We seem to be a little bit behind. ”

The members of the mythical team sighed.

Coach Myth is very casual, "It's okay, it's okay, you can play casually, it's just a simple entertainment game, just relax." ”

Hearing the coach say this, they felt less guilty and were in a slightly better mood.

"The other side is too strong, we can't beat it."

Speaking of which, the gods have said it.

"It's not our strong point, the other side is too fierce, especially the misanthropy, he is like a cow, every time I feel like he wants to die, I'm not his daughter-in-law."

The team members laughed when they heard this, and looked at the red-haired boy with palpitations.

"Hahaha, who dares to be his daughter-in-law, the whole madman."

Qingliu didn't speak, drinking water in silence.

It wasn't until he got on the field that he put down the water in his hand and walked slowly onto the field.

Myths about dreams fly at the beginning of the second half.

The two jumping balls are still misanthropic and clear.

The misanthropy originally wanted to provoke two sentences, but suddenly his eyes were tightly locked on the lips of the little white face.

The little white face is white and tender, a bit like Jiang Tong's skin, but Jiang Tong's lips are red and white, delicate and beautiful.

This little white face is a little haggard, the lip color is a light color, just drank water to moisten a piece, and it looks watery.

The misanthropy was a little fascinated by it inexplicably, and finally I couldn't help but cry out,

"Liu'er."

Qingliu glanced at him coldly, "I'm not familiar with you, don't call me." ”

As he spoke, the water on his lips was still moist.

Sure enough, the red-haired flamboyant boy couldn't stand such words the most.

He squinted his phoenix eyes, staring at Qingliu with some danger in his eyes,

"I'm just reminding you, your saliva is coming out."

Qingliu: "......"

The referee hadn't thrown the ball yet, and his hand slipped and fell to the ground with a click.

Grunt and rolled off into the distance.

God is drooling.

Qingliu's eyes were cold, and the gods trembled a little,

It's over, it's over,

Liu'er completely exploded.

The world-weary eyes always stayed on his lips, how did this boy look, white and tender, and his mouth was like peach blossom petals, pink and white.

So, he was so fascinated that when he jumped the ball,

Like an idiot, he stood still.

The world-weary scolded in a low voice, and immediately began to defend himself.

But he was quite relaxed and didn't take it seriously.

This little white face attack?

Will he be able to attack?

His eyebrows were dyed with a contemptuous smile, and his misanthropy did not hesitate to block directly in front of Qingliu.

If you want to pass the ball, you must at least pass the level of Lao Tzu first.

With him in the way, this thin and weak little white face can't pass the ball successfully at all.

He was like a moving mountain in front of the clear stream.

Qingliu's indifferent gaze fell on his face, and the two looked at each other, seeing the resoluteness in their respective eyebrows.

The world-weary even has time to speak at this time,

"I opened this mountain, and I planted this basket. If you want to live from now on, leave a small life. ”

Qingliu dribbled the ball and looked at him like a fool,

Two words came out of his mouth indifferently.

"Criticism."

He threw the ball directly backwards, behind him was a teammate who had already gone around at some point, and directly caught the ball and handed it to another teammate.

Qingliu looked at the bewildered misanthropy,

"The way you opened, I can't."

The misanthropic sneered, "Okay." ”

The first goal of the opening game was taken by Myth, and the situation suddenly reversed.

This time, Qingliu was like beating chicken blood, and directly forced the world's misanthropy to no retreat.

But after all, it is not a professional cooperation, and it is a little difficult to take a belt four, and in the end, it is barely flat after half a day.

There is still a minute left at the end of the time, and this time it is a myth to attack, and a dream to defend is a dream.

Several mythical teammates know that the backbone of the heart is a clear stream,

Naturally, he passed the ball to Qingliu without hesitation.

Qingliu held the ball and saw a red mad cow running in front of him at lightning speed.

Clean:...... I'm going to laugh at the.

The misanthropy raised his eyebrows,

"Oh, history is always strikingly similar."

Qingliu ignored him, and with less than a minute to go, he had to calculate how to shoot.

The rapid planning and calculation in my head finally figured out a suitable and fast method.

He nimbly deceived the misanthropy with his feints,

He didn't take the bait,

Qingliu knew that he wouldn't take the bait, so he kept his hand back.

He used very ingenious techniques to prepare to easily bypass the misanthropy.

This criticism is like a cow, but it's actually quite clumsy.

The ball is absolutely stable.

As a result, sake couldn't imagine that this cow was really a cow.

In order to win the game, no means are compromised.

His foot didn't know how to trip Qingliu's ankle directly.

Qingliu was turning around, and his center of gravity was unstable,

With such a trip of misanthropy, he was about to fall down with his head on the ground.

The ball in his hand was casually thrown out by him.

The misanthropy also realized that his feet seemed to have tripped him,

Subconsciously reached out to catch people, and his slender arms wrapped around his waist,

Surprisingly thin and soft.

but

He's so heavy.

In this way, the little white face is like a pig, and he fell to the ground with him.

Qingliu: "......"

I'm a grass mud horse.

Why don't you trip Lao Tzu down, what does it mean that your cow body is still smashing on it?

found that I was not miserable enough,

Is it too late to make amends?

The misanthropy wants to scoop people up, but who knows that he didn't fish, and he himself is also very confused.

Lying on Qingliu's body,

The hot chest pressed against him, and the chin slammed into his shoulder,

After exercising for a long time, I smelled the clean vanilla smell mixed with a faint smell of sweat on his body, and his heart was beating very fast.

Not to mention, the body is quite soft.

Qingliu was lying on the ground, trembling his eyelashes a little weakly, and his body was as heavy as Mount Tai.

The cow snorted at him.

The breathing was very heavy, the chin was on his shoulder, against the itch, and he was uncomfortable.

In addition, it hurt a lot to smash, and Qingliu's face was even worse.

He spoke, and his voice was very hoarse,

Coldly spit out a word,

"Get out."

The world-weary instantly looked up at him coldly,

The young man's clean and white face was covered with the flush of exercise, there was fine sweat on his forehead, and his hair was messy and sticky to the side of his face.

Misanthropic, she withdrew her gaze and climbed up from him.

Qingliu was tired and half dead, straightened up from the ground, and sat on the ground without moving.

He rubbed his shoulders.

The misanthropic first looked at the score, and the last ball was casually thrown by Qingliu and smashed on the basket and did not score.

The second half was a draw.

The scores are combined, and it is Meng Feiyang who wins.

He looked down and saw the white, thin young man sitting on the ground, rubbing his shoulders.

It's a little pitiful.

He played well in the second half, and if this goal had been scored, it would not have been a dream to win.

Thinking like this, he leaned over slightly,

A slender hand reached out to him, "Get up." ”

Qingliu was obviously stunned and raised his eyes to look at him.

His eyes were cold, and he stood up on his own.

Indifferently turned away.