Doggy players have no desire to survive

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Before Shen Yao opened his mouth, Zhou Zheng answered for him: "I think you like me, is there anyone in the world who doesn't like me?"

Shen Yao was dumbfounded.

He had never seen such a brazen person.

You go to Weibo to see the people who don’t like you. Could it be that those people are all dogs?

Zhou Zheng stubbornly wanted an answer, but seeing that Shen Yao didn't answer, he asked unwillingly, "Do you like me?"

"No..." Shen Yao subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he swallowed it before he could say half of it. His face was flushed.

"Don't like it?" Zhou Zheng dragged his voice slowly, "That's a pity..."

"……no."

"It's not what? It's not that you don't like it?" Zhou Zheng deliberately teased him, "Do you like it or don't you like it? Don't bully your brother who is not good at Chinese. I just gave three sticks of incense to the Chinese teacher in the elementary school in Qingming last year, double negative I almost forgot what it meant."

Shen Yao sneered and said, "Whoever believes in you is an idiot."

"You came to EG, really just to win?" Zhou Zheng made a breakthrough.

"not only."

"For me?"

"And to make money."

"..."

Zhou Zheng was helpless.

Is it that hard to be honest?

"Okay, it's what you say..." Zhou Zheng patted Shen Yao's side face, "But I don't really believe what other people say, you see, our EG often reposts each other on Weibo and Fly Friendship lasts forever, isn't it strangling you to death in private?"

Zhou Zheng moved the knee of Shen Yao's left leg and slid down.Shen Yao's leg folded by him hadn't been put down yet, but Zhou Zheng took advantage of the loophole and let go of the hand pinching Shen Yao's chin, "A man's mouth is a deceiving ghost, the body's reaction is the most honest. I Touch it... hey, look, isn't this all there?"

Shen Yao's scalp exploded, and he quickly grabbed Zhou Zheng's wrist, "You...have a match tomorrow."

"Huh? I thought it was you who wanted it?" Zhou Zheng easily broke away from Shen Yao, and instead clasped his hand and pressed it on the pillow, "The grip is so loose, what is it not to refuse or to welcome?"

Shen Yao was so angry that he almost sprayed Zhou Zheng's face with a mouthful of blood.

Do you think he holds it loose?

Do you need to hold tight so that you can't play tomorrow at all? !

"So what do you think I want to do?" Zhou Zheng took the lead, gagged Shen Yao's mouth, and pretended to be suddenly enlightened, "Wow--I know what you are thinking, I didn't expect us Sunny to think about it at such a young age. It's so impure..."

"How do you know I'm not thinking about today's resumption?" Shen Yao's face flushed red, but his mouth was harder than a dead duck.

"When is it? If you still want to resume the game, I have to go to the doctor first to see if you are indifferent... Don't quibble, you just want me to get you out of the way." Zhou Zheng grabbed Shen Yao's ear, as if he was tasting his spoiled beast, "Actually, I also really think about it, it's best if you can only hang on me, and I have to hold you wherever you go."

"I can see that you are really shameless!" Shen Yao gritted his teeth, but his body was not up to date, because Zhou Zheng's words reacted more intensely.

"That's right." Zhou Zheng didn't talk nonsense, and proved that he was shameless with practical actions. He let go of Shen Yao's leg that was folded in front of his chest, and the pajama pants were ripped off and thrown aside into a ball.

"You..." Shen Yao rejected Zhou Zheng's hands and clenched the cloth on his shoulders, a few beads of sweat ooze from the tip of his nose, reflecting warm yellow light under the light of the small lamp beside the bed.

Zhou Zheng squinted his eyes and smiled at Shen Yao: "Don't you like this?"

Shen Yao: "..."

How should he answer this?

Do you have to say "I'm looking forward to it"?

Zhou Zheng had figured out Shen Yao's temper, and those who didn't expressly refuse agreed, if he could make him confess that he liked it...

Even if Shen Yao wanted Xingxing Zhouzheng, he would find a way to build a ladder and go to the sky to pick him up.

It just so happened that the alarm clock on the mobile phone rang, and Shen Yao turned his head to look, as if seeing a great savior, he hurriedly pressed Zhou Zheng's hand, "Don't mess with it, go to sleep...it's eleven o'clock."

"You haven't said whether you like me or not." Zhou Zheng fixed his eyes on him, reached out to turn off the alarm clock, and said with a half-smile, "Anyway, the game starts in the afternoon, and there is no training, so we can get up two hours earlier... You are embarrassed to say it now, and there are several hours for you to slow down and talk slowly."

Shen Yao stared at him, "What do you want to do?"

"I have a small problem. If I don't get itchy hands, I like to play strong ones. Once I play strong ones, it's easy to delay the work." Zhou Zheng blinked his eyes innocently, deliberately scaring Shen Yao, "Hey, look, tomorrow is the double volleyball match. We are bound together. Something went wrong on my side. It is very difficult for you to drag two in the professional arena, right?"

Shen Yao blinked his eyes, not being fooled by him, and asked instead: "Then do you want to?"

It's not whether you dare or not, but whether you want to.

Zhou Zheng smiled.

Isn't this fucking nonsense?

Seeing other people playing counterfeit games is enough for Zhou Zheng to be so disgusted that he can't eat for a long time, let alone let him do it by himself... Then before Zhao Huachao and Chen Meiyi join forces to sink him into the Huangpu River to feed the fish, he himself may not be able to resist throwing himself into the river committed suicide.

This little brat... having a heart-to-heart with him is not enough on the field, this is also on the bed, Zhou Zheng had no choice but to lower his head and leaned closer to Shen Yao and kissed him on the ear, "Then it can only be done as long as you say you like it—" —Remember, you said the word 'like' yourself, um, ah, oh, etc. It doesn't count... After all, you can call out that kind of movement if I hit it twice."

"The dirty jokes are very smooth, Zhou, God." Shen Yao suddenly grasped Zhou Zheng's third leg like a broken pot, tightened his slender fingers, and smiled innocently with a bit of cruelty, "Then Why are you still a virgin at the age of 28?"

Zhou Zheng's face turned blue, not only from pain, but also from anger, "...you're in a hurry to find a date, right?"

Fortunately, Shen Yao didn't go too far, he squeezed hard and let him go. Before Zhou Zheng could breathe a sigh of relief, he uttered four more words: "Tomorrow's competition."

Zhou Zheng was discouraged.

This is not a sub-question, but a proposition.

Because of this incident, the game was delayed... Not to mention the coach manager and those two bad guys, Shen Yao was the first to let him go.

The world is always making things difficult for him, and Zhou Zheng is wronged in every possible way.

"Okay, you said, the game is tomorrow, right? Then let's finish it quickly, so we can go to bed early." Zhou Zheng laughed back angrily, aggravating the movements of his hands, learning and selling the things in the little yellow text.

Shen Yao tightened his fingers and grasped the bed sheet, letting Zhou Zheng flatten and pinch it into a circle, trying to find a way to get back the place.

... It seems that there is no such thing.

This is so frustrating.

Fortunately, the two didn't last long.Shen Yao let out a muffled snort, Zhou Zheng looked down at the corners of his reddish eyes, regretting in his heart that the scene wasn't right at the moment—it was he who pressed Shen Yao on the stairs, held a gun to his head, and listened to the sound of gunshots and Applause for love under cover of explosions.

When are we going to play a real-life CS... Zhou Zheng thought viciously, if he doesn't have a house, he can use an outdoor battle instead, or he might as well suggest to his sister to build a PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds real-life solo-themed playground to cater to the current trend.

Zhou Zheng didn't make it to the end. After the fire between the two of them subsided, he tore a few paper towels from the bedside tissue box and wiped them for Shen Yao before he wiped his hands. Under the bed, he gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Sleep, sleep, sleep quickly... You wait for PAI to finish."

"Okay, I'll wait." Shen Yao quickly reached out his hand to turn off the small lamp beside the bed, buried his flushed cheeks in the pillow, and closed his eyes to get ready to sleep, ignoring the flamboyant and ambiguous smell in the room.

With a cheeky face, Zhou Zheng stayed in Shen Yao's room and lay down as well.

The hotel room has only one quilt, and the two of them are young men in full swing. The person they like is lying on the side less than half a meter away. If they don't respond to this, they really have to register with the Andrology Department of the hospital.

Shen Yao can bear it, even if his face turns red, he can continue to close his eyes and pretend to be dead.

Zhou Zheng couldn't bear it. He stared at the ceiling in the middle of the night and counted sheep. He recalled the experience of pinching each other with Fly for many years.

When he got up, Shen Yao rolled over, his toes brushed against Zhou Zheng's knee, Zhou Zheng's scalp went numb, he stared at Shen Yao's turned face for a while, finally took a deep breath, and resolutely lifted the quilt out of bed Rush into the bathroom.

Shen Yao rolled his eyes, and said to himself that you will be suffocated to death.He listened to the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and counted Zhou Zheng's various vices in his mind, until at the end he wished he could do it himself, and drowned Zhou Zheng in the bathtub with his head down. This fire was connected with some impulse Disappeared together.

But if you hold back a sneeze that you can't get out, you will still feel uncomfortable for a while. Shen Yao suppressed the fire hard, so it's not as good as Zhou Zheng pouring cold water on himself.

The two got up one after another at noon the next day, and wandered to the restaurant like ghosts with dark circles under their eyes. Three meals a day were all arranged buffets, and all they had to do was swipe their room cards at the entrance of the restaurant.

There were quite a lot of people in the restaurant during lunch time. Chen Meiyi glanced at Zhou Zheng who was sneezing and sneezing non-stop, and then at Shen Yao who was clearly out of spirits. Apart from anything else, she called Yan Xiyue to change rooms with Zhou Zheng at night.

Zhou Zheng didn't like to be beaten to death, but this time Chen Meiyi was determined to separate the two, no matter what anyone said, it wouldn't work.

Chen Meiyi was furious: "How dare you say that you didn't touch someone's house in the middle of the night?!"

Zhou Zheng lost his temper.

There is really no way to refute this, it was indeed he who went to Shen Yao's room first.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chen Meiyi thought he was acquiescing, and she became even more angry, "He has a girlfriend... although it's an ex-girlfriend, but at least she's straight!"

"I have to explain this for Shen Yao." Taking advantage of Shen Yao's time to pick up vegetables, Zhou Zheng lazily leaned back on the chair and spread his hands to Chen Meiyi, "He doesn't have a girlfriend at all, and it's not clear if he can respond to a girl." It’s open to debate, but he definitely has a very normal reaction to men—I’ve tried it myself, and it’s no lie.”

Chen Meiyi's face turned green: "...can you be a little more tactful?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that the manager doesn't have a boyfriend yet, unlike me who sings every night and never lacks a warm bed." Zhou Zheng immediately apologized, "My fault, let's skip this exciting topic for now."

The manager doesn't want a boyfriend anymore.

The manager wants to kill.

Chen Meiyi patted her chest, took a sip of the orange juice handed by Su Luo, and felt that it was pointless to argue with this animal.

Anyway, Shen Yao is a good baby, as long as he takes good care of Zhou Zheng, everything will be fine.

"I didn't have much hope for the double volleyball today... Bah, I'm not saying that because of the general shortcomings of the domestic double volleyball, you can let yourself go and play a few waves, but tomorrow's quad volleyball is the highlight, you give me Zhou Zheng. !" After leaving the restaurant, Chen Meiyi gave Yan Xiyue a warning, "Don't let Zhou Zheng's animal touch Shen Yu's room in the middle of the night, do you understand?!"

"Is this possible?" Yan Xiyue shrank his shoulders like a quail. He probably couldn't find anyone as cowardly as him. "If you change the room, Coach Zhao and the captain will be in the same room. Does he dare?"

"Don't he dare?" In Chen Meiyi's impression, there was nothing Zhou Zheng couldn't do.

After lunch, Zhou Zheng was escorted by Chen Meiyi to pack his things and change rooms with Yan Xiyue, while Shen Yao was ordered to go back to catch up on sleep.

With such an arrangement, the few hours before the game finally stopped.

But Manager Chen forgot again, how could Zhou Zheng be willing to suffer?

Zhou Zheng's life creed is that if he falls in one river, he will swim to another river and get up again. If he can't take advantage of the room, he can only get it back from other places.

Before the four double volleyball games were finished that day, Manager Chen wanted to hang himself at the gate of the arena several times with a piece of white silk, but fortunately, he was persuaded by Coach Zhao.

After the press conference was over, Zhou Zheng returned to the lounge with a happy face, but he didn't know that Manager Chen's sharply sharpened butcher's knife would be waiting for him.