[Competition] Strive for the top

"Brother Zheng!"

"Brother Zheng!"

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You Le was lying on the edge of the pool, water droplets hung on his delicate and even beautiful face, his eyes were extraordinarily bright like broken diamonds, staring at him intently, his red lips opened, and he called out again He said those three words - "Brother Xiaozheng."

The water in the pool was turbulent and sparkling, just like his mood at the moment, unable to calm down.

A second before he touched that face with his hand, Yuan Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the blurry light reflected in the ceiling in front of him, dazed, blackened from the outer circle of his vision, as if squeezing him Like the eyeballs, the front of the eyes turned black little by little, and the breathing became heavy.

He turned over, let out a long breath, and stared at the figure in the next bed in a daze.

Five days have passed since that day, and it has been nearly a week since they came to the Hangzhou training base. This is the first time that he cannot concentrate on swimming.Confused by those eyes with too explicit emotions constantly appearing in my head, it seems that my brain can't hold anything else... except for You Le's face, which is You Le's face, laughing non-stop, non-stop Calling his name, as if stepping into a fantasy, the hazy light has been surrounding the boy, so beautiful that he wants to be touched by his fingertips, a little bit, and he can feel the skin with all his attention. Frictional touch.

And this kind of thought not only appeared in dreams, but also erodes him in reality. The soft... moist lips are the place he wants to touch the most. Maybe it is enough to stick them gently with fingers. .Then there are the eyes, I really want to feel the softness of being brushed by the eyelashes, if it is really not possible, even if it is by my side, a shoulder is good.

Of course, perhaps thanks to this inexplicable desire, what makes him dumbfounded is that his training performance is still improving... Unfortunately, this is not something to be thankful for. Looking at the soles of the feet beating in the tiny blisters from behind, I wanted to see the boy's deflated expression after looking over in surprise.

Yuan Zheng knew that it was wrong for him to be like this. He invested too much energy on a teammate. The feeling of being attracted was obvious, and it was obvious that he was frightened.

Is it too dependent on entertainment?Or is it that I have been in a stressful environment for a long time and started to seek some kind of outlet?And that channel is teammates of the same sex?Or... play will make people ignore his gender?

no!of course not!He doesn't rely on You Le, it's just because he likes it, simply likes it, that's why he gets so close. After all, he has no reason not to like such a cheerful teammate who loves to laugh.

Of course, it will not be forced pressure. If the pressure is too much, he prefers to sleep. Many things may make him burnt out the day before, but it may become clear the next day, so playing will never be a way for him to vent his pressure channels.

Finally... You Le is very beautiful, but at a glance, he is still a boy, neither pretentious nor pretentious, angry when he should be angry, smiling when he should be, a carefree 15-year-old boy.He, Yuan Zheng, never saw You Le as a girl.

But...it was the first time since he was born that he cared so much about a person, even cared that the center of his thinking, whether in dream or in reality, was on one person.

A little too fond of it?

Yuan Zheng sighed again, his eyes squinted and annoyed fell on Wen Hao's figure, and he remembered the real situation of the past few days.

Wen Hao inserted between him and You Le at an irresistible and extremely fast speed, the original couple turned into a threesome, this fact may make him happy for You Le, but in fact he is not happy at all.

Wen Hao should go back to continue his studies, should move to the university, should get away from entertainment and his life completely!

In this way... the anger that has been present all the time these days should dissipate, right?

But... what exactly does this thought mean! ?

Is it too much?

Yuan Zheng, you are too much!

Pay attention to proportion!

Yuan Zheng clenched his fists tightly, the knuckles on the back of his hands turned white from the force, and his teeth were sore from biting. Finally, he turned over again as if venting his anger, and lay down on the bed.

His eyes... fell on the mobile phone next to the pillow.

Not long ago, Shi Yu called and said that he would come over tomorrow. At that moment, he realized that he had a girlfriend.

A guy with a girlfriend...

A certain unspeakable sense of betrayal arises spontaneously, like a sharp sword being stabbed in the chest, and the breathing is dull.

So...Yuan Zheng, please be careful.