The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

After coming out of the night, Xie Xingzhou braved the rain and shoved Jiang Muye into a taxi and took him back to the rental house.

Jiang Muye fell asleep in the taxi, the aftertaste of the alcohol came on, and he was already unconscious when he got off the taxi.

Xie Xingzhou carried him into the room with difficulty, and threw him onto the sofa.

Fortunately, Jiang Muye's wine was very good, he just slept with his head covered when he was drunk, and he didn't go crazy with alcohol.But he smelled of alcohol, stuffy in the small rental house, and the smell spread uncomfortably.

Xie Xingzhou stood beside the sofa to recover, stretched out his hands to take off Jiang Muye's clothes, and then carried him into the bathtub to take a bath.

After taking a shower, Xie Xingzhou put Jiang Muye on the pajamas he left here last time, and walked out of the bathroom with him.

Xie Xingzhou stood panting at the door of the bathroom, looked back and forth between the bed in the bedroom and the sofa in the living room, hesitating for a moment.

The sofa is too small, Jiang Muye is a big guy, half of his legs will be exposed when lying on it.

After pursing his lips and thinking for a moment, he helplessly put Jiang Muye on the bed.

After setting everything up, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Xie Xingzhou didn't want to sleep on the same bed with a drunk, so he sat on the stool of the carving table all night.

The rain outside the house was crackling, and Xie Xingzhou etched a few strokes on the stereotyped block. It was almost early in the morning before he fell asleep lying on the table.

The rain outside the house has stopped, and the sunny morning sun shines through the half-closed curtains and sprinkles on the slender leaves of Clivia.

In his dream, Xie Xingzhou felt someone grabbing his shoulders and knees, trying to lift him up from the chair.

He was startled, and before he could open his eyes, he stretched out his hand nervously to protect the mahogany carving board in front of him.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Muye's voice came from behind his ears, hoarse after a hangover in the morning.

Xie Xingzhou turned his head and met Jiang Muye's deep eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief while being palpitated.

Jiang Muye hurriedly glanced at the engraving board, looked at the black eyes of Xie Xingzhou, and asked, "You guarded me all night?"

"Yeah." Xie Xingzhou closed his eyes in bewilderment, his face showing a sense of laziness after sleepiness.

He didn't sleep well last night, and leaned half-reliantly in Jiang Muye's arms.

Jiang Muye could clearly see the blood vessels behind his ears just by lowering his head slightly, revealing a sense of fragility.

Jiang Muye is not a gentle person by nature, the more fragile something is, the more he wants to break it with his own hands, he wants to experience the joy of being torn apart a beautiful thing.

To him, such a tired Xie Xingzhou was a naked seduction.

Jiang Muye shook his head, picked up Xie Xingzhou, and placed him on the carving table.

He clasped the back of Xie Xingzhou's head, lowered his head and wanted to kiss him.

Xie Xingzhou opened his eyes and pushed his shoulder, "It's not working here."

Jiang Muye glanced down at the engraving table. There were a lot of messy tools and sawdust piled up and not cleaned up. It really wasn't a suitable place.But they have gone too far, so it's nothing.

Jiang Muye frowned, ignored Xie Xingzhou's resistance, bowed his head and kissed him.

After several tugging and tugging, Xie Xingzhou didn't calm down as usual, instead he struggled more intensely, even trembling his fingers nervously.

"Really not, it will damage the board." Xie Xingzhou stopped talking, his tone was tense and firm.

Jiang Muye's patience was worn out, and he finally looked straight at the huge mahogany carving board behind Xie Xingzhou.

A semi-finished portrait was engraved on the board, and the facial features had not yet been engraved. Judging from the outline and hairstyle, it was a man of similar age to them.

Jiang Muye doesn't understand art, but it's not hard to see that the outline of this portrait is very similar to him.

The anger of being rejected just now dissipated, Jiang Muye smiled and hugged Xie Xingzhou off the carving table.

He raised his hand and brushed away the wood chips on the engraving board, revealing the full profile of the portrait, and then resting his hands on the carving table, he carefully looked at the semi-finished woodcut artwork.

"Is it me?" He withdrew his gaze and looked at Xie Xingzhou with satisfaction.

Xie Xingzhou watched nervously as Jiang Muye reached out to touch the board, for fear that he would damage himself, so that he didn't listen to Jiang Muye's words at first, and after a long while of reaction, he said slowly, "Yes."

Jiang Muye is the son of a wealthy family in the capital. The previous suitors were either rich or expensive, and their methods of chasing people were very vulgar. They were nothing new except spending money.

This is the first time someone has personally carved a portrait of him, and this engraving is half the size of a table, and there are piles of sawdust on the table, and it has been carved for a long time at first glance.

Jiang Muye's heart was poked limp, and he stretched out his hand to pull Xie Xingzhou into his arms, and couldn't help but look at the woodcut a few more times.

He noticed that the collar being carved was a shirt, and wondered: "Why don't you carve a jersey? I don't often wear shirts."

Xie Xingzhou clenched his palms, as if he had fallen into a deep memory.

He looked up at Jiang Muye, his eyes slowly lowered from his clear eyebrows, across the high bridge of his nose, his thin lips, and then his sharp Adam's apple, he scanned them all one by one, and finally said, "I... ...like your shirt, it looks great."

Jiang Muye lowered his head and bumped into Xie Xingzhou's starry eyes. The person who was originally cold and ascetic in the eyes of others was looking at him obsessively at this moment, saying that he likes to see him in a shirt and that he looks good.

It's as if Xie Xingzhou's whole world only sees him, Jiang Muye, only smiles at him, and only has a crush on him.

Jiang Muye's heart trembled, he wondered if Xie Xingzhou had been transformed by some goblin, who was seducing him all the time.

He bent down and picked up Xie Xingzhou horizontally, and hurriedly walked to the bedroom, it was another day of absurdity.

The sunlight outside the window was getting stronger and stronger, and it was past noon.

Xie Xingzhou was so hungry that he couldn't bear it. He resisted the pain all over his body and got up. After taking a simple shower, he cooked two home-cooked dishes.

His hands holding paintbrushes are actually not very good at cooking, but living alone, you can't go hungry.The taste of the food was not good, and the two of them spent a lot of energy all morning, but they still ate clean.

Jiang Muye still had training in the afternoon, and was about to leave after eating. Before he left, he pulled Xie Xingzhou and gave him a farewell kiss, and said, "I'm going to the capital for training next week, and the training will take a month. What are you going to do? "

He hadn't intended to ask about Xie Xingzhou's arrangement, after all, Xie Xingzhou was just Su Ruan's substitute to him, to fill the emptiness he couldn't love when he needed it.

But today he saw the woodcut statue, and also saw how much Xie Xingzhou clung to him, as if he couldn't get enough of it no matter how much he fed.So he was really worried, what would Xie Xingzhou do if he left for a month.

Xie Xingzhou lowered his brows and said nothing, Jiang Muye couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and smiled, clamped his chin and forced him to raise his head, "Huh? Sad?"

Xie Xingzhou still didn't say anything, he just put his arms around Jiang Muye and said after a long time, "I will find a way."

"Okay, let's wait for you to figure out a way." Hearing what Xie Xingzhou said, Jiang Muye suppressed the words that he wanted to take him away, and became interested to see what Xie Xingzhou could do.

"I'm leaving." He said as he rubbed Xie Xingzhou's head, then turned and left.

Xie Xingzhou nodded and watched Jiang Muye leave.

As soon as Jiang Muye left, he couldn't wait to call Meng Siyi, with a rare joy in his tone: "Siyi, I will be back in a week, and I will stay for a month."

Meng Siyi: "Really? Did you ask for leave?"

"I found a way to ask for leave."

"That's great! I'll be waiting for you at home!"

"Ah."

A huge red banner was pulled up at the entrance of the University of Los Angeles gymnasium. On the banner, it said "Recruitment Fair for the Support Staff of the University of Los Angeles Basketball Team". Under the banner, there was a long line of densely packed people, from the inside of the gymnasium to the entrance of the cafeteria outside the gymnasium.

There is also a stand at the entrance of the gymnasium, which reads a detailed introduction: Recruit a logistics staff, responsible for helping the team move materials, distribute water, cheer and so on.A week later, I followed the team to the capital for a training camp, including room and board, and a leave note.

The condition of going to the capital with the team for free for a month is very attractive to bored college students, but even if it is not for this condition, it is for the handsome guy who is 1.8 meters tall in the team, for Jiang Muye, the people who sign up Also flock to it.

There were four tables in the gymnasium. Zhao Lin, Guan Cheng, and two other teammates sat behind the tables to collect registration forms, while Jiang Muye sat leisurely behind the four to supervise the work.

The four people were dazzled when they received the application forms. The application forms in the hands of the four people included the flowers of various courtyards, the garden grasses, the grasses, and even the presidents and vice presidents of other clubs. By the end of the job fair, they had already saved up A thick stack.

No one came in from outside the door, so Zhao Lin gasped proudly. He picked out the registration form of the best medical school flower in his hand, photographed it on Guan Cheng's desk, and said with a smile: "Why don't we choose her, or As for the medical school, if the team has a bruise, she can be an angel in white to save us!"

Guan Cheng glanced at him: "I can heal scratches and bruises, but I'm not as beautiful as her. Do you think I can do it?"

"Get rolling..." Zhao Lin laughed and started fighting with Guan Cheng.

"Sign up." A cold voice interrupted their teasing.

Zhao Lin immediately returned to seriousness, feeling that the behavior just now had damaged his image, so he took the registration form from the slender and handsome hand in front of him without looking up.

However, when he saw the words "Xie Xingzhou" on the registration form, he was stunned on the spot, and he looked up at the person in front of him after a while.

Xie Xingzhou stood opposite him expressionless, while Zhao Lin raised his head and remained silent for a while.

Seeing this, Guan Cheng on the side pinched Zhao Lin's leg under the table.

Zhao Lin returned to his senses, coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, and said to Xie Xingzhou stumblingly: "That... I received it, we will screen later, you go back and wait for the notice."

"Yeah." Xie Xingzhou nodded, glanced at Jiang Muye behind them, then turned and left.

Jiang Muye also looked at Xie Xingzhou's back and left, he raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that this was what Xie Xingzhou said.

A bit rigid and conformist, but somehow innocent and cute.

Jiang Muye couldn't help laughing, kicked Zhao Lin's stool, "Show me his registration form."

"Who?" Zhao Lin didn't respond for a while.

Guan Cheng directly took Xie Xingzhou's registration form from him and handed it to Jiang Muye.

Xie Xingzhou's handwriting is the same as the person in his photo, clean and neat, handsome and beautiful.In the column of specialties, painting is honestly written, and the others are nothing new.

Jiang Muye snorted lightly, feeling that Xie Xingzhou was a bit distracted, since he decided to compete, what's the use of handing in an almost blank form?

Or is Xie Xingzhou betting on whether he will give him the back door?

"Come over here, first look at the registration form, and then raise your hands to vote on the election results." Jiang Muye threw the registration form back to Guan Cheng, and called the team members to sit together.

More than a dozen people chattered around together, and the male college students in their twenties were very playful, almost discussing who was more beautiful and who was more famous in school.

Jiang Muye gave them a slap and said coldly, "Okay, take all the selected ones."

More than a dozen people carefully selected seven or eight photos, all of which looked good, and Xie Xingzhou was among them.

Jiang Muye glanced lightly and said, "Show your hands and vote."

Holding Xie Xingzhou's registration form in his hand, Guan Cheng kept secretly looking at Jiang Muye, but he couldn't see anything unusual. He was a little uncertain about Jiang Muye's intentions, he hesitated for a long time and dared not speak.

Guan Cheng was the vice team, and if he didn't speak up, everyone didn't dare to be the first to say it.

Everyone looked at each other, unable to make up their minds.

After a while, Guan Chengcai said: "I choose Xie Xingzhou, I think it is more convenient for the logistics to be male."

After he finished speaking, the team members also spoke one after another, but the results were surprisingly consistent:

Teammate 1: "Then I'll choose Xie Xingzhou too. I think he's the best-looking among them. Give our team face!"

Teammate 2: "I also choose Xie Xingzhou, he is so famous in school, I want to see his painting up close, haha."

Teammate 3: "I also choose Xie Xingzhou, a top student..."

……

Jiang Muye didn't expect Xie Xingzhou to be so popular in the team, he clicked his tongue and stood up from his seat and walked to the lounge, his tone couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy, "Yes, let him report before training tonight."

"Okay." Guan Cheng agreed, and rushed his teammates to practice.

Zhao Linmo walked at the end, and finally couldn't help asking Guan Cheng: "Are you just giving Xie Xingzhou a back door?"

"Is there?" Guan Cheng asked back, "Then who do you want to choose?"

"Of course it's Xie Xingzhou! Who wouldn't want to have the opportunity to work with the school's legendary top student?"

Guan Cheng: "That's it."

Zhao Lin: "... also."

In the evening, the team practiced as usual. Zhao Lin lost his mind when he was throwing the ball. He used too much force for a while, and the basketball went over the basket and smashed towards the entrance of the gymnasium.

Xie Xingzhou carried the drawing board on his back, and as soon as he stepped into the entrance of the gymnasium, he was hit on the forehead by a basketball that fell from the sky. He took a step back and leaned against the door frame of the gymnasium with a muffled grunt.

"Thanks, Xie Xueba..." Zhao Lin heard the sound and looked towards the door. After seeing clearly who he had hit, he hurriedly ran towards Xie Xingzhou in fear, "Are you alright?"

"En." Xie Xingzhou avoided Zhao Lin's hand that was stretched out to check his forehead, and responded in a low voice and indifferently.

Zhao Lin scratched his head, not knowing what to do for a moment, "I, I didn't do it on purpose."

"En." Xie Xingzhou still only had one word.

His forehead was already swollen, and there was a lump of red on his fair skin. It didn't look serious, but it would still hurt for a while.

After a while, all the people on the basketball court gathered around, more than a dozen tall men around 1.8 meters blocked the entrance of the gymnasium tightly.

Everyone chatted: "You are Xie Xingzhou, the new logistics?"

"How are you? There is plaster in the locker room, go in and wipe it off..."

"Hey, this guy with white arms and thin legs, you just have to be careful in this kind of place, sometimes our basketball doesn't have eyes..."

"..."

"Okay, don't hang around here, go to training." Guan Cheng squeezed through the crowd and looked at Xie Xingzhou with concern, "Are you okay? Come with me to the locker room to apply some medicine."

Perhaps because he met Guan Cheng at night, Xie Xingzhou's attitude towards Guan Cheng was not as indifferent as before. He nodded and followed Guan Cheng to the locker room.

Jiang Muye just came out of the locker room with a basketball in his arms, and saw Xie Xingzhou following behind Guan Cheng with an uneasy expression.He narrowed his eyes slightly, threw the basketball to Guan Cheng, and stood still in front of Xie Xingzhou, "What's wrong?"

"It hit it." Xie Xingzhou held the drawing board strap with one hand, and lightly touched his forehead with the other. He looked up at Jiang Muye in front of him, his eye sockets were dizzy with painful steam.

Jiang Muye's eyes fell on his swollen forehead, and he couldn't help frowning, "How is the injury?"

Guan Cheng, who was on the side, just wanted to answer, and said that the damage was not serious, just rub some medicine.

But before he could speak, Xie Xingzhou said in a tone full of grievances: "It hurts."

Jiang Muye immediately clicked his tongue, squeezed Xie Xingzhou's arm and led him to the locker room, blaming: "Follow me to get the medicine, be careful next time."

"Okay." Xie Xingzhou was dragged obediently by him, and walked into the locker room.

The door in front of them was closed by two people, Guan Cheng stood at the door in amazement.

He really couldn't combine Xie Xingzhou, who was as indifferent to everyone just now, with the person who acted like a baby in front of Jiang Muye.

After the shock, Guan Cheng felt more inexplicable sadness and regret.

Xie Xingzhou, a proud son of heaven who rejects others thousands of miles away, put down his pride and fell in love with the person he fell in love with, not because he was attracted by his outstanding qualities, but because he carried the shadow of another person on him.

Guan Cheng felt that Jiang Muye's actions were inappropriate, but as a brother, he didn't know how to speak, so he sighed and turned to go to training.