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The injury on Qiao Shuo's leg was actually not that serious, he was just angry that Lao Luo didn't speak for him to others.But he groaned and said that his legs hurt and he couldn't run, and Lao Luo didn't know what to do, so he asked him to be a trainee next to him.

The school sports meeting is coming soon, and it is a large-scale sports meeting that all campuses will participate in.Even if Lao Luo didn't urge Qiao Shuo to train, Qiao Shuo knew that he couldn't rest anymore. To ensure that he was in the best condition during the game, he couldn't relax before the game.

It is not a World Series to win glory for the country, but it is also a glory for the campus.

Lao Luo always said: Our school's track and field team has always been very strong, so don't go to the school sports to embarrass our school.

Leaving this aside, running a countdown on the field will not save my face.

After two days of rest, Qiao Shuo resumed training. The black trouser legs covered the scabbed wounds, and it still felt a little painful to fiddle with them occasionally.

The track and field team has a fascia gun. It is very comfortable to relax the muscles after training. The players rush to use it after training.Qiao Shuo was too lazy to fight with them, and regretted that he didn't bring the fascia gun at home.He thought, anyway, he could use it in the future, so he simply bought a new one from Taobao.

The courier arrived this afternoon. As soon as Qiao Shuo finished his training, he couldn't wait to go to the school gate to pick up the courier without even eating dinner.

Li Meng hummed a song and went back to the dormitory. As soon as he opened the door, a gun was pushed on his forehead. He was so frightened that he dared not move his hands.

Qiao Shuo was holding a fascia gun in his hand, and seeing Li Meng's panic-stricken state, he almost burst into tears from laughter.

He just wanted to tease Li Meng on a whim, but he didn't expect to scare Li Meng like this.He withdrew his hand, checked the fascia gun back and forth, and then read the manual.

Li Meng entered the dormitory after confirming that the gun did not threaten his life.

"Old Qiao, your hair dryer is a bit unique." Li Meng stood beside Qiao Shuo timidly and looked at it.

"This is not a hair dryer, this is a fascia gun." Qiao Shuo smiled and put a round object on the muzzle of the gun.

After pressing the switch, the fascia gun started to vibrate. Qiao Shuo pressed it against the muscles in his legs, and the tension from training instantly eased a lot.

"What's this for?" Li Meng looked curiously at Qiao Shuo's expression of enjoyment.

"Relaxing the muscles." Qiao Shuo waved at Li Meng, "Come here, I'll use it for you."

Li Meng doesn't usually exercise, so he doesn't know much about fascia guns. Looking at the vibrating fascia guns, he still feels a little scared for no reason.

When Qiao Shuo held up the fascia gun and was about to press it for Li Meng, Li Meng dodged in fright.

Qiao Shuo rolled his eyes speechlessly, and forcibly grabbed Li Meng and pressed the muscles on his arm. Li Meng, who was still howling, did not escape the law of true fragrance.

Not long after Wen Liang came back, he was slightly surprised when he saw Qiao Shuo holding a hair dryer.You must know that the dormitory has limited voltage for the safety of electricity use, and some electrical appliances cannot be used at all.

"Old Qiao bought a hair dryer? Is it the kind with a particularly low power?" Wen Liang asked while putting Brown's huge head and the cloth bag for the clothes on the empty bed.

When Li Meng heard the sound of "hair dryer", she sniggered beside her and said nothing.

Qiao Shuo didn't need to think about it all. For a nerd like Wen Liang who doesn't like sports, he definitely doesn't know what a fascia gun is.

"Hey, Brother Bear, do you want some cumshot?" Qiao Shuo smiled mischievously, walked over and put his arm on Wen Liang's shoulder rudely.

Wen Liang has just finished playing Brown Bear, and the bear doll clothes are hot, stuffy, and torn. His hair and clothes are soaked in sweat, and he feels dirty and smelly now.Qiao Shuo leaned over, his first reaction was to run away.

Qiao Shuo's arm fell into the air, he froze for a moment, then crossed his hips, puffed up his cheeks and stared at Wen Liang.

Wen Liang read the threat from this expression, and he quickly waved his hand to clarify: "Old Qiao, I'm not...I'm covered in sweat now, don't rub it on your clothes."

Seeing his flustered and sincere appearance, Qiao Shuo thought he was so cute and couldn't help laughing.

"It's okay, brother doesn't dislike you." Qiao Shuo smiled, showing two canine teeth, and raised the fascia gun in his hand, "Come on, □□□."

Every time Qiao Shuo showed this expression, Wen Liang had a bad premonition.It is no exaggeration to say that Wen Liang feels that Qiao Shuo looks like the murderer with an electric drill in the horror film.

Wen Liang pretended to be calm and turned around to hide on his bed, and was caught by Qiao Shuo within two steps.

The weird hair dryer was pressed against the muscles of Wen Liang's arm, and Wen Liang felt goose bumps all over his body, and he pulled his hand reflexively, his strength was no match for Qiao Shuo.

It's nothing life-threatening.Wen Liang didn't move any more as if resigned to his fate, and let Qiao Shuo hold the hair dryer and move it on his arm...it seemed to feel good.

"How about Brother Xiong?" Qiao Shuo massaged Wen Liang, but also did not forget to tease him, "Is the slave's service good?"

"Where did you learn this..." Wen Liang couldn't figure out how to hate Qiao Shuo for a long time.

When Jiang Chuan came back wearing a training suit, Qiao Shuo was pressing Wen Liang's back with a fascia gun.

"Old Qiao bought a fascia gun? Yes, you will really enjoy it." Jiang Chuan sighed sincerely.

"Yes, as expected of Princess Qiaoqiao." Wen Liang followed Jiang Chuan's words and smiled.

"Tsk, why are you acting so good when you get cheap?" Qiao Shuo deliberately played tricks, moving the fascia gun to the warm buttocks muscles.

Wen Liang was shocked, and his whole body tensed up instantly. He didn't expect Qiao Shuo to be so vile.Old Qiao's bad thoughts are countless, and he refreshes his warm and cool cognition every day.

Wen Liang was ashamed and angry, turned around and pushed Qiao Shuo away, stared at him and gritted his teeth, "You can play by yourself."

"Tch, I scared you to death." Qiao Shuo gave Wen Liang a white look, and then used the fascia gun on his own.

The sportswear that Qiao Shuo trained was close-fitting. When he massaged with a fascia gun, the beautiful muscle lines appeared against the sportswear, and Li Meng looked envious.

"Old Qiao, can this fascia gun build muscle?" Li Meng asked.

"It's a good idea, let's exercise honestly." Qiao Shuo raised his eyebrows, mercilessly extinguishing the little flame in Li Meng's heart.

"I'm too weak. If I don't exercise, I'll be useless." Li Meng shook her head and sighed.

"Ha, you see Brother Xiong is so weak and didn't say anything." Qiao Shuo said provocatively, and walked towards Wen Liang.

Wen Liang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and quietly playing with his mobile phone, lay down inexplicably, showing "what's wrong with me" expression to Qiao Shuo.

Qiao Shuo walked up to Wen Liang, and lifted up his blouse, revealing the firm abdominal muscles.The curtains were not drawn, the dormitory was very bright, the well-defined muscles were clearly presented in front of Wen Liang's eyes, and all of Wen Liang's dazed expressions were captured in Qiao Shuo's eyes.

Why does this scene look familiar?Wen Liang suddenly remembered that last week when everyone went to the Huahai Food Festival together, he and Qiao Shuo lived in the same room, and Qiao Shuo pointed his bare abs at him like this, and then crazily exported words to him... …and physical assault.

Scenes of that night came to mind—Qiao Shuo first pressed him on the bed and bit him, then swept away his change of clothes while he was taking a shower, and later pressed him on the bed and laughed at him for being weak and holding his fingers. Poke his back hard.

What's even more outrageous is that, regardless of his embarrassment, Qiao Shuo forcefully tore off his bath towel, and then, like a normal person, praised the gray underwear for its good feel and asked him for an online shopping link.

"Brother Xiong, look at my abs, are you envious?" Qiao Shuo smirked, lifting his shirt with one hand, and stroking the groove of his abs with the other as if showing off.

Wen Liang came back to his senses, most of his eyes were occupied by Qiao Shuo's well-proportioned and beautiful abs, he quickly lowered his eyes, too ashamed to look at him for a second.

A feeling of embarrassment suddenly rose in his heart that he was afraid of being seen through, Wen Liang stood up "chuckles", and said not very quickly: "Abs, who doesn't have it."

Wen Liang lifted off his loose top, revealing his slender waist and abdomen. He was secretly tense, and the sides of his abdomen showed less obvious lines and contours.

"Hahahahahaha..." Qiao Shuo seldom saw Wen Liang's stubborn and childish appearance, and he thought it was a bit cute, "That's not your abdominal muscles, you're skinny."

Wen Liang reasoned with him with a straight face without showing weakness: "Aren't those who lose weight called abdominal muscles?"

"Huh? Can that be the same? Come here, let me touch what your real abs look like." Qiao Shuo was determined to let this self-deceiving bear figure out the situation, and he couldn't help but grab Wen Liang. Pulling his hand towards his side.

It was too late when Wen Liang realized it, his eyes widened, his arms stiffened and he tried to pull out his hand, but his whole body was almost petrified on the spot.But obviously his strength was no match for Qiao Shuo.

Qiao Shuo forcefully pressed Wen Liang's hand on his abdominal muscles, and moved it back and forth so that Wen Liang could feel the difference in texture.

Wen Liang's fingers were spread wide, he froze and didn't dare to move, and his body still kept shrinking backwards.He lowered his head trying to hide the embarrassed look on his face, but his eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Qiao Shuo was very satisfied with this reaction, and he arrogantly showed two sharp canine teeth: "How is it? Are you convinced?"

Wen Liang's ears were red, and his mind was in chaos. He didn't know what real abdominal muscles felt like, and he didn't listen to a word Qiao Shuo said, but he could only admit defeat and nod.

Qiao Shuo clapped Wen Liang's palm twice as if in protest, and finally let Wen Liang go, turned around and happily ran to compare muscles with Jiang Chuan.

Wen Liang staggered back to the edge of the bed and sat down as if she had been pardoned. She was stunned for a long time but did not relieve the inexplicable embarrassment.He was a little restless, and there seemed to be some tiny sticky things wandering in his heart.

On the empty bed in the dormitory, Qiao Shuo and Jiang Chuan, two sports experts, were having a great time communicating, patting each other's muscles from time to time to express their opinions.

Wen Liang glanced at them from the corner of his eye, feeling that he was a little unreasonable—they were all men, so normal, what's so embarrassing?

A snap of his fingers brought Wen Liang back from his thoughts.

Wearing a baseball cap and carrying a shoulder bag, Li Meng sneered at Wen: "Brother Xiong, do you want to go wandering around the back streets?"

Wen Liang smiled unnaturally, he waved his hand: "No, the bear is wet and hasn't taken a shower yet."

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The author has something to say:

Sand sculpture boys are really lovely creatures. Have you ever felt the breath of life in your school days?I remember that when I was in college, there were special sand sculptures and funny things happening every day in the dormitory. I miss it so much. I will always miss that time in my life.Has Lao Qiao's new nickname got in this chapter? Hahaha, Princess Qiaoqiao and his silly little bear.Wen Liang is a very stable person, but sometimes he is unexpectedly childish.In fact, when I was supposed to be rebellious and willful in adolescence, I kept suppressing myself, and I was still a child who didn't grow up in my heart.Why is Wen Liang so shy when he sees Qiao Shuo's abdominal muscles? There seems to be something wrong with him.