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Some solid things are not afraid of impact, but are afraid of cracks.Once its surface cracks, it is difficult to restore it to its former indestructibility.

And the crack will widen and widen—

When Zuo Zhengyi was pressed against the wall by Ji Jue again and kissed passionately, but he didn't feel disgusted by gay men, he knew something was wrong.

It happened at 07:30 in the morning.

After Ji Jue published the "Boyfriend Declaration", Zuo Zhengyi didn't say anything.Just when the hotel staff came to knock on the door to deliver the dried clothes, he went to take a shower, came out of the bathroom and finished dressing, then he didn't say a word, picked up his phone and prepared to leave.

"I won't go back to the base with you." Zuo Zhengyi said, "Don't follow me."

Ji Jue didn't stop him, and personally sent him to the door. Zuo Zhengyi just opened the door, and before he could go out, he was dragged back by his wrist.

Ji Jue seems to like to play this game very much. He wants him to be caught off guard and panicked, kissed by himself without warning, and then shrinks the sphere of influence of his arms, and firmly fixes him to the wall at the door, pressing him down. he runs.

Maybe it was because they kissed too many times last night, Zuo Zhengyi's body was completely immune, and he couldn't give birth to any rejection of the same sex. He only felt that Ji Jue's excessive demands made him very irritable.

"Do you have that addiction?" Zuo Zhengyi was so angry that he babbled nonsense, "I heard that one drop of essence and ten drops of blood, it is not a good thing for a man to have too much demand. You must observe male virtue and be careful of your body."

However, in terms of the thickness of his skin, he will never be able to compare with Ji Jue. After hearing his ridicule, he was not ashamed, but proud, and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, I will save all my blood for you!" , not a drop will be wasted."

Zuo Zhengyi: "..."

He really didn't mean to flirt with Ji Jue.

But the taste changed as soon as the words came out, causing the atmosphere to become very strange.

Zuo Zhengyi was a little embarrassed, his whole body was uncomfortable, and his nerves were tense and numb from head to toe.And there is a little downside to having white skin. When he has a slight mood swing, the skin from his cheeks to his neck will change color, white and pink, making him look good to bite.

Zuo Zhengyi didn't realize this, but Ji Jue's eyes narrowly fell on his neck, a restrained stare, and then the second kiss fell.

Zuo Zhengyi's lips were caught, and his unwelcome but unstoppable tongue stuck into his mouth, invading his nerves.

"...for the last time." Ji Jue said in a deep and hoarse voice, "I'll let you go after the kiss."

He seemed to prove that his promise was absolutely effective, to be the "best dog" around Zuo Zhengyi, he kissed him very gently, and even poured out emotions that he had never had before, it was a kind of careful love, In addition to coaxing Zuo Zhengyi, it was also mixed with longing and begging—hoping that Zuo Zhengyi would not only passively bear it, but also respond to his kiss.

But no response.

Zuo Zhengyi exhausted all the strength in his body just to "bear".

Ji Jue inserted his hands into his hair, kissing him and stroking him gently.He couldn't help trembling from being touched, and for the first time in his life, he felt what it meant to be "kissed" in a state of sobriety and calmness—barely considered calmness.

This is life experience.

He comforted himself.

Although, swordsmen don't seem to need this kind of experience.

No, there is nothing.Even his once favorite lonely swordsman had a few dewy romances before reaching the pinnacle of fencing supremacy.

Loved and been loved, it's no big deal.In the end, he wanted the connection between man and sword, and the unity of man and nature, so any kind of experience is the material for refining the sword, whether it is good or bad, it is a part of shaping him.

- That's right, that's it.

Zuo Zhengyi breathed a sigh of relief and straightened out the logic of his actions.

He didn't do anything wrong, and he didn't lose control, Ji Jue was just his "material".

Thinking about it this way, he was finally able to accept the kiss calmly and give Ji Jue a little response.

His response was clumsy, but with a sense of "I can do nothing wrong", he abruptly took the initiative, making Ji Jue a little confused, but flattered.

After the kiss, Zuo Zhengyi breathed a sigh of relief, broke free from Ji Jue's arms, and said without hesitation, "You are really annoying. Staying with you all night is more tiring than my training."

It turns out that kissing is also physical work.

Zuo Zhengyi swallowed this sentence back. His lips were numb from the kiss, he was still sweating, and his head was dizzy, but he definitely could not show weakness.

He coughed lightly, slapped Ji Jue's arm around him, and said, "I'll be leaving first, bye."

Ji Jue gave him another hand: "You agree, right?"

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi paused slightly and turned around.The slightly damp eyes reflected an ambiguous red under the light, and the whiter he was, the more shocking the red would be.Then he blinked, and the water in his eyes was surging and shining brightly.

The moment he was about to bow his head but didn't bow his head, he became more and more beautiful and itchy.

This kind of beauty has nothing to do with the quality of the skin, but a gesture that does not want anyone to hold it out of its hands.

He wants others to revolve around him, and he has the instinct to stay away from everything.

This seemed contradictory, but it seemed that he was just thin-skinned and wanted to save some face for himself, so when Ji Jue approached him, he said ambiguously, "Let me think about it."

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi ran away quickly.

After leaving the hotel completely, he sat in the car, recalling their conversation just now, and couldn't help but sigh.

Maybe Ji Jue's evaluation of him is not unreasonable, he just wants to be loved, but he doesn't really want to love others, because he has more important things in his heart than love.

but……

Forget it.

Things have come to this point, why are you still thinking about these things?

Love and love are the embellishments of a swordsman's life, since Ji Jue is willing to embellish him and enjoy it, why doesn't he accept it?

But Zuo Zhengyi didn't reply to Ji Jue immediately, the taxi stopped at the gate of the e-sports park, and he went back to the base first.

It was less than nine o'clock when we entered.

The teammates didn't seem to get up, Zuo Zhengyi ran into Zhou Jiankang on the first floor.

Zhou Jiankang was quite perceptive, and from looking at his expression, he could tell that Zuo Zhengyi seemed a little unusual today.

"Where did you sleep last night?" he asked.

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi looked like an elementary school student caught in a puppy love by his parents. He rolled his eyes guiltily, and lied easily: "Last night, I had some drinks with my relatives, and then I stayed at a nearby hotel."

Well, it's actually true.

Zhou Jiankang nodded: "It's fine to drink, but don't drink too much, let alone go to nightclubs..."

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Zhengyi interrupted him: "Don't worry, I have my sense of proportion."

Zhou Jiankang was really relieved about this. Zuo Zhengyi might be swollen, but he would never mess around off the court. In fact, compared with most players, he belonged to the very well-behaved category.

After a brief chat, they sat down and had breakfast together.

Eating with the leader is a kind of torture. Zhou Jiankang's "leadership disease" is too serious, and eating doesn't delay his speech. He didn't know who he heard about Zuo Zhengyi holding a small meeting for his teammates, and praised: "It seems You listened to what I said that day."

Before Zuo Zhengyi could respond, he said, "But it's useless for you to reach a consensus in private. You still have to rely on the coach to do the tactical work. Otherwise, why would Mr. Xu offer Zheng Mao an annual salary of 300 million?"

"..." Zuo Zhengyi almost spit out a mouthful of porridge, "300 million?! Just him? You might as well give me the money, it's me anyway."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't lose your money." Zhou Jiankang said, "I'm telling you, Zhengyi, if you want to take the game seriously, start by learning to respect the coach. You have to take the lead in our team, listen Fu Yong and the others will listen to Zheng Mao's words with you, you don't take Zheng Mao seriously all day long, how can your teammates take him seriously?"

Zuo Zhengyi understood: "Zheng Mao sued you again?"

Zhou Jiankang denied: "No, he still needs to sue? As soon as you roll your eyes, I can tell what the hell you're planning—who are you chatting with? You are not allowed to play with your mobile phone while eating."

Zuo Zhengyi: "..."

It was Ji Jue's WeChat message.

Jue: "Have you considered it?"

End: "Don't ask."

Decision: "?"

Judgment: "I understand."

End: "What do you know?"

Judgment: "My precious brother is arrogant [Love]."

End: "Get lost."

Jue: "Don't get lost. I just broke up and want to kiss you, what should I do?"

Jue: "Your lips are so soft, they tremble when I hold them in your mouth. The harder I push, the more you tremble."

End: "..."

End: "Ji Jue, don't be shameless just because you are a pervert, what about being good?"

Jue: "Am I still not good? I just typed two lines, and I didn't do anything."

End: "Typing doesn't work either!"

When Zhou Jiankang glanced over, Zuo Zhengyi immediately locked the phone screen and continued to drink porridge.

Although he was a little absent-minded, he still listened to what Zhou Jiankang said.

If you want to listen to the coach, you have to pay attention to the role of the coach. Zuo Zhengyi understands all this.He glanced upstairs and asked, "Where is Coach Zheng? He didn't get up either?"

In my impression, Zheng Mao's daily schedule is relatively regular, he doesn't stay up late with the players, he goes to bed early if he can, and goes for a morning jog at "Loser's Square".

Zuo Zhengyi didn't see him, so he asked casually. Unexpectedly, Zhou Jiankang's expression was a little unnatural, and he said hesitantly, "He also went out last night."

"Why did he go?" Zuo Zhengyi asked.

"It has nothing to do with you." Zhou Jiankang said, "You child, don't ask about things you shouldn't know."

"?"

"What the hell." Zuo Zhengyi put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said inexplicably, "Who is a child? I am not. Is there anything you can't see?"

His voice was a bit loud, Zhou Jiankang kept his mouth shut, and said truthfully, "He has an appointment with Mr. Xu, and he has a social occasion."

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized, "Oh, I'm going to do health care again."

Zhou Jiankang said, "No."

Zuo Zhengyi asked, "What is that?"

"You don't care what he is, it has nothing to do with you anyway." Zhou Jiankang said, "We just have to do our own thing well, and we can't have too high demands on the moral standards of middle-aged men."

"..."

Zuo Zhengyi heard that there was something in his words, but he was really not interested, so he didn't ask any more.It was rare for him to be obedient, and he flattered Zhou Jiankang: "You can't say that, our Manager Zhou is very moral."

"Fart you! Who are you talking about old men? I'm only 36!"

Zuo Zhengyi: "..."

Well, the ass was patted on the horse's hoof.