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"Run naked, run naked! Naked... run..." Xiong Ping next to him was even more terrified than Yuechen, waving his arms, howling like repeating slogans, and immediately wilted when he met Zhao Lanyi's vicious gaze.

Naked naked, who is afraid of whom.It's a p thing to take off your clothes when you usually play ball.Zhao Lanyi immediately raised his arms, lifted the hem of his T-shirt, and moved neatly. With a flick of his clothes, he landed on the bench on the sidelines.

Next, he took off his trousers, and the loose sweatpants were no problem, and he was thrown on the chair in a chic way, but Zhao Lanyi froze when his fingers touched the edge of MundoUnico's underwear.With just this second of hesitation, Yuechen whistled, squinted his eyes, and compared his thumbs. It was not only his appreciation of his figure, but also his continued encouragement.

This kid's face is just pretending, he looks so weak, what kind of hooligan is he playing!The energy and blood in Zhao Lanyi's body surged, his face sank, and the last veil was taken off.

Those who were attracted to watch the confrontation between the two were also boys who love basketball. There were only two or three of them, and they all applauded the venue with admiration in their hearts, and they didn't make much noise.

Except for the mentally ill, no matter how thick-skinned a man is, there will be some psychological barriers to implement such a thing as streaking.Zhao Lanyi's madness is similar to that of Shenjingbing in the eyes of others, which does not mean that he does this kind of thing without blinking an eye.But he is a big man after all, he must do what he says, he stripped naked, and immediately rushed out and started running.

"Angry Bird! This figure is top-notch." Xiong Pingyuan was still watching the show with a smile, but after watching it for a few seconds, his tone changed. "It's worthy of playing basketball with your life! We play only when we have time, and we can't compare it decisively."

"Xiong Ping, are you really a straight man? Did that confession really hurt you enough to make you change your sexuality?"

Yue Chen was extremely disgusted by the guy's tone of turning his elbow outward, so he raised his arm and bumped into Xiong Ping, who was almost a nympho.Besides, it's not us, it's just you.In your adolescence when you were playing in mud and watching □, I, Yue Chen, also spent countless youth and sweat on the basketball court, okay?

But I didn’t say this, it’s not to take care of Xiong Ping’s thick nerves, but because he is embarrassed, and in turn, he was laughed at by the other party and you have focused on basketball for 100 years. Why don’t you have such a figure?

"Brother, can't you be envious? Yuechen, you dare to pat your chest and say, you don't want to have this kind of figure? I think you want it more than me, right?"

Turning a deaf ear to Xiong Ping's noise, Yuechen stood facing the wind with his arms around his shoulders, watching the running figure in the dim vision.

I think of a mural in the previous art textbook, the famous "Creation of Adam", the young man on the left side of the painting who is favored by God, just woke up from a deep sleep, leaning lazily on the ground, still lacking vitality and strength, the picture The frame was fixed at the moment when God stretched out his hand to him, and the two fingers barely touched each other. The young man's strong physique and muscles stretched out, like a soul infused with life in an instant, and Zhao Lanyi, who was running, was like the one in the mural after contacting God. , Adam, who was fully awake in the next second, had a strong body and a tough body, with the enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of Michelangelo's works, full of power and beauty, brave and enthusiastic, and fearless without fear of everything.

Why is there such a big difference between people? Streak running is obviously a wretched thing, but some people do it very artistically.Also staring at other people's naked body, Xiong Ping salivated in his mind, but Yue Chen admired it purely.

It took only a few minutes to circle the basketball court ten times. Fortunately, no one passed by. Even if they passed by one or two, they didn't see a naked man running wildly with a low-key muffled sound under the dim vision.

"Bull B, let's make friends, and we will play together when we have time." Apart from his bad temper, this man has the capital to be admired by fellow men, whether it's his figure, his golf skills, or his manly behavior when he says he's naked and doesn't talk nonsense Xiong Ping, as a young man whose scars healed and forgot to hurt, felt that if he had run naked before, it was a strong friendship, and he was close to it. "I'm Xiong Ping, a sophomore in the Department of Architecture, this is my buddy, from our department—oh!" The word "Department Flower" was strangled amidst the screams of slaughtering pigs.

"Yue Chen." Yue Xihua retracted the kicking person's foot, nodded her head as a signal, with a serious look, as if she didn't move.

"Zhao Lanyi, a mechanical engineer." Zhao Lanyi was busy putting on her underwear and added without raising her head. "I'm a freshman."

It turned out to be a rookie who had just entered school, no wonder they had never seen such an eye-catching character on the basketball court during their freshman year.

Yuechen chuckled, stepped forward and patted Zhao Lanyi's shoulder who was starting to put on sweatpants. "Hello, bear. The underwear is on the wrong side."

The well-intentioned rectification (tune) Zheng (drama) was very close, and it warmed my ears. Zhao Lanyi, who had always had a black face but not a red face, had his brain thump, his hands trembled, and he couldn't hear anything.

He has lived for 20 years. He has been rough, ruthless, and fought. He has never lost face when his head is broken!

He frantically tore off the sweatpants that had been pulled down to his knees, but his arm was stopped by Yuechen, and his words were soft, full of concern from the senior.

"Actually, you can make the mistake and just put on your pants and leave."

"..." Zhao Lanyi almost wanted to slap himself.Run around naked, run away with your IQ naked!

"Hey, you're quite interesting." Yue Chen looked at him with interest, looking relaxed.This person was staring at him on the court just now, but now he dodges his eyes and dare not look at him, is he shy?It's a pity that it's too dark, and you can't tell if your face is red or not.

"Kacha——" A flash of light came over and hit the faces of the two people standing side by side, making it a bit dazzling.

"Damn it, there are still people taking pictures!" Xiong Ping looked straight ahead, not far away, and a blurry figure turned around and left.

"Do you want to chase?"

"Chasing a P, it's not high-definition □□ revealing three points." Zhao Lanyi, who was dressed, finally regained her confidence, and her words were once again domineering. It's even easier to take pictures with a naked top and pants, and he still doesn't believe that the person's pixels are so good that he can clearly take a picture of his underwear!

"Let's go then, I'll treat you to dinner! You've been exercising too much, you must be hungry." Xiong Ping put one arm on one shoulder, and the third brother carried them to the cafeteria.

"Xiong Ping, I'm injured." Yue Biehua began to rip off her words calmly.

"Ah, yes, seeing that you have contributed a lot today, I will treat you to dinner too."

"Can I have my wound healed?"

"Damn the wound, I saw that you have the frostbite on your hand that hasn't gone away for a month!"

"The chest hurts. I was hit by an elbow just now. The internal injury is also an injury." Yue Chen put his hand on his chest, and pressed it for a while with an uneasy expression, as if he had pressed it to the painful place, and unconsciously bit his lip. Thin, one bite, it turns from pale pink to pale white after blood loss. It is a pitiful appearance who has been bullied, and Xiong Ping, who is flailing his teeth and claws, has no sense of disobedience in labeling him a bully.

"Yuechen, why don't you go to Xinglin next door to learn acting? It's a waste of talent. If I hadn't gotten used to being cheated, I'm sure I'll trust you again this time!" Xiong Ping hated this kid's heaven-defying acting skills, but he didn't care. Method.

"Really, was the acting good? Is it good to have your idol?" Yuechen lowered his voice, looked at him with a serious look, but his tone was half-truthful, and he didn't know if he really wanted to compare, or was just talking That's all.

"You are the Asian qualifiers for the World Cup, and Master Gu is the finals of the World Cup. Tsk tsk, no, win, compare!" When the idol Xiong Ping was mentioned, his eyes lit up, and his eloquence became much more agile, and the metaphor was vivid. "You just rely on that face to pretend to be pitiful. The fans are simple and honest Chinese people who are satisfied with a zero-to-zero game. Gu Zeyan is obviously a reserved and low-key person. He can be dedicated to his job and play crazy without pressure. The fans are 60 billion on the planet. People with different tastes!"

Zhao Lanyi felt uncomfortable being put on the shoulder by Xiong Ping, who was a few centimeters shorter, and couldn't help throwing off the opponent's arm. Unexpectedly, Xiong Ping, who had a thick neck, was arguing fiercely with Yue Chen, and unconsciously put his hand on it.I had no choice but to let him go with my shoulders low.Glancing at the childish bickering between the two, I saw Yuechen frowning, his hands still pressing on his chest, looking so sad that I was so sad when compared to him.The delicate eyebrows and eyes were lowered, less of the coldness of looking at people, and more of a charming innocence.

Those long and thick eyelashes, like a brush, brushed on the tip of his heart with a dejected blink. Zhao Lanyi, a man, suddenly became a literary artist, and four words floated in his mind-Xizi holding his heart.

Xiong Ping saw Yuechen lowered his head and looked silent, thinking that I owed you money in my previous life and didn't pay it back. Why did I get slapped in the face and asked, "Does your hand hurt? Are you so cheap?"

"Okay, okay, isn't it just a few meals? As for it, it's not enough for me to invite you."

"Are you willing?" Yue Chen looked at Xiong Ping steadfastly, with a reasonable look that I don't want to make things difficult for others.

"Happy! I'm begging you to eat it, and I'll be happy if you don't!"

These two people are simply like Kirilenko and Putin in "Prison Rabbit". One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. They are too naive.Seeing that the quarrel was finally over, and there was a sudden silence, he couldn't help but find a topic and ask a question.

"Xiong Ping, who is your idol?"