football team were originally professionally trained athletes. With their football expertise, they entered Nanyang University, and their football skills were much higher than that of the opposing team.

As if deliberately trying to make a name for themselves in the first game, they not only played fiercely, but also played dirty.

Cao Wu played as a striker, often relying on his height and audacity to make some small moves, bumping into people, tackling the ball, and smiling nonchalantly when he saw someone get injured.

Within half an hour of the start of the game, they had already scored three goals. Several players passed the ball back and forth, teasing the opponent's players to run around almost like a monkey.

Guan Fang couldn't help complaining: "Tsk, Cao Wu and their style of play is really dirty, not like our Great China, like stealing countries and island countries."

"It was not a clean person."

Mu Nanyu curled his lips, watching a thin player on the court being knocked down by Cao Wu, curled up on the ground with his knees hugged in pain, he couldn't help feeling a little terrified.

In a confrontational game like football, the probability of injury is much higher than in general sports.

He overcame the slight awkwardness in his heart, and lightly bumped Bai Jingtan's arm.

"Hey, I heard from some seniors of our provincial team that Cao Wu was punished for fighting in the past. If you face him in a match, remember to be careful."

"it is good."

During the halftime break, the score had reached an exaggerated 10:0. One-sided crushing was nothing to watch, not to mention that Cao Wu and the others played in an aboveboard manner.

Mu Nanyu yawned without interest.

"How about we go back to the dormitory and take a nap, and then go to the study room to study English at night?"

Bai Jingtan put the book into his bag.

"Well - but I have something to do tonight, you go to the study room and wait for me, I may be half an hour late."

"whats the matter?"

"Make a video."

"Oh--what is the video for the competition? You go to work, I listen to an English listening for half an hour just fine."

They walked off the stands and walked along the edge of the field, and through the bustling crowd, they could vaguely see running figures on the field.

"Cao Wu, come on, ah! Another goal! Cao Wu is so handsome!"

"Cao Wu's tackle is great—"

"But he seems to have kicked someone?"

"What do you know, isn't it normal to have physical confrontation when playing football? Who is to blame for not being able to play?"

"Hey—they seem to be in conflict!"

Mu Nanyu paused, exchanged glances with Bai Jingtan, and then squeezed into the crowd. The two boys were about 1.8 meters tall, and they could clearly see the situation on the field if they got closer.

Players from the two teams surrounded the classmate who was kicked and injured by Cao Wu. They seemed to be arguing about something, and their faces were a little red.

Mu Nanyu saw the referee take out a red card and show it to Cao Wu sharply, so he knew that his kick just now must have violated the rules.

however--

"You still blame me for your good kick? Isn't it normal for you to accidentally kick someone with a tackle? What are you lying on the ground talking about, blackmailing?!"

"How are you talking! Didn't you see the red card? If you didn't break the rules, he would be injured?!"

Cao Wu's face turned blue, as if he had been poked at a painful spot, but he didn't dare to move because of the presence of the referee, so he just sneered and mocked.

"You don't know how to play football. How dare you talk if you were kicked 10:0 by us? If it was me, I would have surrendered!"

Several members of the school football team let out a burst of laughter.

"You guys are going too far—"

Cao Wu pushed him away: "Why, do you want to fight? It's up to you?!"

The teams that played against the school football team were also full-blooded boys. Although they didn't play well, they were not the ones to be bullied.Seeing that Cao Wu had no intention of apologizing at all, they immediately gathered around to try to reason.

The referee stood between the two groups of people and blew his whistle desperately, barely stopping a few people who were eager to make a move.

"Everyone be quiet, be quiet! The game continues! Disputes and fights are sent off with a red card! If it is serious, it will be punished!"

Cao Wu spat, made a mocking gesture towards the players of the other team, and walked off the field with a sullen expression.

The player who was injured by him was also being carried on a stretcher by the school doctor and sent to the school hospital.

Cao Wu glanced contemptuously at the players on the stretcher covered with pain and cold sweat, as if he had nowhere to vent his anger, he walked forward and said strangely.

"Yo, it hurts so much, isn't your leg broken? Do you want me to pay you for your medical expenses and buy you a crutch?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the field behind him.

"Guess, will your team be kicked 20:0 by us?"

"Fuck, he really thinks he is the king of the ball."

Mu Nanyu grinds his back molars, moves his wrist, feels that his bones are sore from idleness, and really wants to find someone to punch him twice, especially because Cao Wu is not pleasing to the eye.

"Hey, that yellow hair." Mu Nanyu held back, his fists still tightly clenched, and said lazily, "How about I give you some medical expenses."

Cao Wu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Mu Nanyu's "yellow hair" was calling him, and immediately scolded with a scowling face, "Are you fucking sick? Why are you paying me for medical expenses—"

"I'll give you medical expenses... to treat your brain!"

"Are you courting death?!"

Being ridiculed by Mu Nanyu in front of so many people, Cao Wu immediately rushed towards him with lowered eyes: "Grass, little boy, you fucking—"

Mu Nanyu's raised fist was pressed down by Bai Jingtan, and then the "sick young man" next to him wrapped his wrist like iron pliers, and lifted him behind him.

He only heard Cao Wu's roar and Bai Jingtan's indifferent sentence.

"Teacher, he wants to hit someone."

When he came back to his senses, Bai Jingtan stopped Cao Wu's tense fist in the air.

The face of the other party was flushed, as if he was a little surprised that his fist didn't hit Bai Jingtan's face, and as soon as he uttered a dirty word, a stern warning came from the side.

"What are you doing? Fighting in public?!"

The crowd of onlookers dispersed with a whimper, and a middle-aged man from the Mediterranean rushed over.

"What are you doing? Are the students of Nanyang University like this?!"

Bai Jingtan squinted his phoenix eyes, let go of his hand lightly, threw Cao Wu's fist back, and glanced sideways at Mu Nanyu who was a little dazed behind him.

Suddenly coughed twice weakly.

Mu Nanyu felt a sudden weight in front of him, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to stabilize Bai Jingtan's upside-down body.

"Bai Jingtan, you—"

The "fragile" Bai Jingtan coughed and gave him a wink, a pair of light-colored water hyacinth eyes with upturned tails, mottled and indescribably sly.

Suddenly, Mu Nanyu hugged his shoulders, and shouted anxiously at the teacher in the Mediterranean in cooperation.

"Teacher, teacher, Cao Wu suddenly wanted to hit Bai Jingtan just now—Bai Jingtan has low blood sugar and is about to pass out!"