My male ticket is eating dirt every day

It's only a blink of an eye for a boy to draw a stick.

It wasn't until Fang Buhuo and Mo Yu returned to the capital that they realized what was wrong.In February and March, Xiaoyu was the same height as the petite Qiao Ke. When they squatted together to tease the puppet, their shoulders were at the same level.From a distance, they are just two small dots.

What now?It's only May, how come the apprentice's shoulders are obviously higher than Qiao Ke's?This must be an illusion, it must be that Xiaoyu didn't squat deep enough!

The seniors, sisters and brothers who came out of H province together whispered about how to raise cats, and each boasted about how well-behaved and sensible their cats are.After blowing for a long time, they couldn't win or lose. The two suddenly came up with a set of rules for fighting cats.

"We hold the cat's front paws and lift them up into the air. Whoever kicks the cat's hind legs first loses."

The fake puppet, the real Houtu and the fake Yeming, the real white tooth met their eyes in mid-air, and Qiqi sneezed from the little pink nose: stupid human beings.

The two fake cats let their hind legs and abdomen sag and sag again to pretend to be real cats with great professionalism, and at the same time they meowed lovingly to remind each other.

"Brother Xiang is enough, enough is enough, even if a cat is in liquid form, it is impossible to stretch your stomach so long, quickly retract your legs and stomach." Houtu's thick face reminded Bai Fang not to stretch his stomach too long.

"Oh, yes, you should also clamp your legs. The balls are exposed. That woman may want to take you for a ligation if she sees too much."

Meow meow meow! ! ! ! !

Sterilization is simply a disaster for a god.Hou Tu was so frightened that he unconsciously shrank his hind legs upwards.

"Ah... your cat has lost its leg! You lost!" Mo Yu mercilessly mocked with his fat, round buttocks squinting his toes, "He's not bad at all." After speaking, he curled his white teeth He took a bite of the little fluffy head in his arms and said, "My family's one is better." After Bai Fang suffered this, his little head rested on Mo Yu's arm and rushed back, revealing a small look of disdain.

Meow meow meow!Hou Tu screamed hoarsely: You two treacherous dogs and men, roll away!

The one who vomited more than Houtu was Fang Buhuo, who was watching the farce not far away.Just now they couldn't see clearly when they were squatting. In order to fight for the cats, the slaves all stood up straight. The difference in height cannot be ignored.Mo Yu is half a head taller than Qiao Ke!

Fang Buhuo's eyeballs are about to fall out, okay?

Moyu sensed Fang Buhuo's overly hot gaze, tilted his head and smiled brightly at him.The warm sunlight evenly sprinkled on his body through the glass, creating a shallow layer of floating light.In the last few months before adulthood, the little fish sheds its creaminess and grows from a bud into a tall, tall tree.He was bathed in the sun, with a beautiful face and a handsome figure.

"If you grow taller, you won't be able to walk the path of a little kraken, but you can still barely call it a little prince." Fang Buhuo muttered in a low voice and walked into the stadium with his water glass in his arms, not caring too much about his height.After all, he knew the Mo family, and he had already considered the height factor when accepting apprentices.None of the parents is taller than 1.8 meters, and the probability of genetic mutations giving birth to tall children is quite small.

Properly growing taller will make the body more beautiful, which is beneficial to figure skaters.Fang Buhuo is quite satisfied with his apprentice's current height.

About four months later, and two more months before the World Figure Skating Grand Prix, as Mo Yu continued to grow taller, the impact of height issues on figure skating took a turn for the worse.

Mo Yu often had cramps during practice and was horrified to find he couldn't jump the [-]-hook.It's not that you can't jump at all, it's that when you complete enough laps and land on the ice, nine times out of ten you have to touch the ice with one hand to stabilize yourself.A four-hook with a mistake will inevitably lose the completion point, and the scoring advantage of this move compared to other quadruple jumps will also disappear.Not only that, but the action with such a high error rate is also difficult to add to the continuous jump. Once you fall or touch the ice, it will be extremely detrimental to the next jump.

The problem is not only the four-hook hand, which is the ultimate stunt to win the championship, but other jumps also have more or less increased turnover rates.Even Mo Yu didn't feel as light as before when he was spinning, and he had the illusion of being thrown out.

He went to the hospital to measure his bone age, and the result was that he would grow taller on the basis of the current [-]cm.

This news was not only disastrous for Mo Yu, but also for the entire national team.They have not produced a men's singles player who can stand on the podium of an international event for nearly ten years.Now it's hard to come up with a young man who can stand up to the top athletes from Russia, Canada, and European countries. I didn't expect him to fall into the sand because of his height.

God is going to kill me for men's singles.

Mo Yu ignored the members of the Ice Association and the coaches who were eager to get on the ants, and went south alone to the competition venue of the sub-station - S City Oriental Sports Center.

He put on his skates and took a lap around the rink, twirling to catch a glimpse of the blond Russian beyond the fence.

Wei Ye obviously came first to familiarize himself with the venue. He still held a cone in his hand, and the matcha ice cream slowly melted and flowed into his palm.The man stared at Mo Yue in disbelief, his lips trembling.

"Kraken, your career is coming to an end."

Mo Yu didn't hear what he said, and walked out of the court to put a protective cover on the skates on his own, and when they walked past Wei Ye, the two nodded.Mo Yu's expression was indifferent, and he didn't feel ashamed at all that he was taller than Wei Ye, but Wei Ye couldn't hold back: "Mo Yu..."

"Ok?"

"Are you in good condition? No, I mean..." Wei Ye was extremely embarrassed. The clumsy figure skating legend felt ashamed to bring up this embarrassing topic, and accidentally picked an even more embarrassing topic in an attempt to smooth it out. In the past, "I mean if you stop skating in the future, how about considering marrying me?"

Moyu has had enough sympathy and pity from others in the past two months, but the rhetoric of this formidable enemy is the most powerful all the way.He couldn't laugh or cry: "How many colleagues have you said this sentence, has every runner-up been proposed by you?"

Wei also shook his head hastily.

Mo Yu pulled the belt with one hand and buckled the bag on his shoulder and passed Wei Ye: "I have a man."

This sub-station is the last competition that Mo Yu participated in as a figure skating men's single skater.He accidentally fell while doing a [-]S ice fall, and the back of his head hit the fence without any buffer, and the sawdust flew out and scattered all over the ground.

……

"Is it him, is it really him? I don't feel any divine power floating around him at all?"

"That's because his soul is still sleeping, and what Master Nuwa said is that he is right."

"Then he is a mortal now, and it is useless for us to bring him back. How can he suppress Zhu Rong's gang of red-eyed evil spirits without divine power? He doesn't even have the memory! How did he know to seek revenge from Zhu Rong?"

"Let me think about which god is in charge of memory, I have to wake him up quickly, otherwise %&××...&%#%...%"

Moyu had a splitting headache, and there were still shrill voices pouring into his ears. He waved his hand away in a daze, and those voices gradually disappeared in his ears.After the surroundings became quiet again, he let himself sink into the soft blanket.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but an unbearable sharp pain rushed into his brain, and Mo Yu rolled over on the hospital bed with his head in his hands, his mouth opened but he couldn't make any sound.

"White Fang..." he subconsciously cried out, hoarse and slightly.

The pain lasted for a quarter of an hour before he passed, and he opened his eyes in a white light.

A dark green hydra the size of chopsticks was trembling at the end of his curly hair, and nine pairs of eyes were crying into goldfish eyes.The little snake whimpered, and was so sad that even the red markings on its neck were no longer as bright as before: "Can you let me go... um... I promise I will never show up in front of you again."