boiled frog

During the break, Yang Yufeng and Lin Bin were chatting together, as if they were asking him about badminton. Yang Yufeng danced and seemed to be in high spirits.

Here, Qi Yang explained to Wen Qing the rules of badminton doubles, mainly the differences from singles, and the issue of positioning.

"Anyway, you just look at where I am, and you stand a little farther away from me, and the two of us will cover the field."

Before playing, Qi Yang said this to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing nodded solemnly, and went on stage with a serious face.

Made the other three laugh.

"Don't be nervous, it's the first time after all, we will be gentle." Yang Yufeng smiled wretchedly.

Seeing that Wen Qing was still thankful, Qi Yang nodded and went straight up to give Yang Yufeng a shudder.

"You're looking for death." Qi Yang glanced at him coldly, his eyes were dark.

"...Hey, you're really angry..." Yang Yufeng stepped forward and hooked Qi Yang's shoulder, not afraid, but still smiling.

Qi Yang knew that he was just used to being a prostitute, and he didn't mean anything malicious, so he ignored him after scolding him a few words.

Yang Yufeng curled his lips, looked at Qi Yang again, and went to his place.

Qi Yang thought it was troublesome just now, so he didn't tell Wen Qing about the rotation of the serving position, he just said that he should stand with him.

Qi Yang served first, he said to let Wen Qing get used to the atmosphere of the game first.

Two wins in three games, 21 goals.

The game started and Qi Yang served.

He rubbed the ground with his forefoot, tapped again, and tiptoed to send out a small ball with a tricky route, hitting the opponent's backhand in front of the net.

Lin Bin was catching the ball on the opposite side. He moved his racket, changed his backhand grip, took a small step forward, and picked the ball to Wen Qing's position in the backcourt with a long ball.

"Squeeze!" Qi Yang said to Wen Qing seeing that he was too late to pass.

Wen Qing looked at the incoming ball, slowly raised his left hand, followed the method Qi Yang had just taught him, swung his arm, and the ball hit the net in an arc.

Qi Yang lifted the ball to Yang Yufeng who was serving next, and walked over to pat Wen Qing on the shoulder, "Don't worry, take your time."

Wen Qing nodded, expressing that he would get used to it slowly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't get used to it," Qi Yang smiled, "If you think it's not easy to pick up, you can turn it sideways, and I'll do it."

The game continued, the opponent led 1:0, Yang Yufeng served and Wen Qing received the ball.

This time Yang Yufeng directly picked a backcourt, and the ball flew high.

"Don't move!" Qi Yang said.

Wen Qing, who was about to move backwards, stood still.

The ball went out of the doubles backcourt serve circle.

"Hey——" Yang Yufeng groaned, "What are you yelling about, you Qi Yang!"

Qi Yang said: "This is called teamwork."

The game resumed, Wen Qing served a small ball, and Yang Yufeng picked a backcourt.

"Wen Qing, I'll come," Qi Yang quickly moved behind Wen Qing from this side, "How dare you choose the backcourt, you kid, didn't you see where I am?"

"Ah—" Yang Yufeng yelled, he didn't expect Qi Yang to move over to protect Wen Qing's backcourt from this angle.

Wen Qing hadn't recovered from his senses yet, a smash shot came out from behind him, touched the net belt and flew over, Yang Yufeng hurriedly took a step back to catch it, but he still didn't catch it.

Behind him was the heat wave caused by Qi Yang's leap, overwhelmingly approaching Wen Qing.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind.

The subsequent games were quite stalemate. Although Wen Qing was weak here, but Qi Yang caught Wen Qing's missed ball from behind, so there was always no danger; The cooperation was horrible, not as good as Qi Yang's dictation of Wen Qingzhao's cooperation, and Yang Yufeng's continuous mistakes. Qi Yang even thought that the two of them had some old feud, so they went to greet each other.

Although there is a complete novice among them, the other three are either masters or veterans. The game was tied, and there were sporadic crowds of onlookers around.

Originally, this stadium was a group of people who couldn't find opponents in the ordinary stadium, but now there was a wonderful match, and they flocked here.

The first round ended, Qi Yang and Wen Qing went to the next round first, entering the rest time.

"Huh," Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Qi Yang with a smile, "You are really a reliable teammate."

"No way, who can't teach teammates well." Qi Yang picked up a towel and wiped his sweat, with a sly look on his face.

Seeing that the game was over, the surrounding onlookers all came up to chat a few words, nothing more than boasting a few words about how well they played the ball, asking for advice, etc. Qi Yang dealt with it casually, while Wen Qing watched with a smile.

After they all left, Qi Yang let out a long breath.

"Big celebrity, Qi Yang." Wen Qing teased him with a smile.

Qi Yang squinted at him helplessly, "...you still have the mind to take care of me, you should practice hard."

Wen Qing pouted and stopped talking.

The next two rounds were pretty exciting. The only shortcoming was that on Qi Yang's side, Wen Qing could hardly play. He said he couldn't play. In fact, he was at the level of ordinary people. He could catch the ball and pass the net. I just don't know where to draw the ball, Qi Yang can only save the ball and make up the ball in various ways, and he is very busy.

At the end of the three games, Mr. Qi, who was almost one against two, was a little bit overwhelmed.

Yang Yufeng was very upset when he heard that Qi Yang was going to take Wen Qing to abuse them, Lin Bin just smiled without saying anything, now that Qi Yang and the others lost the game, Yang Yufeng came here to have fun without taking a break.

"Qi Yang, abuse us?" Yang Yufeng said with a strange expression.

Qi Yang glanced at him, "I didn't abuse you... sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay, we are very magnanimous, don't care about it." Yang Yufeng smiled with the corners of his mouth almost hooked to his eyes.

"Fengzi, you two fight one another." Wen Qing looked at Qi Yang who was sitting on the bench with his head bowed and his breathing was a little short, and said lightly, then glanced at the scoreboard that was brought over, "Almost lost."

On the scoreboard, the last game ended at 24:22, and Yang Yufeng and the others really won by a narrow margin.

Wen Qing basically occupies a position on the field, Qi Yang does not stop in various positions, and in the end he is really exhausted.

But what Wen Qing said was really bad, and he didn't even count himself on the stage.

After hearing Wen Qing's words, Fengzi smirked a few times, and didn't feel anything, so he came over and put it on Wen Qing's shoulders.

His voice was very low, "...Wen Qing, what you said is not in your style, what's the matter, do you feel distressed?"

Wen Qing felt her face turn red.

He looked at Qi Yang who was still sitting on the chair, his legs were spread apart, his elbows rested on his knees, he bent his waist and bowed his head, panting.

After Yang Yufeng left, Wen Qing walked over and sat next to Qi Yang, as soon as he got close to him, he could feel the heat radiating from him, and his body was shaking slightly with his breathing.

"...Qi Yang, I'm sorry." Wen Qing patted his back, and he could feel his pounding heartbeat in the palm of his hand.

"Cough...I'm sorry...it's all just for fun," he coughed, and looked up into Wen Qing's eyes.

He could clearly see the worry and apology in his eyes.

Qi Yang's heart moved slightly.

"You've only just learned, there's a process..." He breathed out, squinted his eyes and smiled at Wen Qing, "From now on, it's enough to play often, just to exercise your little body."

Wen Qing nodded.

When Qi Yang had almost rested, they played casually again, then packed up and prepared to take a shower.

This badminton hall has excellent equipment, not only a large space, but also a standard venue, changing rooms, lounges, bathrooms, etc. are all available.

Wen Qing said that he went to wait for them outside the stadium.

Qi Yang adjusted his racket and glanced at him, "Don't you take a shower after sweating?"

Wen Qing scratched her head, "... I don't know if I can take a bath here, I didn't bring anything."

"Boss Xiao seems to come here often, why didn't he tell you?"

"He's been very busy recently, how can such a trivial matter disturb him." Wen Qing waved his hand.

"I brought you an extra copy, use it first," Qi Yang said and walked towards the bathroom, "This way."

Wen Qing was stunned.

"Hey, he took a long time to prepare things today, and I wonder why he suddenly thought of taking care of himself." Yang Yufeng patted Wen Qing on the shoulder when he passed by, "So it was brought for you."

Before Wen Qing came back to his senses, Yang Yufeng dragged him to the locker room.

When they entered, Qi Yang was kicking off his sneakers and socks, looking back at them.

"Thank you, Qi Yang." Wen Qing took the bag Qi Yang handed him, tilted his head and smiled.

"Thank you, take it and wear it."

Qi Yangguang stood on the floor with his feet on the floor, casually pulled off his sweaty sportswear with both hands, and threw it on a chair beside him. The muscular muscles on his body opened and closed according to the movements, and his wheat-colored back was shining brightly. There was also a small bead of sweat sliding down the gully on his back.

Wen Qing stood aside in a daze.

Even though he is such a handsome and handsome man, he can think of bringing him a change of clothes.

Qi Yang was taking off his pants, when he saw Wen Qing staring at him, he suddenly felt a little awkward.

"What are you doing?" Qi Yang waved his hand in front of him, "Hurry up and take a shower."

"Oh... good." Wen Qing suddenly came back to his senses, with an unnatural blush on his face.

Qi Yang looked at him, but didn't speak.

After Qi Yang took off his clothes, he took a towel and went into the bathroom, found a shower head and started to rinse.

Wen Qing also went in afterwards, it was foggy inside, so he just took a seat and started to wash.

Wen Qing's hair is long, and washing is also slow, it takes half a day just to apply shampoo, Qi Yang came out of the bathroom, with a big towel wrapped around his crotch, Wen Qing was rinsing the foam from his hair when he walked to the door.

He turned his back to the aisle, his face inward, the shower head rushing over his head.The milky white foam flows down the long hair along the warm and clean back, and the slightly upturned buttocks outline a beautiful arc.

Although Wen Qing seldom exercises, she has a good frame, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and slender and straight legs.

Qi Yang approached him.

Wen Qing was happily stroking his hair with his eyes closed, and was about to hum a song to cheer up, when he felt a fiery body stuck behind him.

He subconsciously wanted to break away in shock, and the man put one arm around his waist, raised his hand to gently cover Wen Qing's eyes, and lowered his head to press a kiss on his neck.

Wen Qing shivered slightly in the dark, because his vision disappeared, his physical touch became more sensitive, he could feel the softness touching his shoulder.

The shower head above the head was still spraying water, wetting the two people below. Both of them were naked and their skins were tightly pressed against each other. For a moment, it seemed that only the sound of rushing water was left in the whole world.

It wasn't until the person behind him left that Wen Qing felt that he could breathe.

He opened his eyes in a mist, still dazed.

He knew who it was when the man put his arms around him, and at that moment he suddenly stopped struggling.

When Qi Yang kissed him, he could clearly feel his lips were hot but trembling.

The shower was lukewarm, but the drops were scorching hot.

When Qi Yang lightly kissed his neck, he actually shed tears.

Wen Qing supported the wall and stood under the water, with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly.

Qi Yang came out of the bathroom staggeringly, his body was covered with water droplets, his hair was also dripping with water, his bangs were hanging down to cover his eyes, he looked a bit embarrassed.

His eyes were fixed on the floor, panting slightly.

His black eyes were full of shock and confusion.

As if the victim just now was him.

He suddenly covered his face with his hands and sat down slowly on the soft chair.

The more he gets along with Wen Qing, the more he understands how Ming Jin loved Wen Qing deeply despite torturing himself.

He is really like what those people said, attracting Mingjin, tempting Mingjin, like a goblin, eating people's bone marrow.

The man's beautiful body made him want to kiss Fangze, but it was just a momentary visual stimulation, an impulse of lust, but he didn't expect it.

At that moment, Qi Yang embraced Wen Qing's trembling body, he clearly felt that his rationality wanted to break away from him, but in the end he chose to silently bear his passionate kiss.

At that moment, he bent forward, and he leaned back slightly.

At that moment, Wen Qing's warm body, Wen Qing's subconscious reaction, Wen Qing's silence, Wen Qing's silence, Wen Qing's everything.

At that moment, Qi Yang became emotional.