On a thousand fishing tips for green tea

Du Ting's tin foil became a standard bird's nest after a night's sleep. He was wearing a tank top and shorts and sat on a chair. He put a bowl of small noodles into his mouth in three or two bites. , "It's a little less, and the chili is a little less."

He was hinting at Song Nanqi.

Song Nanqi ignored him

After a long while, Song Nanqi turned his head from his seat, with a calm expression, "Breakfast costs seven yuan per person."

Du Ting: "..."

Before Ye Jiaqing could speak, Song Nanqi looked at Ye Jiaqing who obediently used a small spoon to feed him bit by bit, and said softly, "You don't need to turn around, I invite you."

Ye Jiaqing swallowed the pickled cucumber in his mouth, hummed, "Okay, thank you."

Du Ting and Ni Xiaoxiao were quite surprised by Song Nanqi's aboveboard preference, but it seemed that Song Nanqi had been dead like this from the beginning.

Ye Jiaqing's program won the first prize, and there were only two first prizes. The other one was a medical sketch performed by a senior and senior sister that reflected social issues.

In the afternoon, I was told to go to the student union office to get the certificates and certificates, which were issued by the college and told the student union to distribute them to everyone.

Song Nanqi was going to the library to borrow books, and Du Ting insisted on going with Ye Jiaqing to get the certificate. Du Ting looked very high-spirited and even dressed up.

Along the way, Du Ting never stopped talking.

"Ye Jiaqing, why do you like Song Nanqi?" Du Ting was puzzled, "He's like a bored gourd all day long, don't you think he's boring?"

Ye Jiaqing thought for a while and said, "He just doesn't talk to others much."

He felt that Song Nanqi was quite good at talking, and he said nice words one after another, but he didn't say it to Du Ting, and Du Ting probably didn't want to hear it too much.

Du Ting: "..."

Du Ting: "I'm someone else, Ni Xiaoer and I are also your relatives and roommates!"

Ye Jiaqing laughed.

Come back from the office of the Student Union and pass by the Student Square in Nanyuan.

There are various activities and competitions in the university every month or even every week. There is a big poster in the student square. The poster is very sci-fi style, with two big fists in the middle and a The white font reads: Free Fighting Club No.13 School Competition!

Seeing that Ye Jiaqing was paying attention to that place, Du Ting said to him: "This club is quite awesome. I heard that the school didn't allow them to set up at that time because of violence and blood. have to develop.”

In addition, this association has won many awards in the province since its establishment. In short, it has been passed down from one session to the next.

"The competition held for the whole school will definitely not be very professional. It is probably just for fun." Du Ting put his hands in his pockets, "Do you want to go and see it?"

Ye Jiaqing nodded, "I'm a little curious."

With Song Nanqi not around, Du Ting felt a little like he was occupying the magpie's nest.

There are two tables in the shed of the association, sitting or standing, seven or eight boys, all of them are tall and big, there are many people who signed up, and they are not worried about whether the competition will not be held. Come to think of it, after all, the president has spent a lot of money, and the prizes are very generous.

I saw a boy with a delicate appearance and a gentle temperament and a tin foil burner coming over.

Tin foil ironing looks very strong and looks like two brushes.

"Do you want to sign up? Just know how to fight"

"No, we are holding this competition for physical fitness. The purpose is to unite classmates. The nature of friendship is not important whether you can fight freely or not." The president is Tang Xuan, who is taller than Du Ting and can vaguely look at it He is stronger than Du Ting, and when he smiles, he looks like the simple and honest Zhou Pupu, "You can have a look, this classmate, I think you can try." He said to Du Ting.

Du Ting leaned over to look at the miniature version of the poster on the table, and saw the prizes clearly.

The first prize is an alien; the second prize is a domestic 256g mobile phone, with two places; the third prize is a pair of wireless earphones, three places; and the special prize is a thermos mug, five places.

Du Ting smacked his lips, it's no wonder that the registration form has been turned over several pages, the prizes are so good, everyone must have their heads broken.

After reading the club introduction, Ye Jiaqing raised his eyes and asked doubtfully, "Will there be groups? I think there are professional and non-professional people who signed up."

Tang Xuan nodded: "Of course, we have already considered this point, otherwise it would be unfair, wouldn't it?"

Ye Jiaqing seemed to nod, but also didn't seem to nod, his reaction was very light.

He really wants to participate. He doesn't know how to kickboxing, which requires the use of fists and muscles, but he can play Sanda, and his strength is not small.Ye Jiaqing glanced at the boys in the shed. Since none of them are professional athletes, it shouldn't be a big problem to beat them up.

On a certain level, Ye Jiaqing's time management is as good as Song Nanqi's, or even better. He knows everything, and he is better at handling interpersonal relationships than Song Nanqi. Because he knows everything, he is strangely synchronized with Song Nanqi in the field of inexperience. , became the same seemingly dull person.

"How? Want to try?"

Du Ting folded his arms, frowned and thought for a while.

"Report!" His voice was sonorous and powerful.

Tang Xuan handed him the pen, and he wrote down Song Nanqi's name and college on the paper.

When he filled in the column of contact information, Du Ting stopped. He bumped into Ye Jiaqing who was standing beside him, "Ye Jiaqing, what is Lao Song's phone number?"

As if realizing that he was doing something immoral, Du Ting raised his head and showed a flattering smile to Tang Xuan, "Our roommate asked us to sign up, can you help?"

Tang Xuan: "No problem." Anyway, many people may not come.

Seeing that Ye Jiaqing didn't respond, Du Ting asked Ye Jiaqing seriously, "Don't you want to see Lao Song's hormones erupt?"

Honestly, think.

In this regard, Ye Jiaqing and Du Ting reached a consensus.

Of course, Du Ting is not the kind of person who only cheats others. He also filled in his own information. That alien is really attractive, but he is not a professional.

Tang Xuan took the registration form and said: "Let's say it first, if you violate the rules, maliciously hurt people, cheat, or use weapons during the competition, we will cancel the competition ranking and hand it over to the school for punishment." There are security department to inspect, college teachers to supervise, and professional referees.

"But don't worry, since the establishment of the club, the frequency of accidents in our club is not as high as that of the roller skating club and the skateboard club next door. They are the real danger." Tang Xuan is very proud of this, because there are not many people who can fight freely. Not many, usually they just hug and roll on the ground, and even professional referees stand aside and sigh.

Ye Jiaqing was a little regretful that he couldn't sign up, he was afraid that if he hit No.1, he would be ruined.

After that, if there is a chance, he wants to fight Song Nanqi once.

The premise is that Song Nanqi was beaten.

It should be okay, Song Nanqi's figure doesn't look like a gentleman.

"Old Song! We have prepared a surprise for you!" Du Ting and Ye Jiaqing returned to the dormitory first, followed by Song Nan. When he saw Song Nanqi, Du Ting shouted.

Song Nanqi took off the schoolbag on his shoulder and threw it on the table, slowly took out the borrowed professional book from it, his expression remained unchanged, "You signed me up for the free fighting competition."

Du Ting and Ye Jiaqing looked at each other, but Ye Jiaqing didn't look at him.

"Cutting, Lao Song, you are amazing! You can guess this!"

Song Nanqi took out all the books, and the last thing he took was his mobile phone. He didn't answer Du Ting's nonsense, but just opened the mailbox of the mobile phone, and there was a message sent to him by the Free Fighting Club.

"I received this message half an hour ago." Song Nanqi said.

Du Ting snatched Song Nanqi's mobile phone and read out the message word by word: "Dear student Song Nanqi, congratulations on successfully signing up for this free fighting competition. The competition venue is the school gymnasium, and the time is next Friday at [-] o'clock in the afternoon. Please arrive two hours in advance to prepare for grouping and lottery, I wish you a good result, come on!"

"Damn, they didn't tell me they would send a message, and the surprise I prepared for you is gone?"

Song Nanqi took the phone back, "It's not a surprise."

Ye Jiaqing turned off the phone, turned around from the chair, slammed his chin on the back of the chair, and asked lazily: "Song Nanqi, if you don't want to participate, you don't have to." If Song Nanqi is really not good at it, it's better not to go.

Song Nanqi was still standing, he turned his head and looked down at Ye Jiaqing, "I don't want to go."

Du Ting felt that only Ye Jiaqing could withstand Lao Song's current aura, so he silently shrank in his position.

He had to admit that although Ye Jiaqing looked gentle, as if he couldn't stand the wind and rain, he never showed timidity in front of Lao Song.

Ye Jiaqing noticed that what Song Nanqi said was that he didn't want to go, not that he couldn't.

"Then you go, will you win?"

Song Nanqi: "I don't know."

"I've studied it for a few years, but I'm not very good at it."

not good at?Ye Jiaqing thought about it, Song Nanqi's weakness might be different from others' weakness, so he suddenly looked forward to it.

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and Du Ting became more courageous again.

"Old Song, do you know that the prizes in the competition are super rich, and their club is too rich. The first prize is an alien, I really want it!"

Ni Xiaoxiao remained silent for a while, and finally said at this moment: "Don't think about it, the richer the prize, the bigger the number of people who sign up. You only have well-developed limbs, but there must be people who participate in the competition with well-developed limbs and well-developed brains." .”

Du Ting, "But I applied for the non-professional group."

"Oh, the report I reported to Lao Song was also non-professional." Du Ting didn't expect Song Nanqi to be indifferent at ordinary times. If so, you may have to transfer to the professional group.”

Song Nanqi hummed.

In fact, he has never participated in this kind of competition or school activities. The things he knows, whether it is piano or fighting, are all taught by teachers at home. He does not have much contact and contact with the outside world.

"I'm going to wash the fruit, do you want to eat it?" Ye Jiaqing took the ones that Zhong Jingming had sent before, and others sent them to the dormitory. Ye Jiaqing didn't know where they came from, and there were some confession cards inside.

Let’s be honest, cookie cutter.

Du Ting: "Yes!"

Ni Xiaoxiao: "Yes."

Ye Jiaqing took a fruit basket that could filter water from the upper cabinet, poured two boxes of green tea into it, and went to the sink outside.

Song Nanqi came out to wash his hands.

He is also a bit of a clean freak. There is a special cleaning and antiseptic hand sanitizer for washing his hands. He washes his hands very carefully along the crevices of his fingers. The dense white foam adheres to Song Nanqi's knuckle-boned fingers, which is very attractive.

Ye Jiaqing watched for a while, then heard Song Nanqi's voice ringing in his ears, "Do you want me to win?"

Ye Jiaqing turned off the tap, "Of course, you are my friend, of course I hope you win."

Song Nanqi lowered his eyes, his tone remained unchanged, "I won, and all the prizes belong to you."

"What about you?" Ye Jiaqing asked, bending his eyes.

Song Nanqi: "What?"

Ye Jiaqing leaned closer to Song Nanqi, lowered his voice, with a very secret tease, "The prize belongs to me, who do you belong to?"

Song Nanqi stopped washing his hands. The feeling of the foam on his hands was not annoying. His sideways eyes fell on Ye Jiaqing's thick and long eyelashes. After a while, Song Nanqi said, "It's all yours."