I slept with my partner and then he

Eager to be humiliated, he threw the ball aside, took off his jacket and threw it into Wu Li's arms, strode up the steps, and flipped in the air under the gaze of the other party who didn't know why.

Land a solid backflip.

"..." Wu Li opened his mouth slightly.

Eyes full of shock.

Yang Ze turned his head to look at him, and quickly ran forward a few steps, doing a backflip followed by a backflip.

It landed firmly again.

Wu Li opened his mouth even wider.

With all his strength, Yang Ze picked up the basketball and threw it vigorously into the air. A backflip followed by a backflip followed by a backflip. He kicked the free-falling basketball in the middle of the air. He flew out obliquely.

Wu Li no longer knew what expression to put on his face.

The basketball court is open and free, and there are other people playing inside. Yang Ze's series of actions attracted the attention of several people. The other party applauded him and shouted: "Good!"

After Yang Ze kicked the ball, it landed steadily, his vanity was satisfied, and he was very proud.After straightening her slightly messy clothes, she raised her eyebrows: "One?"

Wu Li closed his mouth and shook his head: "...I can't come."

"Hmph." Yang Ze broke back a game, caught up with the basketball that flew out a hundred meters away and landed, and kicked back haughtily.

"..." Wu Li kindly reminded him, "That's basketball."

Yang Ze's kicking motion flickered, almost spraining his foot, he hurriedly picked up the basketball and hugged him, and glared at him: "I know it's a basketball!"

Just say why kicking doesn't feel right.

Wu Li didn't care about his fried hair, ran over and said with a smile, "You practiced it yourself?"

It's not the usual half-smile, it's a real smile, the corners of the eyes and brows are full of joy, and the eyes are shining.

Eyes full of worship.

Yang Ze raised his tail proudly: "Of course."

Wu Li looked at him with a smile, his face couldn't hide his flattery: "Teach me."

Yang Ze looked him up and down: "It's not easy to practice."

Wu Li understood what he meant, and hurriedly rolled up his sleeves to show him the muscles on his arms: "How is it?"

how?Quite white.

Yang Ze explained to him: "It's not the arms, but mainly the waist. How do you feel about your waist strength?"

Wu Li didn't know that apart from playing basketball and running, he basically didn't do any corresponding exercise, and he didn't do sit-ups often.

Wu Li lifted up his shirt to look at his waist and abdomen. It was flat, without a trace of fat. Of course, he had no abdominal muscles either.

Yang Ze was also looking at Wu Li's waist and abdomen, especially lingering at his mermaid line, imagining the tightness there, secretly swallowing his saliva.

Wu Li put down his clothes and looked up at him: "Did you swallow?"

Yang Ze: "...No, no."

Wu Li narrowed his eyes: "You stutter whenever you lie."

Ze Yang: "..."

Hold!Being exposed at a glance, he said angrily: "Do you want to practice?"

Wu Li nodded: "Practice!"

The two moved from the basketball court to the lawn with the basketball in their arms.

Wu Li practiced for the first time, Yang Ze was afraid of hurting him, so he took people to the wheat field outside the city.

The wheat in this season is not afraid of stepping on it, and there are still people flying kites in the distance.

Yang Ze bent down almost ninety degrees, and motioned Wu Li to practice on his back.

Wu Li went over to his butt to butt, not understanding: "How do I turn?"

Yang Ze learned it when he was a child. He had long forgotten how to learn it, and he never taught anyone. He thought for a while, reached out his hands to grab Wu Li's arms, and motioned: "Lean on my back, take off, and use your waist force."

Yang Ze really doesn't know how to teach. Beginners usually have to practice taking off well. He taught people to turn right away, which is equivalent to teaching a person who can't walk to learn to run. It would be strange if he didn't fall.

Sure enough, Wu Li fell, he didn't turn over and fell, but was carried in the air by Yang Ze, couldn't turn over, lost his balance and accuracy, and fell down from the side.

"Pfft." Wu Li lay down in the wheat field, spit out the dregs in his mouth, and looked at Yang Ze with a sad face: "I think your teaching is wrong."

He was covered in dirt, and his hair was messed up. It was the first time Yang Ze saw this man like this, and he smiled without the slightest sympathy.

It's a pity to wipe away the tears from laughing.

"Tsk, I should have brought my mobile phone earlier."

Wu Li got up from the ground and kicked him several times after chasing him.

After a long fight, the two stood together to discuss. Yang Ze thought for a while and asked him to practice the flexibility of the lower back first, step by step. Wu Li was suspicious: "How?"

Yang Ze didn't know, taught him blindly, he asked Wu Li to bend down on his back, and supported him with his hands. Wu Li had never learned to dance, and his body was so stiff that he couldn't bend down. The weight of his whole body was on Yang Ze's arms. , suppressed Yang Ze enough.Not only did he suppress Yang Ze, he also visually harassed Yang Ze.

Yang Ze stared at the half waist of the man in his arms, which was caused by the clothes slipping open, and felt a little unbearable. The fair skin, firm elasticity, small belly button, and the sexy mermaid line, Everything is destroying his nerves!

Yang Ze forced himself to look away from the flat abdomen, shook his head, and threw out the "Eighteen Touching Wu Liban" in his mind.With a strong arm, he picked up the person and stood up straight.

Before Wu Li could feel it, he was picked up, wondering: "What?"

What else, you have the nerve to ask?In broad daylight you □□ coached me!Yang Ze glared at him angrily, calming down the hot feeling in his body.

Wu Li was inexplicably stared at by him, adjusted his clothes, and suggested aloud: "I think we should practice the strength of the waist and abdomen first, because I have no strength in the waist and can't turn over."

Yang Ze originally wanted him to practice jumping first, and he vaguely remembered that he practiced like this when he was a child.Hearing this, she looked at him strangely: "You have no strength in your waist?"

Wu Li didn't doubt that he was there, and nodded: "Well, I just couldn't get over it."

Yang Ze's expression became even weirder, he looked up and down Wu Li's figure meaningfully, raised his eyebrows: "Oh, that's it." After speaking, he snapped his fingers and lowered his eyes, and smiled.

With a deep smile on his face.

Wu Li was inexplicably terrified by his laughter: "...why?"

Yang Ze hooked his shoulders, led the people back, and said with a smile, "Nothing, I'm tired, let's go back."

Wu Li: "...Don't practice anymore?" You didn't move at all, are you tired?

Yang Ze smiled: "Another day."

What another day, naturally not to teach.

At this time, Wu Li didn't realize Yang Ze's careful thinking, thinking that the other party was too lazy to teach, and he didn't notice the gloomy light flashing in Yang Ze's eyes when he said that his waist was weak.

I have to say that he reminded Yang Ze of one thing, both of them are boys, who will get in and out of bed after this?

Let me ask who doesn't want to put his sweetheart under his body.

And who doesn't want to make someone cry in bed.

Ze Yang especially thought about it.

So he is determined to be the top one!

The matter of practicing backflips was fooled by Yang Ze with ulterior motives.

Yang Ze and Wu Li did not sign up for the basketball game, but Jia Feilin and Li Nan did.

Both of them often play basketball, so it is not surprising that they will participate.

Yang Ze dragged Jia Feilin to the last row, and said with a smile, "Have you had a special training today, how do you feel?"

The basketball game was held at the beginning of March, two weeks before now, and there was not much time for preparation. For this reason, some classes organized special training for the participating students. The third and fourth classes had always been in close contact, and the special training was also held together. The two classes fought against each other.

Jia Feilin brushed his wet hair and was sweating after playing basketball. When he passed the playground, he lay down under the faucet and washed his hair with cold water.

"It's okay, but there are no audiences to watch, and no one appreciates my perfect golf skills, tsk." Jia Feilin was quite narcissistic. After speaking, he licked the broken hair in front of his forehead with his fingers, and tried his best to admire himself.

"You can blow it up." Yang Ze took him sideways, it's not that he didn't see him playing, it's okay but definitely not very good.

Jia Feilin raised his eyebrows: "It's better than you anyway."

Ze Yang: "..."

What's wrong with the world? Compared with him, he just hasn't practiced well!

Jiang Yuan appeared at the back door, lay there and whispered, "Jia Feilin."

Jia Feilin, Yang Ze, and Wu Li Qi Qi, who was on the far side, turned their heads to look over.

Jiang Yuan was a little embarrassed by the eyes of the three big boys, and smiled: "Come out."

Yang Ze and Wu Li turned their heads to look at Jia Feilin together again. Jia Feilin couldn't help being amused seeing the two of them move in unison, "You two have practiced, the movements are the same."

Wu Li turned a deaf ear and stared straight at him, and Yang Ze looked at him with quite meaningful eyes.

Jia Feilin looked at him furiously, muttered "nervous" and went out.

Yang Ze stood up and looked outside through the window. Jia Feilin and Jiang Yuan were talking and laughing on the railing, but the specific content of the conversation could not be heard.

Yang Ze rolled his eyes and landed on Li Xiangping who was sitting under the window and looking out through the transparent glass window.

Yang Ze and Wu Li looked at each other and felt that they wanted to sing again, so they rapped and sang: "I should be under the car, not in the car..."

Wu Li made a stop gesture, with a sad expression on his face: "Can you sing the back? If not, don't sing."

"..." Yang Ze couldn't, so he had to shut up, feeling extremely wronged.

Just before the class bell rang, Jia Feilin entered the classroom. Yang Ze pulled him to sit next to him, and began to gossip: "Are you still chasing Jiang Yuan?"

Jia Feilin scratched his head, his face blushed with excitement, "Hehe" laughed twice: "It's not really chasing, we are friends now."

Is it enough to make friends?Yang Ze looked at him suspiciously: "You still like Jiang Yuan."

What he said was an affirmation.

Jia Feilin didn't deny it, and nodded after laughing a few more times: "Well, as I said, she is my type."

Yang Ze turned his head and looked at Wu Li again.

This is a proper scumbag, since you like Jiang Yuan, why did you agree to Li Xiangping to continue sitting at the same table with you?He didn't believe that Jia Feilin couldn't see what Li Xiangping was thinking.

After all, which girl would help you fetch hot water every day if nothing happened, day after day, so busy.

When the class bell rang, Yang Ze got up and patted Jia Feilin on the shoulder, looked him up and down, and sighed quietly: "Brother, I misjudged you, you are still a scumbag."

Jia Feilin was suddenly called scum, and said inexplicably, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

With a smirk on Yang Ze's face, he flicked his sleeves, gestured like an orchid finger and floated away, singing: "Sister Li fell from the sky..."

Jia Feilin: "..."

Jia Feilin shifted his gaze to Wu Li's face and noticed his gaze. Wu Li picked up a book to cover his face and began to recite words in a low voice.

The book is a language book, and the memorized words are English words.

Jia Feilin: "..." He returned to his seat puzzled.