The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

In mid-September, it was still a hot season in Luohai City, and the scorching sun seemed to be roasting people on a fire.

In the Luohai University Nanyuan Gymnasium, the final of the Luohai University Basketball League is being held. The Luo University basketball team will face off against the University of Science and Technology next door. The winning team will have the opportunity to go to the Capital Sports Center for training.

The viewing angle at the entrance of the gymnasium is better. The students from the two schools who came to cheer and cheer were all blocked at the entrance, crowding and forming a fleshy wall. On the contrary, a few step stools in the corner of the stadium were empty.

Xie Xingzhou walked through the crowd, sat down in the most inconspicuous position in the venue, and then put the drawing board on his lap.

Occasionally, he looked up at the fierce arena, and then his gaze fell back to the drawing paper after a slight pause. The tip of the pen flicked slightly, and he outlined a tall and unrestrained outline.

He doesn't seem to care about the competition, just concentrate on painting.

In the second half of the game, Luo University led the University of Science and Technology by [-] points all the way, and a person's name was shouted one after another in the crowded stadium——

"Another three! Beautiful!"

"Jiang Muye is awesome!"

"..."

Xie Xingzhou, who hadn't looked up for a while, raised his eyelids and looked towards the field. Jiang Muye, who was running, just turned around—the wet forehead jumped up during the running, and he randomly grabbed it to one side, revealing a pair of sharp and handsome eyebrows and eyes. Xie Xingzhou's eyes on the drawing paper are seven or eight times alike.

Jiang Muye's name kept coming to my ears. Apart from praising him for his good golf skills, there were many screaming for his handsomeness. Xie Xingzhou looked calm, and lowered his head to fill in the tall nose bridge of the person in the painting.

"Student, can you sit next to me?" Someone on the left touched Xie Xingzhou's arm.

The drawing board was bumped a bit, Xie Xingzhou stopped his hand in time to prevent the next stroke from being skewed, but the smooth ink mark of the last stroke has been broken, and the painting is considered ruined.

He frowned and looked aside, there was indeed an empty seat, but the person on the other side of the seat had his legs crossed, and the leg hair on his calf was greasy with sweat, and he didn't look very clean.

Xie Xingzhou looked away, unmoved.

The person on the left urged again: "Student? The three of us want to sit together. There are only two vacant seats here. Can you go over and give me a seat?"

"I can't." Xie Xingzhou turned his head, his cold and gorgeous face was astonishing, but his eyes were as cold as a layer of frost.

The man was so choked that he couldn't speak, he hesitated for a long time, but still wanted to keep communicating.

The companion grabbed him in time and whispered: "Forget it, this is Xie Xingzhou from the Academy of Fine Arts. He has a very cold temper. You can't communicate with him..."

Another person immediately echoed: "It turned out to be him, don't mention it, he looks really amazing."

"..."

The three of them gave up their seats as they spoke, and took them to the crowd at the entrance of the venue. Xie Xingzhou's ears were much cleaner, but he no longer had the mood to continue painting, he lowered his head and picked up a brush to sketch randomly on the paper.

After the first quarter of the second half, we entered a short intermission.

"Captain, continue." Zhao Lin threw a bottle of water to Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye caught it with one hand, raised his head and drank half of the bottle in one gulp, beads of hot sweat rolled down his sharp Adam's apple, causing screams from the audience.

Zhao Lin sat down next to Jiang Muye, smiled and winked at the screaming audience, his gaze fell on a thin figure in the corner - Xie Xingzhou was wearing rigid short sleeves covering his elbows, with fair skin He looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness, and the drawing board on his knee covered a pair of long legs that made people think.

"Isn't that Xie Xingzhou from the Academy of Fine Arts? He actually has time to watch the game." Zhao Lin couldn't help being surprised.

Guan Cheng who was on the side answered after hearing the words: "Who?"

"Oh, you and the captain used to be from the headquarters, so you probably don't know each other." Zhao Lin began to gossip enthusiastically, "It's the one in the farthest corner of the auditorium, the one with the prettiest looks and the fairest. His name is Xie Xingzhou, and he's from our branch campus. Legendary figure, it is said that he was born in a family of calligraphy and painting. He held a super-large-scale solo exhibition just after entering the school. He is a particularly good student in the Academy of Fine Arts. It is just that his temper is too cold, and he feels that the surrounding air will freeze to death when he is close to him. If you don’t believe me, there are so many empty seats around him, and no one dares to strike up a conversation.”

"Oh." Guan Cheng nodded his head half-understanding, and his eyes couldn't help following the auditorium.

I saw the legendary figure in Zhao Lin's mouth sitting quietly in the corner. From this angle, he could clearly see the drooping eyebrows and eyes covered by the broken hair on his forehead. This appearance made Guan Cheng feel inexplicably familiar.

He narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly grabbed Jiang Muye's arm on his right, and blurted out: "Brother Mu, that person looks like Su..."

Jiang Muye was dragged to bend over, the water bottle in his hand swung a little water, fell to the ground and was quickly evaporated.

He twisted up the water bottle, frowned and turned to look at Guan Cheng, "What's wrong?"

Guan Cheng swallowed sharply, feeling that it was a bit inappropriate to mention that taboo name with Jiang Muye at the juncture of the competition.So he withdrew his gaze and shook his head: "Nothing, nothing..."

"Tsk, don't be surprised." Jiang Muye clicked his tongue lightly, raised his head and patted Guan Cheng's head hard.

Guan Cheng shrank his neck resentfully, and smiled.

Jiang Muye and Guan Cheng were both students of Luo University School of Management from high school to university, and they moved from the headquarters to the branch campus in their sophomore year.

And Zhao Lin is from the medical school, and has always been in the branch campus. He met Jiang Muye and Guan Cheng only after entering basketball.

He didn't hear what Guan Cheng said clearly, and mistakenly thought that Guan Cheng was conveying gossip to Jiang Muye, so he smiled and said, "Captain, have you seen that? That Xie Xingzhou has watched the game for so long, and he hasn't said a word, if he doesn't know People, thought he was dumb."

The familiar name fell into his ears, and Jiang Muye looked at Xie Xingzhou's slightly sensual lips in the distance with great interest, only to see Xie Xingzhou subconsciously bit his lower lip, and quickly let go of it like a thief.

dumb?

Jiang Muye raised his eyebrows and snorted lightly.

He felt that Xie Xingzhou's mouth was very soft, and water would come out after a bite.

"Still talking? It's time to play." Jiang Muye looked away, threw the water bottle in his hand into Zhao Lin's arms, and interrupted him.

Zhao Lin hurriedly kept silent, got up to exercise his muscles and bones, and dragged Guan Cheng into the game.

At the end of the second half, Luo University lived up to expectations and won the University of Science and Technology with a score of 68:50, and obtained the qualification to represent Luohai City to the Capital Sports Center for training.

Immediately there were cheers one after another on the court, and the crowd was excited for a long time before gradually dissipating.

After the University of Science and Technology team left, the University of Los Angeles team members laughed and played and walked towards the school team lounge specially set up in the gymnasium.

Jiang Muye walked to the locker room after taking a shower, and was stopped by the team coach Kong Rui.

Kong Rui patted his arm and said appreciatively: "You played well today! After the formalities are completed, you can go to the Capital Sports Center in about a week, but the team is still short of logistics. You need to do odd jobs and deliver water to the team members. As the captain, you will arrange a job fair at the school these few days to find a suitable one.”

"Understood, coach." Jiang Muye lowered his head and wiped his wet hair, and responded, "The team has dinner tonight, and the coach is also going to play?"

"I won't join in the fun at your young people's gathering." The coach waved his hand, "Just pay attention to the logistics."

"it is good."

After the coach told them to leave the lounge, other team members also went back to the dormitory to clean up. Before Guan Cheng and Zhao Lin left, they saw that Jiang Muye was still naked with his thin upper body and no clothes on.

"Brother Mu still not leaving?"

Jiang Muye didn't know what to think, and smiled: "I still have something to do, you guys go first."

"Okay, let's go first."

"Ah."

After the basketball game, the stadium, which had been overcrowded just now, suddenly became empty, and a few bottles of mineral water stood there alone beside the basketball hoop.

Auntie Cleaning picked up the bottle with a woven bag, raised her head and asked Xie Xingzhou who had not left in the auditorium: "Student, why don't you leave?"

"En." Xie Xingzhou responded casually.

There were loud voices at the entrance of the aisle leading to the locker room, and the team members who had finished changing clothes gathered together and walked out from the side door of the gymnasium.

One, two, three... Jiang Muye was not in the crowd.

Xie Xingzhou stood up with the drawing board on his back. He walked across half of the basketball court, stopped at the end of the long corridor of the gymnasium, and pushed open the half-hidden door of the locker room.

Jiang Muye stood in front of the locker with his back to the door, his upper body with broad shoulders and narrow waist was bare, a snow-white towel was draped around his neck, and his freshly washed hair was half-dried.

He seemed to know who was coming in and didn't turn around.

Xie Xingzhou closed the door, stood the drawing board beside the couch, and lingered unabashedly on Jiang Muye's beautiful waistline.

Jiang Muye tore off the towel around his neck, and put it on with a loose short sleeve.Then he felt a mass of warmth on his back, and Xie Xingzhou stretched out his hands from behind to wrap around his waist.

Jiang Muye paused, and looked down at the hands that hugged him - white and slender, with clear bones, round and full fingertips, without a barb, a pair of noble hands that only hold a paintbrush.

But the owner of these hands hugged him very attached, as if he was afraid that he would disappear.

This made Jiang Muye feel great satisfaction, he grabbed Xie Xingzhou's wrist, smiled and asked the people behind him, "Why are you here today?"

Xie Xingzhou likes to be quiet, he seldom set foot in a noisy place like the basketball court, and it's no wonder Jiang Muye was surprised.

He was half a head taller than Xie Xingzhou, Xie Xingzhou hugged him like this, with his head resting on his shoulder blades.

"Because I miss you."

The soft flesh on Xie Xingzhou's face followed him as he opened and closed his mouth, rubbing against Jiang Muye's shoulder blades, and felt itchy.

Xie Xingzhou's voice was also soft, completely different from Zhao Lin's aloofness.Hearing the coquettish tone, Jiang Muye's heart also weakened. He grabbed Xie Xingzhou's arm, turned over, brought him into his arms from behind, and pressed him against the locker beside him.

He stared at Xie Xingzhou condescendingly in this posture, and asked with a chuckle, "How much do you think?"

Xie Xingzhou has a pair of long and narrow eyes, and when he looks at people with no expression on his face, he will exude a chill down to the bone.

But when he let go of his strength and leaned against the locker like this, he seemed to raise his eyelids unintentionally and looked up at Jiang Muye, but his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water vapor, which made people itch.

Jiang Muye was slightly stunned, because looking down on Xie Xingzhou from this angle, he really looked like Su Ruan——

Like the water in Su Ruan's eyes when he was at the same table in high school and just woke up from a nap.

"I really want to."

Jiang Muye was still in a trance, but Xie Xingzhou put his arms around his neck, tiptoed and kissed his dry lips, pulling him out of his memories.

Xie Xingzhou's lips are sensual and soft, even for a shallow kiss, he would unconsciously stick out the tip of his tongue, tracing Jiang Muye's lips like a painting.

Jiang Muye was enraged by the kiss, cursed in a low voice, held the back of Xie Xingzhou's head, lowered his hair and kissed him hard.