boiled frog

When Yang Yufeng asked Qi Yang to go out to play, he said he would take a friend with him.

When Qi Yang first came here five years ago, Yang Yufeng had just started working in the piano shop. Both of them were newcomers at that time, they were about the same age, and they had about the same class time. They quickly became friends. They have been fine for so many years. Just go out to play ball and sweat together.

Yang Yufeng and Qi Yang have been together for five years, this is the first time he asked to bring a friend to play together.

Yang Yufeng knew that although Qi Yang was a nice person with an easy-going personality, he didn't like to make friends very much. As for him, Yang Yufeng had a good relationship with Qi Yang by accident, so Qi Yang had a lot of acquaintances with nods, and the closest friends were He really didn't know.

This time Qi Yang actually wanted to bring a friend, Yang Yufeng was surprised but also a little curious.

"You'll know when the time comes, super handsome guy," Qi Yang said.

Yang Yufeng is a real straight man, he knows that Qi Yang is a crook.

"I'm not interested in handsome guys," Yang Yufeng said, "Sisters can still be considered."

"I hear you say that I'm not allowed to bring friends?" Qi Yang glanced at him.

"Hey, hey, I didn't say that, I didn't say that," Yang Yufeng suddenly rolled his eyes, "Hey, have you taken a fancy to him?"

After speaking, he put another arm on Qi Yang's shoulder, "Do you need help from my buddies?"

"What can you do to help? It's almost enough to make trouble." Qi Yang said to him.

"Hey, Qi Yang, I just found out that you are not good at accepting others' kindness, and you are not good at speaking."

They were going to go directly from the piano shop, Qi Yang asked Wen Qing to meet directly at the arena, they played badminton and did not have much activity.

Just right for weaklings like you.Qi Yang said so.

Qi Yang packed up the piano and put it in the piano store without taking it away, and tidied up the racket wrist guards and so on, and sighed.

It's really not good to speak by yourself.

Yang Yufeng chattered non-stop beside him again, and even dragged Qi Yang to ask questions when he got in the car, but Qi Yang was used to him and ignored him.

When we arrived at the arena, we saw Wen Qing in sportswear, carrying a big racket bag, standing at the door and looking at their car smiling.

"Damn." Seeing Wen Qing's glance, Yang Yufeng yelled in a low voice.

Even after seeing Wen Qing so many times, Qi Yang was still a little dazed.

He was dressed in black and white sportswear, with his long hair tied high behind his head, standing in the sun smiling brightly, waving to them.

"...Qi Yang, this person is not suitable for you." Yang Yufeng said seriously to Qi Yang when they parked the car.

"Well, I'm ugly and unworthy of others." Qi Yang said quite self-knowledge before Yang Yufeng could speak.

Yang Yufeng was stunned, and smiled, "This is one reason, the main reason is that this person is not suitable for gays."

Qi Yang turned his head to look at him.

"Suitable for twins." Yang Yufeng added.

Qi Yang was suddenly happy.

They walked to Wen Qing's side, and after getting to know each other, they entered the arena together.

"Why were you laughing so happily just now?" Wen Qing asked.

"Say you are beautiful." Qi Yang still wanted to laugh.

Wen Qing was stunned, "...I tied up my hair."

The parties were completely unconscious.

"Hey, Wen Qing, ponytails are popular these days, pure!" Yang Yufeng thought he summed it up well.

Qi Yang and Wen Qing on the side both laughed.

Wen Qing shook her head after laughing, "I'm an uncle in my thirties, and I'm still innocent."

"You... over 30?!" Not only Yang Yufeng, but even Qi Yang, who had been with Wen Qing for half a year, was shocked.

Wen Qing smiled and scratched her head, "It's not like...the face is pale and small."

Yang Yufeng clicked his tongue a few times and didn't think about it again, Qi Yang was different.

Wen Qing five years ago might be older than himself now.

Qi Yang asked Wen Qing to go up first to try and see his level. He saw that Wen Qing was quite professional in handling the bag, so he might come to play often.

Wen Qing didn't say much, and went on the court, and ended a round with Yang Yufeng, scoring a point, which made Yang Yufeng feel embarrassed.

Qi Yang shook his head, blinded by the appearance.

"This bag belongs to Boss Xiao?"

"Ah, how did you know?"

"How can you buy such special equipment at your level?" Qi Yang looked into the bag with his head, "There are also knee pads."

"Hey," Wen Qing smirked twice, "Sports idiot."

Qi Yang glanced at him, "I'll teach you."

Wen Qing froze for a moment, nodded and said yes.

"Fengzi," Qi Yang beckoned to Yang Yufeng on the other side of the field, "Go and play with him first, I'll teach him."

"to make."

This arena is a relatively professional badminton hall with all kinds of facilities. The people who come here are generally of a relatively high level, so there are more cases of people coming alone, and it is very common to find someone to play with.

Qi Yang watched Wen Qing and Yang Yufeng fight a round just now, and felt that Wen Qing hadn't received professional training, so he was beaten badly by that bastard Yang Yufeng who didn't know how to "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade".

"Follow me," Qi Yang vowed, "Sooner or later, you will abuse that scumbag Fengzi."

Wen Qing smiled, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Qi Yang's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

According to Wen Qing's situation, Qi Yang decided to teach him to hold a racket first, and then teach him to serve.

Qi Yang said, "Wen Qing, you have to hit your waist to serve, and your serve almost went over your head."

Wen Qing's serve is similar to most people's kind of throwing the ball and swinging it all at once, completely out of tune.

Qi Yang taught him to serve backhand.

"When we come back, our first team will play doubles with Fengzi and the others, just use this kind of serve." Qi Yang said.

Qi Yang taught very seriously, Wen Qing also learned fast, the progress was beyond Qi Yang's imagination.

"Yes, you, Master Wen," Qi Yang and Wen Qing divided a field, and he shouted to Wen Qing from there.

He had just taught him how to catch a long ball with his first hand, and he just told him to raise his left hand to measure the distance of the ball. Wen Qing used a new method to catch the ball, and that movement was quite standard.

"Style doesn't matter." Wen Qing smiled.

Seeing that Wen Qing was almost done, Qi Yang asked him to rest for a while and wait for Fengzi to come and they played doubles.

Yang Yufeng found a good player in the field next to him, and he was being abused very much.

The two of them sat on the bench, watching Yang Yufeng and the master serve while Qi Yang explained to Wen Qing.

"Look at Fengzi's move," Qi Yang pointed at Yang Yufeng's dropped ball, "This kind of opponent's obvious frontcourt lob, you have to judge it in advance."

Wen Qing watched carefully and nodded seriously.

"Hey, there's this one more," Yang Yufeng dropped another one while speaking, "The top of the head in the front field, you can kill it directly."

"Yo, this, this, fake action, I was completely deceived."

"Oh, the position is too far forward, if you pull the backcourt, you will die."

"Hey this..."

"Surnamed Qi! Shut up!" Yang Yufeng finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted at them.

He was invincible to his opponent and made frequent mistakes, but in the end Qi Yang took him as a negative example and babbled non-stop, while Wen Qing on the other side was still listening attentively!

Aw, this voice was detained to death without any accident.

"And this, influenced by external factors, resulted in suicide."

Yang Yufeng: "..."

After they finished the round, the master took the initiative to come to their side.

Just now he found that Qi Yang was unusual. Yang Yufeng was a pretty good player, but he couldn't find some details.

When they were playing, Qi Yang was chattering. At first he thought that this person was just teaching the rookie Xiaobai casually, but every sentence hit the point. When evaluating Yang Yufeng, he even analyzed him.

After a few words with Yang Yufeng, he went straight to Qi Yang.

"Hello, let's make friends, call me Lin Bin."

"Hello," Qi Yang stood up, "Qi Yang... come for a game?"

"Okay." Just as he wanted.

Yang Yufeng looked excited, he was happier than himself playing, Wen Qing asked him, "Why are you so happy when they play?"

"Oh, Wen Qing, let me tell you," Yang Yufeng remembered that there was Wen Qing next to him, and hurriedly dragged Wen Qing to share his happiness, "Their fight must be very good, Qi Yang is much better than me Much stronger!"

Yang Yufeng had long forgotten that Qi Yang was still hurting him just now, and Comrade Yang Yufeng, a badminton enthusiast, was also top-notch in his insanity.

Wen Qing said that Qi Yang was great, but he really didn't think Qi Yang could fight better than Lin Bin.

"Just watch, Qi Yang doesn't usually show his power, but today he finally meets an opponent, so let's have fun, have fun!"

Before Qi Yang went on stage, he glanced at Yang Yufeng with a smile, his eyes were full of teasing, "Learn more."

"Qi Yang, you uncle! Don't cry if you lose in a while, don't cry if you lose!" Yang Yufeng laughed angrily at him.

Qi Yang ignored him and walked to Wen Qing's side. Wen Qing sat on the stool and raised his face to look at him. Qi Yang looked softly and rubbed his head, "Look at me carefully."

Wen Qing blinked and nodded.

Yang Yufeng stared blankly at the side, Wen Qing felt himself blushing.

His heart beat out of rhythm, and he stroked his hair involuntarily again.

Qi Yang didn't notice it himself, the corners of his mouth were curled up before going on the court, and that smile didn't fade away until he started playing.

Wen Qing sat on the side, didn't watch their match much, just looked at Qi Yang on the field, feeling a little dazed.

His movements are as smooth as clouds and flowing water, and every move is like the wind. The soft hair dances chaotically with his fast movement, and the sneakers rubbing against the plastic floor makes a creaking sound.

His heart moved.

Yang Yufeng has been quietly watching the game from the sidelines, silently memorizing the scores, his face is full of uncontrollable excitement, and he curses in a low voice from time to time.

"Hey, I'll go... that grandson of Qi Yang!" He muttered to himself, "This ball is so tricky, so tricky!"

Wen Qing looked at him and smiled.

He couldn't tell if the ball was tricky, but he felt that Qi Yang who was playing the ball was indeed not ordinary handsome.

They played anxiously, when Qi Yang caught the ball with his backhand, he caught a glimpse of Wen Qing who was smiling brightly at him.

"Ouch!" Yang Yufeng yelled.

Just now, Qi Yang's backhand strength was a little weak, and he was not able to draw to the bottom line, so he was dunked to death by the opponent.

Yang Yufeng looked back at Wen Qing, and suddenly understood.

Tsk, people see that their sweetheart has lost their mind involuntarily, so there is nothing to blame.

He teased, "Influenced by external factors, it resulted in suicide."

Qi Yang glared fiercely at Yang Yufeng who was having a good time, ignored him, and let Lin Bin continue.

Wen Qing didn't know what to do, and just laughed along with Yang Yufeng, which made Qi Yang depressed for a while, and lost two goals in a row.

Qi Yang and Lin Bin fought a round, and Qi Yang narrowly won.

Lin Bin came over, wiped the sweat off his brow, and said with a smile, "Mr. Qi is amazing."

Qi Yang waved his hand, "You can just call me Qi Yang...you are also very good."

Lin Bin smiled, looked at Wen Qing, and said to Qi Yang, "Are you planning to play doubles for a while?"

"Well, if you agree, we will fight."

"Success," Lin Bin readily agreed, "It's a pleasure playing with you guys!"

They all laughed.

During the break, Wen Qing asked Qi Yang a little uneasy, "Doubles, just like me, won't it hold you back?"

Qi Yang looked at him with a smile, with a little light in his eyes and a gentle face.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, and I'll take you to abuse them."