Beta was teased by me

For a while, the name "Sheng Cifan" became a hot search term in various forums, and the label on him changed from "new star swimmer" to "new O youth".

New O Youth is not a derogatory term.

I just want to tell more people that Omega is not born weak, all achievements depend on your efforts today.

The school bus stopped steadily on the school road, with dead branches of phoenix trees and thin snow on the ground, wrapping up the distinct colors of the Wei and Jin Dynasties in the sketch.

Xiao Yong stroked his hair backwards, and exhaled: "I can finally sleep peacefully, fuck!"

When the gas was cold, it formed a white mist, which blurred the boy's face and concealed the sense of loss that seemed to be there.

The game is over, the tickets are in hand, and you can take a good rest for a while, all of which are very good.

However, my heart was empty.

When going upstream, they are eager to conquer the current, but when they are swaying with the wind, they feel that they have lost their direction.

Of course, this was what they thought before they met Gou Feng.

"What are you doing there!"

The hoarse growl of the man was particularly penetrating in the peaceful and peaceful winter, Luo Shui made a smart move, subconsciously shrunk his head, pretending to be a quail.

Coach Chen was the last to get out of the car. Seeing Gou Feng striding towards this side, he paused, his scalp numb.

Gou Feng looked at the medals hanging on the chests of the players. They were shining golden, with the brightness that blinds 24K golden eyes. After all, he was also his cub, so he was also happy. However, it has been four or five days since he went out to compete. class!

He has always believed that one must have both civil and military skills to go further, so with a straight face, he said solemnly: "Since you are back, let's all go back to the classroom to attend classes."

The cubs all turned their gazes to Coach Chen.

The corner of Coach Chen's mouth twitched, he automatically ignored the pitiful eyes of the boys, and united with Gou Feng: "There will be no training in the future, you should focus on your studies, don't let Director Gou worry about it every day."

Cubs: "..."

What about asking for a day off for them as long as they win the first place in the group?

Oh, my lord's mouth, a deceitful ghost.

Gou Feng paid high respect to Coach Chen's practice of focusing on the academic performance of the players, and delivered an impromptu speech: "There are seven days left before the final exam, and you have achieved very good results in areas other than studies, but remember, if you want to Going further, cultural class scores must keep up..."

Sheng Cifan couldn't hold back and yawned.

Gou Feng's eyebrows twitched into a straight line: "Especially you, Sheng Xiaofan!"

Being called out suddenly, Sheng Cifan immediately lowered his head, with the two folded in front of him, and he became very cowardly.

Gou Feng let go, waved his hand, and told them to go back to their respective classes.

The team members still looked at Coach Chen unwillingly.

The old man touched the tip of his nose, looked at the tip of his shoes, and his face was perfunctory.

Walking back to the teaching building, it coincided with the break between classes. Even the cold snap of minus five or six degrees could not stop the group of chattering groups in the corridor.

The major generals of the swimming team swayed into their respective classrooms in a ostentatious manner.

As usual, Xie Fei jumped behind Sheng Cifan and hung up: "Brother Sheng, Xiao Feifei misses you so much!"

The blunt pain in the lower back suddenly turned into a sharp pain like a needle prick. Sheng Cifan propped up on the wall in time to avoid falling, his face paled a degree visible to the naked eye.

Pei Shu lifted Xie Fei away, leaned over and looked sideways, and asked with concern: "What's going on?"

Sheng Cifan shook his head: "I felt a little strained during the match yesterday."

Xie Fei's face was full of pain, every inch of his expression was engraved with self-blame: "I, I don't know, I'm sorry, I..."

Sheng Cifan turned his back and didn't stand very straight.He said impatiently: "Stop nagging, it has nothing to do with you. If you're really sorry, I'll keep the snacks in your drawer."

Let alone the snacks in the drawer, even if Xie Fei was asked to hand in the snacks in the dormitory, he would not refuse.

Sheng Cifan always skipped some things lightly, carelessly but also took care of the feelings of the people around him.

This is why Xie Fei identified him as Brother Sheng.

There is such a person who is the light of youth.

Lu Xiuyang passed by the corridor and stuffed the glass into Sheng Cifan's palm.

The glass is covered with an insulating layer, and the temperature in the palm of the hand is just right, not hot, and can keep warm.

Sheng Cifan straightened his back without any trace, his eyes bent into two beautiful arcs: "Go in and have class."

There is still one week left before the final exam. Apart from commenting on the papers, the rest of the time in class is self-study.

After not returning to the classroom for five days, Sheng Cifan took out a large stack of blank papers from the drawer, compacted them, and measured the thickness with a set square.

Well, 37mm.

Lao Huang walked up to the podium with a stack of papers in his arms, cleared his throat, and said, "Today we will distribute two papers, and tomorrow we will comment."

......

Add another millimeter to the thickness of the roll.

Sheng Cifan dropped the triangle plate in a slump, buried his face in his hands, it was fucking annoying.

Lu Xiuyang tugged on his sleeve and pointed to the small circle on the question paper.

"Just do the circle question."

Only then did Sheng Cifan notice the traces in the blank paper.

Familiar small circle, familiar formula!

There are no more than ten questions for each paper. After Sheng Cifan's rational estimation, the 38mm was reduced to [-]mm.

Joy is big and general is running, and it is spring when there is nowhere.

It coincides with Saturday, and after class is Sunday's rest day.

Sheng Cifan and Lu Xiuyang wanted to go home as usual, but the final exam was coming up, so they chose to make an exception and not go home.

In the evening, they had a casual dinner at the snack street, and the two went back to the dormitory.

Sheng Cifan threw himself on the bed, paralyzed, not wanting to move.

Lu Xiuyang put his arms on the bed, rested his chin on his arms, and looked straight at Sheng Cifan: "Are you tired?"

Sheng Cifan didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, his mind was parabolic.

Ah, yes, and the circuit diagram, which directly short-circuited his brain.

Lu Xiuyang rubbed his head and went to the living room.

Sheng Cifan opened one eye condescendingly, and the physical force analysis diagram flashed into his brain.

When inspiration strikes, nothing can stop it.

He took a pen and paper from the bedside table and began to write the calculation process.

When Lu Xiuyang came back, he saw that he was brushing like flying, so he didn't bother him, but just sat quietly and watched him solve the problem.

Sheng Cifan's handwriting is really ugly, like ghosts and snakes.

However, Lu Xiuyang felt that whether it was a series of strokes or letters, or crooked sketches, they were particularly pleasing to the eye.

Serious children are cute no matter how they look.

Sheng Cifan detoured into a dead end again, stopped writing, with a sullen face.

Lu Xiuyang held his hand and added a touch to the sketch.

The high wall of the dead end was knocked down in an instant, Sheng Cifan was able again, and continued to draw symbols.

Lu Xiuyang lightly pressed on Sheng Cifan's back, Sheng Cifan squeezed the pen tightly, gasped, "Hiss~"

"Do you still know it hurts?" Lu Xiuyang rolled up Sheng Cifan's clothes, his back was neither red nor swollen.

Sheng Cifan kept on writing, and explained casually: "I accidentally strained it, and it will be fine in two days."

There was a smell of Chinese herbal medicine in the room, which was cool and a bit bitter.

Sheng Cifan turned his head, but before he could see clearly, Lu Xiuyang rubbed his back gently.

The palms were warm, covered with medicinal wine, and pressed against the waist, the dull pain turned into a soft swelling, which neutralized the continuous dull pain.

"Ah! Take it easy."

Lu Xiuyang was merciful and relaxed a little.

"I'll also do it next time."

Lu Xiuyang moved down two centimeters.

"Comfortable?"

"Well, sit up a little bit, this position is uncomfortable for you."

"..."

Lao Sheng and Lu Jiang stood in the living room, stunned by the conversation floating out of the room, swallowing three mouthfuls of saliva.

Lao Sheng: "What kind of soup did Shen Ru cook today?"

Lu Jiang: "It looks like black chicken soup."

Lao Sheng: "Now go back and exchange pork kidneys, is there time?"

Lu Jiang: "Let's go to the restaurant to pack."

The two middle-aged men hurriedly left the apartment, and the sound of the door closing was almost non-existent.

The grooves on the bed sheets were deep and shallow, Sheng Cifan's ten fingers loosened and grasped, grasped and loosened again.

Lu Xiuyang helped him roll up his clothes: "Is it better?"

Sheng Cifan tilted his head and looked at the glass bottle for a long time.There is no explanatory text on the glass bottle, the small bottle is more like medicinal wine brewed by oneself: "Where did you get this?"

Lu Xiuyang wiped his hands with a tissue: "Pei Shu gave it."

Sheng Cifan frowned.

Lu Xiuyang put the medicinal wine on the table: "His mother brewed the medicinal wine himself. He said that he often hurt his muscles himself, and it's okay to use."

Sheng Cifan was slightly moved: "Pei Shu is not bad." Just after finishing speaking, he hugged Lu Xiuyang's arm tightly again, "But little brother is the best."

Lu Xiuyang was amused.

Sheng Cifan pushed Lu Xiuyang down, pulled off the quilt, and the two of them hid under the quilt.

He started to tell Lu Xiuyang what happened in the past few days, how he won the championship, how he provoked his opponent, how he missed his little brother...

Lao Sheng and Lu Jiang came back with four bags of packing boxes in four hands.

Sheng Zaiwang in the living room cautiously observed the middle-aged man who had gone and returned, and called "Wangwang" twice.

Lao Sheng fed the food, and Sheng Zaiwang indulged in dinner.

Lao Sheng and Lu Jiang, both straight A, sat in the living room for a while, guessing punches at the same time.

The tacit understanding of growing up together is that guessing boxing decides everything.

Lu Jiang is well versed in the rules, and Lao Sheng's fiasco is as usual.

Lao Sheng took a deep breath and walked to the door of the room where the door was not closed. Due to the structure of the room, he couldn't actually see the bed.

But he has already made up a series of indescribable pictures in his brain, curled up his fingers, knocked on the door three times, and said rationally and politely: "Take a break, it's time to eat."

Sheng Cifan lifted the quilt, jumped to the ground, walked to the door, and met the red-faced Lao Sheng: "Dad, have you been drinking?"

Lao Sheng denied it flatly: "No."

Sheng Cifan didn't believe it: "Then why are you blushing?"

Lao Sheng wished he could reward his silly boy with two chestnuts: "Remember to close the door next time."

Sheng Cifan: "...?"

There were sumptuous dishes on the table, Sheng Cifan was dumbfounded: "Uncle Lu, we have eaten."

Lu Jiang greeted the children to sit down: "Eat some more after eating, make up for it."

Lao Sheng helped serve the soup, smiling: "Xiuyang, stewed kidneys with wolfberries, drink more."

Lu Jiang picked up a bowl of vegetables for Sheng Cifan, grinning: "Stir-fried kidney, sauce-flavored kidney, and this one, pork loin with leek and yellow, eat more."

Under the expectant eyes, Sheng Cifan bit the pig's kidney awkwardly.

Immediately, there was a burst of acid in the stomach, and he rushed to the bathroom covering his mouth, vomited hysterically, and vomited all his dinner by the way.

Lu Xiuyang followed in, and following Sheng Cifan's back, his voice was anxious: "Is it better?"

Sheng Cifan flushed the water and rinsed his mouth, the end of his eyes flushed physiologically: "It's okay, it's just disgusting."

Lu Xiuyang felt distressed: "I'll accompany you to the hospital."

Sheng Cifan shook his head and washed his face: "No, let's have a look again." He moved close to Lu Xiuyang's ear, "I dare not eat offal."

But it was the dish that Lu Jiang picked for him, and he still couldn't say the word "don't eat".

Lao Sheng and Lu Jiang listened to the conversation one after another, and their expressions gradually became dignified.

Lao Sheng: "I'm going to be a grandfather?"

Lu Jiang: "You can only be a grandfather."

Xiao Sheng and Xiao Lu who walked out of the bathroom: "...?"