What do you want to do

"Don't talk nonsense, I can grow another one." Zeno puffed his cheeks, it was difficult for him to speak clearly.

"Don't choke." Feng Mo stared at him with slanted eyes, thinking that he is really a child, and his hair will explode if he is poked.

Why didn't he think about it, he was so angry only ten minutes ago.

Zeno gave him a sideways look, stuffed another small bun into his mouth, sipped the porridge, and rubbed his stomach, he really couldn't eat anymore.

"...Okay, stop eating." Feng Mo stretched out his hand to take the porridge bowl in front of him aside, and sighed, "It's not enough to eat a meal to grow up, you need to exercise more and sunbathe more."

Zeno ignored him, took out a tissue from his bag, and wiped his mouth.

He'll grow even if he doesn't exercise.

"I'm done eating, let's go to the classroom for class." Looking up at Feng Mo, he was almost late, and if he lingered for a while, he might not even be able to occupy a seat.

Every day in class, Zeno has to be in the first row, just like a good student.

Feng Mo didn't keep him, but stood up with him and said, "I'll go down with you, there's something for you in the car."

Zeno tilted his head to look at him in puzzlement, and asked in confusion, "What do you give me again? You always give me things to make others misunderstand."

Feng Moxin said that others have misunderstood.

"I found a few more foreign language books for you. Aren't you going to take the CET-[-] exam?"

Zeno nodded and felt that foreign language books were what he needed, and he usually read them before going to bed, but now if Feng Mo went down with him, it would attract attention, and he didn't like it.

"Don't go down with me, I'll get it myself." He stretched out his hand, palm up, the meaning was obvious, he brought the car keys, and he went to get the book in the car by himself.

Feng Mo took out the key from his trouser pocket and put it on the palm of his hand, raised his eyebrows, "Let's have lunch at noon, and return the key to me by the way."

"Okay, but I'll treat you to lunch." He didn't want people to think that he was taking advantage of Feng Mo. Although he had already taken advantage of it, he couldn't feel safe if he always had to pay for things like meals.

Feng Mo shrugged his shoulders to express his indifference, then sat down and waved to him, "Go, go, send me a message to tell me which classroom I am in when the get out of class is about to end, and I will pick you up."

Zeno froze for a moment, looked at the key in his hand suspiciously, feeling cheated.

As if seeing what he meant, Feng Mo took a sip of porridge and winked at him, "I have two keys, and the other one is in the dormitory drawer, as a spare."

...Zino turned around and left, so he wouldn't say that Feng Mo was cunning.

Seeing him pouting and leaving, Feng Mo shook his head with a smile and continued to eat.

He Junming and Liu Li looked at each other, took his plate to the seat opposite Feng Mo, and sat down, Liu Li unceremoniously held up his chopsticks to stuff a siu mai into his mouth, chewed it, and muttered: "Captain, the junior is pretty good."

Feng Mo rolled his eyelids to look at him, and snorted, "You can't stop your mouth if you eat, I will tell the coach about your home game in the friendly match next month."

"..." Liu Li swallowed what was in his mouth, and nodded stiffly.

He shouldn't have sat here to eat just now, he really wanted to kill himself.If he loses the friendly match, he will probably be ridiculed by the whole school.

When He Junming saw that Liu Li was deflated by Feng Mo, he forcibly held back the words he wanted to say.

He suddenly remembered that the sports department would be responsible for next month's basketball team qualifiers, plus friendly matches, if he dared to say something messy now, the consequences would not be much better than Liu Li's.

Feng Mo glanced at He Junming out of the corner of his eye, and immediately made him sit up straight, without even putting down the chopsticks in his hand.

"Cough, I'm full. Marshal Feng, eat slowly. I'm leaving first. There's still work in the department." He turned his head and gave Liu Li a dry smile, then quickly got up and left.

Liu Li opened his mouth, he could only watch him run away, and he was still suffering.

Zeno took two books out of the car, checked the time on his phone, and trotted all the way with the books in his arms. When he entered, the class bell rang.

In a group of students, I found the boss who was waving to me. It's okay, the third row.He hurried over and panted after sitting down, "Thank you."

The boss smiled and shook his head, glanced at the book in his hand, and asked puzzledly: "Whose? The team was banned?"

"Yeah." Put the book in the bag, and didn't rush to put it away when I ran over just now.

The boss glanced at him and saw that he had already begun to listen to the professor above with a pen, and said nothing more.

Anyway, in the past two days, Feng Mo and Qi Nuo have become accustomed to the kind of vague ambiguity, so... let's take it easy.

The boss in a big class was dizzy and nauseous, there were too many people, the windows were still closed, and the smell could be imagined.

The second child and the third child have long been asleep on the table, and the other is holding a mobile phone and doesn't know what they are doing. It may be texting with others, or it may be playing games.

Except for those top students, only Zeno listened with gusto, nodding his head slightly in response to the professor's questions from time to time, and using a pen to make a point in the book. Anyway, looking around, in a classroom of more than 50 people, there Those who are still standing, and the rest, basically all died in battle.

"Basic Principles of Marxism", this kind of class is really not something ordinary people can understand.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, a group of people sat up straight in an instant, looking expectantly at the old professor on the podium, with extremely sincere eyes.

"Boss, which classroom is it for now?" Zeno packed his books, turned his head to look at the boss with an uneasy expression.

"Let's not change classrooms, let's go out for some air." The second child stood up and stretched his waist, and patted the shoulder of the boss who was lying on the table, "Go, go for a stroll, I think you're about to pass out."

The boss was dragged up by him like a dead dog, and then looked at the third son who was still asleep, and said to Zino: "Aren't you going out for a while? If you don't go out, just sit here with the third son. Next class It's in a foreign language, you wake him up later, the boss and I will go out for a while."

"Okay." Zeno nodded, took out the book and flipped through it, then took out his phone and sent a text message to Feng Mo.

Feng Mo, who was practicing in the gymnasium, was wearing shorts and a vest. The weather in November was cool, and he was sweating profusely from running and jumping.

He threw the mobile phone on the rest chair. He Junming heard the voice and leaned over to look at it, raising his eyebrows.

On the field, Feng Mo bent over, slapped the basketball on the ground, and made thumping noises one after another. Suddenly, he dribbled the ball and turned around to hide left, turn right, take off, turn around and shoot. After the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air, Hit the backboard and fell into the basket.

In just a few seconds, the three-pointer was completed.

"Captain, you can't do this. Didn't you agree to train us? You played three-pointers yourself. It's too dirty." Liu Li moaned dissatisfiedly as he wiped his sweat.

"I heard the phone ringing." Feng Mo gestured to them, signaling them to continue, and he left.

"A text message from my elementary school brother." He Junming quickly picked up the phone and handed it to him, and then handed him a bottle of water, looking like a dog leg.

Feng Mo hummed, looked down, and didn't reply to the text message. Under the tangled eyes of He Junming who wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, he took a towel to wipe off his sweat, and watched him raise his eyebrows, "I want to know what Zeno said ?”

He Junming nodded reflexively, then shook his head quickly, saying something against his will, "I don't want to."

"It's okay to tell you, but you have to do something for me." Feng Mo turned his head to look at the court, raised his eyebrows and stared at him, and shouted: "Will you be able to play? Next time, let me see you all dumbfounded." If you stand there and shoot the ball, each of you will take [-] shots and run five kilometers with the ball, you will not be exhausted."

The team members who were holding the ball and thinking about how to pass the ball heard his roar, and were so frightened that the basketball dropped from their hands and rolled to Feng Mo's feet with a grunt.

Feng Mo's face darkened even more.

"...Wow! Captain, I'll run laps right away, really, I'll go right away." The team member looked at Feng Mo with limp legs, and then ran laps around the court.

Feng Mo snorted coldly, and looked at the dumbfounded crowd, "What are you looking at, continue training, this time for rebounding practice, I'll tell you that each player scored less than 6 points in the friendly match, wait for me to kick you to death."

The pressure on the team members doubled instantly.

Huh, the captain just sits on the bench and watches them when he doesn't play. That is a more terrifying existence than the coach. It really makes them unable to let go. What will happen to the game then?

"If you win, you will get a reward. The first score is two thousand, the second one is one thousand, the third is five hundred, and the rest is two hundred. I will pay the money. How about it? Are you confident?!"

"Yes! For money, we will do our best!" Liu Li took the lead and shouted at the top of his voice.

Feng Mo waved his hand, implying that they should practice quickly.

He Junming used a pen and paper to calculate the amount that would need to be spent if the basketball team won this friendly match, and his toothache ached.

"Marshal Feng, are you really paying for it yourself?"

"You think I'm stupid." Feng Mo turned his head, looked at him with contempt, and raised his eyebrows in disdain, "These days you and Longlong are sponsoring together, telling them that friendly matches can be advertised, and there will be a TV station record Let’s make a video, and it will be aired on the city’s sports channel’s prime time and midnight time for seven consecutive days.”

Seeing He Junming's bitter face, he clicked his tongue, raised his hand and slapped him on the shoulder, bared his teeth, "Don't worry, those merchants like this kind of thing that costs little but can be promoted and advertised." , It’s just ten thousand eight thousand, oh yes, don’t forget to tell them that the advertising banners are made by ourselves, we don’t care about this.”

He Junming nodded foolishly, his eyes full of admiration.

Marshal Feng is Marshal Feng, awesome.

In fact, he didn't think about it at all, because he won the championship in the provincial competition last year, and the basketball team is already famous. During training, he would see a few tabloid reporters coming to take pictures and ask about the situation from time to time, let alone playing games, there are many merchants They are all counting on the promotion of the friendly match of the Jiaotong University basketball team.

"Marshal Feng, can you tell me what the primary school boy is posting?" He Junming looked up at Feng Mo who was drinking water expectantly. He had agreed to go together to solicit sponsorship, and it was time to satisfy his curiosity. .

Feng Mo put down the water bottle, looked down at him, and smiled.

"I won't tell you, I won't tell you."