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Originally it sounded like a game with no chance of winning, but Yu Minglang became interested.

The process of the game was unexpected, Liam's expression gradually became shocked, he stopped shouting, and the air stick in his hand fell to the ground.

He just opened his mouth and said blankly: "Ohmygod."

The two gas sticks landed at Yu Minglang's feet, he bent down to pick up the stick, and handed it to Liam kindly, his eyes were full of teasing, Liam took the stick, pouting his mouth, and knocked on it in a demonstrative way twice.

Those Chinese students were unexpectedly vigorous and nimble, dribbling the ball in the opponent's blue uniform, just like koi in Chinese culture, a smile appeared on Yu Minglang's mouth, he looked at the players on the court. Asian students feel a little proud in their hearts, they are Chinese students, not a bunch of white chickens who only know how to read.

This team seems unexpectedly strong. In fact, if you look carefully, you will find that there are only three players who are really good players, No. 14, No. [-], and No. [-]. The skills of the others are not much better than the opponent. Their advantage lies in Cooperate properly, unite as one, if one person is brought up individually, it is not much stronger than the other party, or weaker.

On the other hand, looking at his school's team, they obviously underestimated the enemy. While feeling frustrated and struggling, their emotions became more and more unstable. He could see a tall blond young man pushing another shorter one. The players seemed to be reprimanding him for what he did wrong just now. They had no strategy, and they just came to deal with a game like a plate of loose sand. Maybe they were still thinking before the game that they were just Chinese students, and they could win by just moving their fingers.

Cheers came from the arena. Although the game lasted only a few minutes, one person had already caught his attention. This student performed so well that he was even more eye-catching than No. 14 and NO.[-] , the boy with short hair had a bright and flamboyant smile, and was a little sly, making people's eyes have to follow him.

Yu Minglang is not a person who likes to watch football games, but he feels that if No. [-] goes to participate in an official game, he will not be much worse than those players. How many people shouted on this game, and how many people shouted for him.

The Chinese brand was turned up, and a "1" broke the deadlock first.

He saw No. [-] make a fake move, circumventing an opponent player, stepping forward, like a swimming dragon, kicking off the ground, Yu Minglang watched him jump up, the jumping movement was like slow motion in his eyes In general, jumping in the air, the slender figure dunked the basketball into the basket in a chic and handsome posture. His jumping ability is very good, and his hands can touch the basket. Swinging on it, a small part of the wheat-colored waist was revealed. The muscles of the waist were well-defined, tense, and full of strength. It was only exposed for a few seconds, but it was frozen in place like a photo. In Yu Minglang's mind, for an instant, his mouth felt a little parched.

It wasn't until No. [-] landed on the ground that he came back to his senses. He panickedly picked up a bottle of water from the side and poured a few gulps into his mouth. The cold water flowed into his mouth, but it didn't reduce the dryness. Unexpectedly, he could even imagine transparent beads of sweat slipping down from No. [-]'s smooth lines, flowing through the texture, and then sinking into the black shorts.

His eyes moved in the direction of No. [-]. The boy scored a goal. He jumped down and gave his teammates a high-five happily. Show him unreservedly, just as he imagined, the lines are smooth, the muscles are not swollen, but like ancient Greek sculptures, it is fascinating, covered with a thin layer of sweat, shining in the sun .

The plastic bottle was pinched tightly, and there was a slight "creaking" sound. The cold water inside flowed out of the bottle, flowed down his palm, onto the dark blue school pants, and got wet. He didn't feel it. , I just felt my mind was in a trance, there flashed many scenes, on that night of feasting and feasting, a boy in scantily dressed was dancing a pole dance on the stage, his face was full of charming and seductive expressions, his waist was thin and thin , his body climbed on the steel pipe and twisted, attracting countless men to cheer for him, and then a strong man jumped onto the stage, hugged the boy and kissed him passionately, caressing his back with rough palms, and attracted even bigger boys Cheers, and then the scene changed again, in the bright but small toilet cubicle, someone comforted him, and exaggerated gasps were deliberately heard in his ears.

"Yu, I can make you happy."

……

"Oh my god what are you doing?!"

"Water, water, water!"

Liam yelled indistinctly, Yu Minglang lowered his head, and found that his trousers were half wet, and he stood up suddenly.

Liam: "?"

Yu Minglang whispered, "I'm going to the toilet."

With a cold face, he quickly got down from the stands. He knew that Liam was looking at him from behind with a mentally ill look.

He turned into a cubicle of the toilet, locked the door, leaned against the wall, his chest heaved, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of the amputated limb exposed by No. [-], just like a scene in a pornographic movie. I can't get it out of my mind.

It actually made him... It made him feel that way, he stared blankly at his lower body, there was a scorching heat and restlessness, just like what every man would experience when he wakes up every morning Something, his face was flushed red, and he hammered his fist hard on the wall, causing the plastic compartment to vibrate slightly. He blushed because he was angry and also because he was ashamed. thought.

At that moment, Liam's face flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help feeling a chill all over his body. He remembered the question he had thought about before, would people of the same sex really do that kind of thing?Is it lust or emotion?

He has always believed that if a person has no emotions, like Liam, and is driven by desire like a mallet, what is the difference from a beast?But now he seems to have the appearance of a saint and the heart of a beast.

When he came out again, his face was as usual, and he was still so calm in the mirror. He scooped up a handful of water and slapped it on his face, and walked out, but he did not return to the stands, but walked around After passing the lush bushes, standing under the shade of a tree, there is a distance from the field, but it is the closest to the Chinese team's resting place. He waited for the intermission, and there were several rounds of cheers on the field. He saw No. When he got off the court, he took a bottle of water handed over by the team leader teacher. He saw No. 14's arms clinging to No. [-]'s body, hooking his neck, and lowered his head to talk to him. With one sip, a transparent liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth, along his chin and neck, and flowed into his jersey.

His hands rested on the rough bark, but his fingertips turned white from exertion. He seemed to be suppressing something, suppressing something?Suppress the impulse and desire in my body, restrain myself from rushing up to push No.14 away, pull No.[-] to a corner, push him against the wall, and then lick his muscles and suck his Sweat, stroked his body, said to him: "You are so sexy."

He was shocked by the thoughts in his head, but a strange excitement came from the depths of his nerves, making his fingers tremble slightly.

at last?Finally Yu Minglang walked away, the poor tree was scraped off a layer of bark, a small piece was exposed, swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if silently mocking the boy who had just left.

No. [-]'s bright smiling face flashed in Yu Minglang's mind, and he suddenly remembered that he had read in the dictionary that bright means that the light is bright enough, and it also means optimistic and cheerful.