What do you want to do

College life entered December, and Zi Nuo still lived a three-point-one-line life every day, but occasionally went to the gymnasium to see how Feng Mo played basketball.

Even so, he still doesn't understand why most boys like to play basketball. He feels dizzy when he sees several people circling around a ball.

"Si Er, are you going to the gymnasium today?" After class, the boss asked Zeno.

Zeno frowned, wanting to say that he would not go.

But I made an appointment with Feng Mo yesterday, and today I will go to watch the basketball team's selection match.

"Go ahead, cheer us up too." The second child leaned over and draped his shoulders, squeezing his eyes.

When the three people in the dormitory knew that he was in love with Feng Mo and didn't make any rejection, Qino secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He regards them as friends, so he doesn't want to lose them.

The third child also came over, looked at him with a playful smile and said, "Yes, and you won't be so mean when you go to block the team, I'm afraid that he will yell in the middle of the ball, and then point his nose and scold us for our poor skills. "

Zeno looked up at the sky, not bothering to talk to him.

Although he didn't want to hide anything after the relationship with Feng Mo was established, he didn't want to catch anyone and tell anyone, it would look like he was showing off, he wasn't that kind of character.

Although the relationship has been established, in normal times, Qi Nuo strictly ordered Wu Shen to tell Feng Mo not to be too presumptuous.

That man seemed to wish that the whole academy would know how he was like him, and he would lean over to kiss the corner of his mouth and touch his cheek from time to time, regardless of how many people were around.It made him a little passive, and... To be honest, he was very embarrassed.

He was still not used to that kind of intimacy, although he was very happy with Feng Mo's intimacy, but...he didn't like being pointed at by a group of people as if they were aliens.

Sighing, he nodded and agreed to the kind invitation of the three of them. Before going to the gymnasium, he stopped by the cafeteria and packed a few snacks for snacks.

As a result, when he arrived at the gymnasium, he found that the auditorium was almost full, and as far as he could see, it was full of flower girls, one by one.

Standing there stupidly holding the plastic bag, Zeno didn't know where he was going to sit.

The third row where I usually sit has already been occupied, and it seems to be a few girls in my class...

He sighed, glanced at the seat behind him, then walked over and sat in the last row.

As soon as he sat down, the phone rang, and he didn't need to look to know that it was Feng Mo's call. He stretched his neck and looked down, and saw Feng Mo was stretching out his hand to direct the cheerleaders to dance, looking very happy.

"Are you coming or not?" Feng Mo asked anxiously into the phone, he looked around but didn't see where the Zeno people were, don't you come again, brat.

"Here we come." Zeno sat lazily on the chair with his back half arched.He took out the croquettes and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing and chewing.

"Where's the person?" Feng Mo scratched his head, looking around anxiously, but he couldn't see Zeno.

It's normal to not be able to see, Zeno hid, and there were a few boys and girls sitting in front of him, his shoulders shrunk and he was tightly blocked.

"The last row..." He whispered, but it made Feng Mo irritable.

"The last row? What are you doing in the last row, come down quickly, hurry up!" Feng Mo's voice startled the team members who were doing activities nearby, and turned to look at him suspiciously.

Zeno pouted and stood up.

As soon as he stood up, Feng Mo saw it, raised his hand and waved twice to signal him to go to the front.

Reluctantly, Zeno moved to the front row, still holding the bag in his hand, and there was a faint smell of frying.

"..." Feng Mo stared at the bag in his hand with twitching corners of his mouth, and asked inexplicably, "Come here without eating?"

"I bought it for you." Zeno wanted to say that he ate it, but he didn't feel full and bought some snacks.

But looking at Feng Mo's expression, he knew that he didn't like eating these fried foods by himself.

There were two large characters clearly printed on that expression - dislike.

How could Feng Mo believe his words, he didn't like the deep-fried food made in the cafeteria very much, and it's not like Qino didn't know that.

He reached for the bag and opened it, wrinkling his nose, "You bought it for me?"

"En!" Nodding very positively, Zeno blinked, his watery black eyes full of sincerity.

"That's mine, I can deal with it in whatever way I want?" Feng Mo asked with a gloomy face and a fake smile.

Zeno swallowed his saliva, glanced at his eye bags with great reluctance, and then...

"Then...then if you don't like it, just throw it away." That expression, that tone, seemed aggrieved.

Feng Mo had nothing to do with his expression, he sighed lightly and put the bag on the table, then raised his eyebrows, "Eat less."

"Yeah!" Smiling flatteringly and narrowing his eyes, Zeno sat in the first row, looked at the row of mineral water on the table, and tilted his head to look at Feng Mo who was sitting next to him, and asked suspiciously: " Do you drink all this water?"

"...I'm not a bucket, those are for the team members, drink it when you're thirsty." Feng Mo raised his hand to rub his hair, and smiled.

Zeno nodded, took out a bunch of fried fish balls to have a look, stuffed them into his mouth, puffed his cheeks and peeked at Feng Mo's expression, seeing that he was only looking at the venue and not at himself, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Would you like to eat it?" Qino asked in a low voice while shaking the fish ball near Feng Mo's mouth.

At this moment, there were other people sitting beside him, and he could tell from his clothes that they belonged to the basketball team like Feng Mo and the others, but he didn't know this person, and he had never seen him before.

Feng Mo glanced down at the golden fried fish balls, and opened his mouth to bite.

"Huh? Sweet?" The disgusted expression seemed like he had swallowed some poison.

"Yeah, the seasoning is tomato juice." Zeno blinked, looked at him with a smile, and raised his hand to signal him to eat another one.

I just like to see Feng Mo's embarrassing appearance, which makes you despise me.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Mo opened his mouth, bit another one, and gave him a hard look.

If it weren't for so many people now, he really wanted to lean over and give him a bite.

"Hey, let me say...Captain, can you...don't be like this..." Liu Li leaned over and stood in front of the table, leaning over the table and rolling his eyes helplessly.

For a while, he could see that Marshal Feng must have established a certain relationship with the elementary school boy, and it didn't matter whether others knew about it or not.

Or other people may think that it's just a good relationship, and it's okay for two men to put their shoulders together for a meal, but the members of the basketball team know that Marshal Feng is serious.

"Which one?" Feng Mo looked at him with his eyelids lifted, then glared, "Fuck off, hurry up and get ready to let their new players enter the game."

"Captain, have you seen the group of elementary school girls holding signs behind? It's all your name." Another team member came over and pointed behind Feng Mo with a playful smile for him to see, and even secretly glanced at Zheng Mo who was eating. Zeno, seeing that he looks like a normal eater, although he is refined, but...

This place is the competition venue, can I eat whatever I want?

Feng Mo turned his head and looked back, just in time to see someone waving his sign over there, shouting slogans, calling Feng Mo Feng Mo that you are the most handsome, handsome and invincible in three-point shooting, and so on.

Zeno groaned, frowned, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and bit the tip of his tongue.

Feng Mo turned to look at him, frowned, and was about to come over and pinch Qino's chin to see how he was doing.

However, Zeno tilted his head to avoid it and gave him a wink.

There are so many people, don't get too close, the influence is not good.

Feng Mo glared at him, took the water and handed it to him.

At this moment, He Junming was standing in the center of the arena with a microphone in his hand. He coughed and raised the microphone to his mouth. "Everyone, our basketball team is about to start the tryouts. Please keep quiet and don't make any noise."

The noise in his ears quieted down in an instant. It seemed that He Junming, the head of the sports department, still had some prestige.

Zeno turned his head to look at Feng Mo's side face, frowned and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you the captain, why don't you go."

Feng Mo shrugged, tilted his head to look at the position behind him, reached out and took the fruit bag carried by the person behind him, lowered his head, rummaged through it, found an orange in it, and handed it to Zeno.

"... Whose, you just rob it." Zi Nuo twitched the corners of his mouth, looked slightly sideways at the male student who had just been robbed, and smiled awkwardly.

"Just eat, don't worry about that much." Feng Mo returned the plastic bag to him, turned to look at Qino, nunuzui signaled him to eat quickly.

Zeno looked down at the orange in his hand, blinked and opened it, and put one piece in his mouth, his sour eyes narrowed.

"Hmm! I'll eat it for you." Stuffing the remaining oranges into Feng Mo's hands, his sour face changed.

Feng Mo stuffed the whole orange into his mouth, his teeth ached.

But seeing Zeno's way of reading a joke, he bit the bullet and swallowed it.

"Brat." Feng Mo gritted his teeth as he raised his hand to pinch his face.

Zeno shook his neck and snorted.

"It's alright, alright, captain, don't be sour, the game will start soon, you don't want to go up and say a few words." Liu Li grinned, and raised his hand to shake in front of Feng Mo's eyes.

Feng Mo raised his hand and snapped it open, coaxing him like chasing away flies.

"Go away and tell them to start quickly." I didn't see that Nuonuo was already gasping and sleepy.

Zeno stuck his face with one hand in boredom, looked at the boss who was dribbling, and then turned his eyes to look at the second son who was standing aside to defend, frowning in confusion.

"Can't pass the ball to the second child?"

"...they are not on the same team." Feng Mo twitched the corner of his mouth and sighed.

"Is it boring?"

"...Mmm..." Zeno curled his lips. He didn't find it so boring when he watched Feng Mo play in the gymnasium before, but watching the game now makes him very sleepy.

"Then let's go, go to the snack shop in front of the school for supper." Feng Mo raised his eyebrows at him and stood up.

As soon as he stood up, the hairs of several people on the field stood up instantly.

Although they were playing, they kept watching Feng Mo's every move from the corner of their eyes, afraid that he would suddenly stand up and point at them and yell.

result……

what did they see!

Their captain blatantly dragged the elementary school boy away!

Broken the hearts of men all over the place.

Whispering.

"What's wrong with Marshal Feng? With so many people watching, he ran away with the elementary school boy?" Liu Li grinned and tilted his head to look at He Junming.

"How can you be a moth, let's go to the world of two people." He Junming sighed, his tone was very helpless.

They have nothing to do with sealing the ink.

Marshal Feng is so capable of torturing people!