End of interview.

Dream Feiyang was about to go back to the lounge, just in time to bump into the oncoming myth.

The organizer is really caring, and directly arranged the two teams to fight so closely.

Is it to promote the relationship between the players, so that they can kill more happily for a while?

When the world-weary saw Qingliu, I have to say that it was a little embarrassing, and the subtle atmosphere between the two inexplicably made the people who ate melons a little incomprehensible.

It's not cold.

The eyes of the world-weary and clear stream are almost on fire.

It's not hot to say it's hot.

After all, Qingliu's indifferent face rose up, and ten miles of ice froze.

Just a simple face-to-face made the misanthropy a little uncomfortable.

Weibo is harmful.

Will he be able to finish this match today?

Qingliu's gaze was still the same, and it never fell on his face from beginning to end.

The misanthropy also pretended to look away indifferently.

Sober up, it's not promising.

What is on the Internet is all fiction, and it is not his own real character.

The misanthropy passed by him with his head down, passing by and smelling the faint fragrance on his body, lingering at the tip of his heart with some inexplicable throbbing.

The world-weary opened his eyes in a little panic.

When he raised his legs, he was about to walk quickly, but his feet were unstable, and he turned sideways slightly and hit Qingliu with his shoulder.

Qingliu was suddenly hit by him, and half of his body hit the wall directly, and his face instantly turned cold.

Qing Ling's gaze fell back on his misanthropic face.

There is no wave, only indifference and anger.

The misanthropy was slightly stabbed by his cold-eyed eyes.

A soft apology, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

Qingliu knows his temperament very well, and he really hates him for ignoring other people's tricks all the time.

There was a slight disappointment and indifference in his eyes.

The voice is clean and gentle, but the words spoken are cold and warm.

"Misanthropy, you're really boring."

After speaking, he didn't look at the confused eyes of everyone.

He stood up straight against the wall and walked away, his soft and peaceful temperament seemed to be covered in ice, and his body was sprinkled with a layer of silver frost.

The misanthropy can't stand this disappointed look.

He scolded in a low voice, "." ”

Raised his voice and shouted at Qingliu's back, "Lao Tzu said that it was not intentional, you are bored." ”

The fairy looked at the back of Qingliu leaving, his eyes were a little obscure, and patted his world-weary shoulder.

"Liu'er has been in a bad mood lately, don't provoke him."

The misanthropy looked at the fairy with a cold face.

Is it sick to call so intimate?

"Did I provoke him? He was in a bad mood and took his anger out on me? ”

The immortal was only kind enough to solve the siege, but not only did he not follow the steps, but he was also blamed, and he was still an opponent who was about to come to power, he pursed his lips and walked directly behind Qingliu.

Lately, as long as the two of them meet, the atmosphere will always become extremely awkward and solidified.

"Okay, okay, don't surround it, disperse and prepare for the game."

Coach Meng Feiyang carried the world-weary back collar, "It's like a barrel of dynamite, who will you scold whom?" ”

Misanthropy: "Fart, I'm ......"

The information in Coach Meng Feiyang's hand rolled into a tube and knocked on the door of his head, "Let go of your sister and talk to me well." Little bunny, did you talk to the coach like that? ”

The world-weary is silent.

Coach Meng Feiyang grabbed him by the neck and carried him directly into the training room.

reprimanded in his mouth, "If you want me to say that you have a problem, people are so good, why do you have nothing to do and hit others?" ”

The misanthropy exploded when he heard it, "I said I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it, you know?" ”

"I understand your sister, fall on the ground?"

The misanthropic was frightened, "Grass, what the hell, don't let people wrestle anymore??? ”

Then he turned to his teammates and asked, "Do you think I hit him against the wall on purpose?" ”

The teammates looked at each other, all a little embarrassed to speak.

This expression is clearly written. Ask while knowing the answer.

World-weariness:???

"me?"

Meng Feiyang sneered, "Who has the spare time to mess with you, you can give me a while and don't make trouble." ”

Misanthropy: "Absolutely." ”

Damn, that little white face is angry.

He had to be kicked in the head by a donkey to hit him like a retarded person.

I still don't believe in myself, a group of them are mentally retarded.

When the time comes, get ready to enter.

Coach Meng Feiyang specially instructed the misanthropy, "Turn all your bad taste into strength for me and use it in the game." ”

World-weariness:...... You're a bad taste.

When entering, he looked at the teenager not far away.

The light blue jersey was worn on him, clean as a cloud in the sky, unstained as an angel.

It's just that today is a little too silent and introverted.

He used to greet the audience with a smile, but today he stood lightly, just representing the captain, and said a few words like gold.

The misanthropy is suddenly a little confused, is the change of Qingliu really because of himself?

He was in a bad mood, and he should have been particularly bad.

The misanthropy suddenly thought, could it be because of ......

After he beat up that group of thugs last time, did that group of people trouble his sister?

"On stage, Han Critic."

Coach Meng Feiyang's violent temper kicked him onto the stage when the host said that he had invited Meng Feiyang to enter for the third time, and he was still indifferent to the world's misanthropy.

So, the director's camera crossed over the misanthropy.

Fans clearly see that their idols are misanthropic...... On the buttocks, a gray forty-two shoe size print.

The world-weary swear words are held in his mouth, and he can only keep staring at his coach.

Dear, really dear.

Hitting is kissing, scolding is love.

Love to the depths and kick it with your feet.

The world-weary eyes are full of hideousness, and they are holding back.

Qingliu witnessed the whole process, and the corners of his cold lips suddenly couldn't help but pull out a faint smile.

The immortal has always been concerned about Qingliu's state, for fear that he will not perform well today because of his mood.

Suddenly seeing him smile, I was overjoyed at the moment.

As a result, I saw him because of my misanthropy.

He pursed his lips instantly, and sighed a little helplessly, "Liu'er." ”

Qingliu replied softly, retracting the smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Even if it's happy...... Don't forgive him so easily, you missed the game yesterday and waited all afternoon, but you didn't say a word of sorry, and he turned around and blamed you. ”

Qingliu lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered the color in his eyes, and sat quietly in his position.

Like a gentle gentleman who is about to flutter, the breeze and the bright moon shrouded his body.

Seeing him lying on the sofa, the boy rubbed his shoulder, and he squinted comfortably.

Take off the hat on your head and put it on for someone else.

It was as if something had collapsed in an instant.

Is it fun?

Maybe it's easy to be world-weary and want to get close to others, he won't care about the consequences, sometimes giving a slap, sometimes giving sugar.

Qingliu didn't speak, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The storm he brought with him lifted up my world.