[Full-time all you] How to break the different style of painting

Midsummer of the seventh professional league finals is of course here.

Flowers and weeds.

The two teams that had won the championship in the fifth season met again in the seventh season, and Baihuagu and Zhongcaotang in the online game also faintly felt like they were going to war.

"Ah, I got lost again." Sheng Xia looked around in a daze, took out his phone and found that it had already been turned off.

Recalling that Sun Xiang had always told her to carry a power bank with her just in case, but Sheng Xia didn't care much at all at the time, but now she regrets it, she should be obedient.

Looking at the two identical forked roads on the left and the right, Sheng Xia almost wanted to cry, "So, which side is it? Woohoo (┯_┯)"

"midsummer?"

Sheng Xia Xunsheng turned around.

The person who came was wearing a pink and white team uniform, with half-length hair hanging behind his back, Sheng Xia, who was teary-eyed, almost couldn't tell who he was.

"Senior Zhang... Jiale?"

"Why is it a question sentence!" Zhang Jiale raised his forehead.

"Because the senior has loose hair, I almost didn't recognize him," Sheng Xia said.

Zhang Jiale coughed, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm lost!" Sheng Xia said these words quickly, and then looked at Zhang Jiale expectantly.

No one can refuse those eyes that seem to be full of stars.

Zhang Jiale was stunned for a moment and then blushed. He didn't expect that, as others said, this junior who debuted in the seventh season is a super big road idiot. She has been to Baihua's gymnasium several times, and she got lost.

"Come with me." Zhang Jiale said helplessly.

Sheng Xia quickly walked a few steps and hurriedly followed Zhang Jiale.

With Zhang Jiale leading the way, they arrived soon.

"Going out is the auditorium where the professional players are. Next time, remember not to be separated from other people." Zhang Jiale instructed.

"Okay, thank you senior."

"Small things." Zhang Jiale said.

"Ah, by the way, senior, if you don't mind, let me tie your hair for you."

Zhang Jiale hesitated.

"Just now, I saw that the senior is not used to the way he slacks off. I guess the hair rope is broken. The game for a while can't be affected." Sheng Xia said again.

Then Zhang Jiale agreed.

Sheng Xia walked behind him, looked at the height difference between the two, and finally said, "Senior, please squat down a little."

Zhang Jiale bent his knees slightly, feeling the other's soft fingers running through his hair, blushing unconsciously.

"Okay." Sheng Xia took two steps back.

Zhang Jiale turned his head slightly and saw the ribbon tied on the braid, which was very similar to Sheng Xia's eyes.

"Don't worry about senior, this is very solid." Sheng Xia said.

Seeing that Sheng Xia misunderstood, Zhang Jiale didn't explain, but just said thank you.

"I will support your senior!" Sheng Xia said, Sheng Xia hadn't made a choice before, but after experiencing such an incident, Sheng Xia has already decided to support Baihua.

Zhang Jiale smiled, turned around, waved his hands, and left.

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