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If Samuel didn't look him straight in the eyes when he said this, it might be better to be cool.

The rest of the people didn't notice the undercurrent between the two, they just chatted about the wonderful and funny part of the scene just now.

After the chat, Tuanzi said that after paying the tax, the club will take part of the bonus, and the rest will be directly transferred to your account at that time, and then Tuanzi happily expressed that he would like to treat guests.

In view of the fact that the official competition will start tomorrow, everyone will eat less variety in the evening, but it is still quite hearty.After eating, Tuanzi drove the little bears to the hotel where their own team was staying, and then returned to HZ.

Taking all considerations into account, the official match also starts in the afternoon. Although there is no need to worry about getting up early, you still need to arrive at the venue earlier. As for the photos, the manager has sent them to the organizer in advance.

Because there were too many people to sit in, Liang Liang was driven into Samuel's car like last time - in fact, they could call another car by themselves, probably because they were familiar with Samuel, so they naturally let Samuel took a moment.

It was almost the same experience as last time, sitting coolly in the co-pilot seat, but he was no longer in the mood to play with his mobile phone last time, he even felt that he didn’t know how to put his hands and feet, he scratched his hair, and went to look out the window.

Finally, he turned to look at Samuel.

Under the night light, Samuel's gray-blue eyes seemed to have tiny stars in them. He couldn't help blushing, pinched the flesh on the back of his hand, and secretly said that he never thought Samuel was so handsome before. Could it be that Is it just the filter that is automatically added after liking?

There was a red light in front of him, Samuel stopped the car, he turned his head to look at Samuel, his head still leaning forward.

Liang Liang was taken aback, he leaned his back against the back of the chair without leaving a gap, his head almost shrunk pitifully, he was so frightened that his Adam's apple slipped, and his voice was a little dry: "What are you doing?"

Samuel's gray-blue eyes trembled, and he said, "Don't you just keep staring at me?"

Liang Liang breathed a sigh of relief, he relaxed a little, but he didn't dare to straighten his back too much—as if he would kiss Samuel once he straightened his back, he tilted his head: "Because you look good."

Samuel's lips curled into a smile, and he sat back a little.

The car window was pushed down by him, his elbows rested on the car window, the night wind blew in and curled his hair, he leaned like that and looked at Liang Liang, with a smile on his face like a well-mannered aristocrat secretly relaxing Laughing, his voice flowed like a cello: "In my eyes, you are the prettiest."

Cool and hot, he lowered the car window and let the light from the street lamp outside shine into his eyes.

When the green light came on, Samuel restarted the car amidst the urging horn of the car behind, and drove all the way to HZ's team.

After Liang Liang got out of the car, he also got out of the car.

After thinking about it, Liang Liang said to Samuel: "We will meet in London."

Samuel laughed. He put his hand on the cool head and rubbed it lightly twice: "I know."

in the villa.

Zhang Yang, who was watching from the floor-to-ceiling window, said to Xia Tian: "What's going on? Why is Samuel like petting a dog's head? Brother Shuang obediently let him pet it."

A flash of thought flashed in Xia Tian's eyes. After hearing Zhang Yang's words, he said casually: "What's so strange? There's a competition tomorrow, so it must be some kind of encouragement."

Zhang Yang pursed his lips and tried: "But don't you think Brother Shuang and Samuel are a little too close?"

Xia Tian is still perfunctory: "It may be sympathy."

Zhang Yang: ...I wanted to find someone to share my secret with, but I couldn't find anyone.

Xia Tian: ...It was perfunctory again.

In the evening, Zhang Yang found out about Samuel's new updates on Moments, as if he had written a poem, the content of which was always ethereal, anyway, he felt like he was confessing to Liang Liang.

So after he clicked a thumbs up, he assisted a little.

When Cooling returned to the room after taking a shower, Zhang Yang pretended to be casual and said, "Brother Shuang, have you checked Moments? Samuel posted a message."

Cool brushing his hair stopped, and his tone was natural: "Not yet."

As he spoke, he stopped wiping his hair, and picked up his phone to look through it.

Then Zhang Yang saw Liang Liang smiled, not the usual willful and unrestrained, but with a little sweet taste.

Zhang Yang kept refreshing Samuel's post, and soon found it cool to like and comment: It's great.

Zhang Yang looked up and found that Liang Liang didn't put down the phone right away, but just sat on the bed and played with the phone - probably chatting with Samuel, the sour smell of this damn love.

In fact, Zhang Yang guessed wrong. Liang Liang received a message from Samuel after the comment, and the other party asked him to rest earlier. When the time comes when HZ comes to London, he will take him to have fun for a few days.

After Liang Liang agreed, he suddenly remembered something and opened Weibo.

After thinking about it, he sent a private chat to the emotional blogger last time, and this time he asked for a thick code, and also concealed most of the things, only talking about his own feelings. To confirm whether the other party is gay, but he himself fell in love with the other party a little bit, and now he doesn't know what to do, whether to pursue the other party boldly, or to guard silently.

Of course, since it’s an emotional tree hole, Liang Liang’s writing is much more than the summarization, and it’s also much more tangled. It belongs to the kind that he wants to kill himself after reading it after writing it—too hypocritical.

He cut and deleted, and finally sent it to the emotional blogger.

Probably because the submission time was relatively early today, the emotional blogger quickly replied: "Received."

A few minutes later, the emotional blogger posted a new Weibo, and also forwarded Cool's first contribution Weibo.

This time the comments below are even more unscrupulous than last time, jokes are jokes, some people seriously suggested it, and some people said that if you don’t confirm it, it’s better not to confess your love for the time being, lest it doesn’t work and you don’t even have friends in the end.

After looking through the comments again, most of them told him not to confess his love impulsively.

Liang Liang thought for a while, then turned off Weibo, threw the phone aside casually, got up and went to dry his hair again.

After he finished blowing his hair, he found that the front bangs were too long, almost covering his eyes, so he couldn't help but scratched his hair twice, and asked Zhang Yang, "When are we going to get a haircut?"

Zhang Yang was absent-minded, he let out an "ah" and said, "It should be after the game, we don't have time to cut our hair now."

He looked up and saw the cool hair hanging in front of his eyes, blocking his view, paused, and said: "We are in Group A, and we actually play every other day. If you persist, tell Tuanzi, and we will organize us to cut it the day after tomorrow." hair."

Liang Liang hummed, thought about it, and talked about it with Tuanzi on WeChat in advance.

Tuanzi also slept late, and it took him several minutes to see "typing" coolly before receiving the message from Tuanzi.

Tuanzi: Let’s wait until the Golden Grand Prix is ​​over. Considering that you still have to dye your hair, in case of allergies or the like, your face will be swollen into a pig’s head and affect the competition, then the loss outweighs the gain.

Liang Liang replied "Okay", and turned his head to search whether it was true that the dyed hair caused his face to swell. After searching, he felt that he didn't really want to dye his hair that much.

Cool told this little thing to Samuel, and Samuel asked him what color he wanted to dye.

Liang Liang thinks she looks good with black hair.

Samuel sent a voice: "It's very beautiful."

The black hair made the big boy's skin fairer, and even the color of his lips was as delicate as roses. His appearance was originally as exquisite as a glass doll, but his usual willful and generous personality faded away his appearance. Weakness.

Hearing what Samuel said, Liang Liang made up his mind not to dye his hair.

He talked about it in the team group.

Tuanzi followed suit and said in the group: "No, you have agreed on a few colors and you will draw."

The focus of summer seems to be not here: "Is there any green in it?"

Zhang Cheng revealed a little: "There are pink ones."

Zhang Yang:  …

Similu: ...

Tuanzi said at the right time: "Even if you get a quota to go to London, you can't change it."

In some ways, the manager was surprisingly stubborn.

Liang Liang scratched her hair, buried her face in the pillow with an irritable expression, the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she was, and she rolled around twice, like a frizzy little sheep.

Zhang Yang took a few glances, he turned on the camera and pointed at Liang Liang: "Brother Shuang, look at me."

Liang Liang didn't even move his body, he just turned his head to look at him, with small flames in his eyes, and asked silently: What are you doing?

Zhang Yang pressed the camera button, and the flash flashed coolly so that he closed his eyes. After the photo was taken, he said, "It's nothing."

After tossing about for a while, I felt a little tired, said good night casually, and closed my eyes to sleep.

Zhang Yang took a look at the coolness, looked at the photos on his phone, and under the constant urging of Tuanzi in the group, he also put down his phone and went to sleep—this was one of the rare times he went to bed early, and he didn't know if he would be able to sleep.

On the other side, Samuel, looking at the bright moon hanging far away in the night sky, thought of the emotional post he just saw on Weibo, and smiled lightly.

Don't say it now, I just don't want to affect the opponent's game, he is just waiting for the game to end.

Regardless of HZ's final score, he will wait for the opponent's arrival in London, or he will come here again.

Early the next morning, he woke up cool. As soon as he touched his phone, he received a message from Samuel. The other party was already running in the morning, and he was going to watch the game today, and the seat was still in the front row. You can see him when Liang Liang plays the game.

Incidentally, the other party also sent some pictures of today's scenery, which are very beautiful, just like professional ones.

Liang Liang yawned, squinted for a while, then got up lightly and began to tidy up.

After packing his things, he went downstairs to prepare breakfast, and then played with his mobile phone for a while—he didn’t feel too much tension before the game. He lazily flipped through WeChat, and after he fell asleep, many people Send him a message, basically to cheer him up before the game.

When everyone was still asleep and the villa was quiet, Liang Liang suddenly had an idea in his heart.

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