Ahh!!hhh 】

[Excited, front row, front row, sit on a small bench and watch. 】

[I haven't seen my fan's e-sports player play basketball, and he must be super handsome!! 】

[So the question is, what does it look like to play basketball with such a milky baby as Brother Dog? 】

[Same question, dogs, waves, and liu'er, these are recognized milk acceptances. 】

[Sister general attack? Dog milk? 】

[Mr. Qiao's name is well known, don't you know this? ] Your village is out of the internet! 】

【Dog milk suffers? Trouble to run and revisit KUKU hanging on the first Weibo, product, you taste. 】

[Hahahahaha grass. 】

The live broadcast of the basketball game has been launched, and this is also an official event to welcome the new season.

Recently, the e-sports circle has been too chaotic, there is too much negative news, and we must engage in some enthusiastic and positive activities.

Let's distract them.

But the people of the organizer are actually quite worried, they are all opponents, and they have to compete in the game arena.

This continues to be played on the basketball court,

For fear that it will become a ball to smash people directly into a hit.

There shouldn't be such a critical player on the cusp.

It turns out that it is indeed the people of the organizers who think too much,

Now these players who are ready to play are happily drinking milk tea together.

The world-weary milk tea is difficult to drink at first glance, so no one wants to drink it.

Finally, a clear stream was ready to sympathize with him, but he was rejected.

He boiled a big pot, and he couldn't drink it.

The world-weary drank one cup after another by himself.

Qiao Weitang couldn't help but remind the misanthropy, "King Kong, don't drink too much, if you go up and run around for a while, your stomach will be uncomfortable." ”

The misanthropy has already drunk half a pot, and it is a bit supportive.

Seeing this, Qingliu sighed slightly and could only get up.

Walked up to him and snatched his little milk pot back,

Put it back on the cooker and take a carton of milk to process it for him.

The misanthropic looked at him with fierce eyes, "What are you doing?" ”

Qingliu didn't look at him, and said lightly, "Re-cook,"

The misanthropic temper also came up, like a child,

"Don't touch my milk tea."

Qingliu raised his eyes slightly, his pale side face was moist and elegant, his voice was not heavy, but his voice was very imposing.

"This is my pot, my tea, and my milk."

As soon as he finished speaking, his world-weary eyes were dyed with banter, and the young man's expression was flamboyant, "Oh, your." ”

Qiao Weitang couldn't help but pout, and several people couldn't hold back their sullen laughter.

When Qingliu looked over, he hurriedly silenced.

Qingliu's face turned cold all of a sudden, and his moist and clean eyes seemed to be quenched with ice.

Silent looking at the misanthropy for a long time,

The hand holding the handle of the pot tightened slightly, pursed his lips, very angry and didn't know what to say,

Finally, he put the small milk pot in his hand on the table, turned around and left.

The milk tea in the small milk pot spilled a few drops because of his movements, spilling on the back of the world-weary hand.

The hot misanthropy jumped up instantly,

"Hey, Qingliu, what the hell are you ......"

Qingliu didn't look at him again, and slammed the door shut.

The misanthropy was a little confused, "What's wrong with him?" ”

ZERO COULDN'T HELP BUT SNORT, "QINGLIU IS GOOD-TEMPERED, IF I HAVE TO BEAT YOU." ”

As a member of the myth, Qingliu's best friend Immortal couldn't help laughing.

"It's rare for Liu'er to be so angry, he is thin-skinned and soft-skinned, and he won't lose his temper, don't tease him like this if you're world-weary."

The world-weary face also turned cold, looking at the carton of milk that had just been taken out of the table.

He rubbed his hair and didn't say a word.

The door was slammed open, and he quickly looked up to see the staff who had come in.

"Why are you still here, you're ready to enter, hurry up."

Qiao Weitang asked, "But our team hasn't changed their clothes yet." ”

The staff snorted and glanced at the time, "It's too late, let's go down first, and then put it directly on the outside of your clothes." ”

Although they were a little speechless, they hurried downstairs.

The misanthropic asked, "Which of you shouts a little white...... Clear stream. ”

Jiang Tong laughed, "Who are you going to call?" ”

A group of people eating melons went downstairs.

Misanthropic stood at the top of the stairs for half a day,

"Cut, if love doesn't come, I won't go."

Then the opposite door opens,

The young man in the sky blue jersey had warm and elegant eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes were faintly cold when he looked at him.

Indifferently passed in front of him.

The misanthropic stared at the back of the young man, the sky blue jersey was a little loose, and he also wore a white long-sleeved shirt inside.

The skin on the back of the neck is fair and clear, and the side of the face is delicate and clear.

The red-haired boy stared at him and turned the corner,

couldn't help but stretch out his leg and kick the wall, swearing,

“…… Grass. ”