I fall in love by brushing questions [unlimited]

Notice!The marathon has officially started!Volunteers, please go back to your place and get ready to meet the upcoming mobilizers!Get ready for the upcoming athletes! "

Tan Guangxi and Fu Heyan were in charge of the drinking water supply station. He returned to the supply station and filled the table with bottled drinking water so that the athletes could take it easily when they passed by.

And when he finished his work, he looked up and saw Fu Heyan limping towards him.

Tan Guangxi was still a little worried about his ankle, and asked, "How are your feet?"

Fu Heyan shook his head: "It's okay."

Tan Guangxi relaxed a little and nodded.

Although the marathon has already started, the volunteers are not too worried that the athletes will arrive here soon because the supply point where Tan Guangxi and the others are located is near the middle of the track, chatting and laughing sky.

At this time, the sun had risen, and Tan Guangxi felt a little thirsty, so he picked up a bottle of mineral water and unscrewed the cap.

He had just taken a few sips when he suddenly heard a noise from the volunteers beside him, mixed with the screams of a few girls. He subconsciously put down the mineral water bottle in his hand and looked towards the track: Seeing the center of the wide track in the distance, Fu Bochong was the first to run towards this side.

He was wearing a unified competition uniform, the style and color of which were the same as those of other players, but for some reason, the ordinary competition uniform looked dazzlingly good on him.

Several girls beside Tan Guangxi have already screamed: "Fu Bochong! It's Fu Bochong!"

"Oh my god! It's really Fu Bochong!"

"So handsome! Really handsome!"

As they spoke, they raised their mobile phones and rushed to take pictures of Fu Bochong.

Tan Guangxi held up the mineral water and looked at Fu Bochong who was running towards this side from a distance. He got behind him, and even at this speed, his state was still so relaxed, so unhurried.

"My God, he's running so fast!"

"And it ran so easily!"

"My husband has great physical strength!"

Tan Guangxi had just lifted the mineral water bottle to his mouth and took another sip of water when he was suddenly choked and coughed.

Seeing him coughing again and again, Fu Heyan on the side quickly asked, "Brother Guangxi, what's wrong with you?"

Tan Guangxi rubbed the corner of his mouth, shook his head: "It's okay." He paused, and said casually, "Your little uncle is very good at running."

"Of course," Fu Heyan said, "my little uncle has been the school's long-distance running champion since he was a child."

As he spoke, the expression on his face suddenly collapsed: "But you may not know how stressful it is to have such a little uncle who is a 'child from someone else's family' at home."

No matter how hard you exercise, no one will ever run fast; no matter how hard you study, your grades will never be as good as other people's random learning and exams.

Not to mention how depressing this feeling is - fortunately, he has always been optimistic, otherwise he would have been depressed long ago after living in the shadow of his little uncle for so many years.

While speaking, Fu Bochong had already ran towards this side, successfully attracting screams from a group of girls.

Tan Guangxi was originally standing in front of the supply stand, but now he moved to the side, exposing the top of the supply stand, thinking that he would not delay Fu Bochong's fetching water.

Just when he moved aside, Fu Bochong happened to pass by his side, took the mineral water bottle in his hand very naturally, lifted the bottle and gulped down a few gulps.

Tan Guangxi froze in place, his whole body froze slightly.

And when he reacted and looked in Fu Bochong's direction, Fu Bochong had already left.

Fu Heyan didn't pay attention to the situation here, and seeing the strange expression on his face, he asked, "Brother Guangxi, what's wrong with you?"

"No," Tan Guangxi paused, "it's nothing."

After a while, other contestants gradually caught up. Although Fu Heyan was lame, he still completed the volunteer work very seriously and carefully.

The whole marathon lasted several hours, and Fu Boxong won the first place without any suspense.

Fu Heyan originally wanted to celebrate Fu Bochong, but Fu Bochong was called to the company after participating in the competition, so he had no choice but to give up.

Seeing that Fu Bochong didn't have time, Tan Guangxi also wanted to go home directly, but Fu Heyan wanted to drag him to eat hot pot, Tan Guangxi couldn't persuade him, so he had to agree.

Tan Guangxi took Fu Heyan to a hot pot restaurant that he used to go to with Lu Fangzhou and the others. The hot pot restaurant had just been renovated some time ago, and the front door was much newer than before, but the store was still full of customers as before. The door, two people lined up the number, and waited for a while before they got their seats.

Fu Heyan originally wanted to order a mandarin duck pot, but Tan Guangxi was afraid that he would affect the recovery of the wound, so he refused to agree to anything. He struggled for a long time, and finally Tan Guangxi refused to agree, so he had to give up.

Tan Guangxi took the menu familiarly, and ordered the most famous golden soup millet nourishing pot bottom.

Fu Heyan on the opposite side frowned: "Are you eating hot pot or porridge?"

"You don't understand, this is the signature pot bottom of this restaurant." Tan Guangxi didn't look up, and continued to draw on the menu with a pen in his hand: "Do you want to eat Baiye and Huanghou?"

"Hey," Fu Heyan said with a disgusted expression on his face, "I don't eat offal."

"Duck blood?"

Fu Heyan showed a look of disgust on his face again: "I don't eat those things either."

"Hand cut lamb? Hand cut beef?"

Fu Heyan shook his head again: "I don't like beef and mutton either."

"You're really picky," Tan Guangxi asked, "Then what do you eat?"

"I'll eat everything except these," Fu Heyan said, "Vegetables and seafood are fine."

Tan Guangxi seemed to think of something suddenly, frowned and said: "You don't eat beef and mutton? How do I remember that you don't drink milk for breakfast every day?"

"I like to drink milk, but I don't like to eat beef and mutton."

Tan Guangxi: "..."

After spending a long time, he finally ordered the dishes, and then raised his hand to the waiter beside him.

The restaurant's serving speed is very fast, and the bottom of the hot pot is served in less than 5 minutes, and then the dishes are served one after another.

After the waiter heated up the bottom of the pot, he first filled two bowls of soup and brought them in front of them.

Fu Heyan picked up a spoon and scooped it up, and found that there was really a lot of millet in the bottom of the milky yellow pot. He took a spoonful and took a sip, and it was quite delicious.

After Tan Guangxi waited for the bottom of the pot to boil, he began to rinse the vegetables in a familiar way. While rinsing, he put the cooked vegetables to Fu Heyan.

At the beginning, Fu Heyan had some complaints about the bottom of the pot. After all, in his opinion, non-spicy hot pot has no soul, but after a few mouthfuls, he thought it was okay.So although I disliked it, I still ate it slowly.

Tan Guangxi couldn't help laughing when he saw him nibbling on the fish balls: "You're so picky about your food, won't you be hungry during military training?"

Fu Heyan looked up at Tan Guangxi, and said proudly: "I have never participated in military training."

"Never participated?" Tan Guangxi was a little surprised. Although Mr. Fu doted on Fu Heyan, he was not an unprincipled person, especially Fu Baishao was strict with him. How could he be allowed not to participate in the military training?

Fu Heyan picked up a chopstick of green vegetables: "I get sick every time I have military training, sometimes I have a fever, sometimes I have gastroenteritis, I haven't trained much anyway."

Tan Guangxi: "..."

Thinking of Fu and Yan Baimi's sprint during the day, he asked, "Didn't you pretend to be sick on purpose?"

Fu Heyan raised his eyebrows: "I'm not as strong as my little uncle, why can't I be sick?"

When Tan Guangxi heard him mention Fu Bochong, his expression paused slightly.

But Fu Heyan didn't notice his expression, and while lowering his head to cook the dishes, he said to himself: "I don't think there is anyone like little uncle anymore, I don't think I've ever seen him get sick, and I've never seen him sick. He has been weak for some reason, no matter what time, he is always so impeccable, so watertight."

"I haven't seen what he likes, what food he likes to eat, or what he is particularly interested in, or cares about." He bit his chopsticks and murmured, "But what's the point of doing this every day? I suspect that if he didn't starve to death if he didn't eat, he might just take two nutritional pills."

Tan Guangxi looked at the boiling bottom of the pot, but said nothing.

"Oh, let's not talk about this," Fu Heyan said: "Let's talk about happy things."

After 10 minutes, Tan Guangxi suddenly felt that he might as well be like his 'boring' little uncle - this very interesting Young Master Fu, who wanted to come up with something, suddenly went to the playground again .

"Brother Guangxi, why don't we go to the playground? I heard that a very interesting playground opened recently, shall we go together?"

"No," Tan Guangxi scooped up a shrimp ball, and glanced at him at this moment: "How do you go to the playground like this?"

"I'm just sprained, and it doesn't affect my playing."

"That's not OK."

"It really doesn't matter, just go with me, go with me."

"If you say you can't do it, you can't do it. It's useless for you to make trouble."

Afterwards, Fu Heyan tormented him endlessly, as if he would keep pestering him without nodding his head.Tan Guangxi was so worn out that he couldn't bear it, and finally put down the chopsticks in his hand: "It's fine to accompany you to the playground." He looked at Fu Heyan and said, "But where to play?"