Qianli Jiangling

Jiang Li lied on the bed and lied to the corpse for a full 5 minutes.

He put his right arm over his eyes, forcing himself to recall last night's dream in the dark visual environment.

I dreamed of practicing ball and practiced all night.

Then, I dreamed of Sheng Qianling...

Jiang Li seldom has this kind of greedy dream in his dreams. His own desire is not strong, and he is full of energy on weekdays, loves to run and dance, and a little physical strength always turns into sweat in the playground or ball room.

Although he is a scumbag, he also knows that this situation is a normal physiological phenomenon for a 17-year-old boy.

He just couldn't accept it, why was the person in the dream Sheng Qianling?

How could it be Sheng Qianling?

Jiang Li's thoughts surged, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.He seldom calmly examines his words and deeds in a quiet period of time.But this matter, he had to think more.

He didn't know what went wrong, and he couldn't figure out why he would react to a man with nocturnal emission.

Shouldn't she be a girl with big breasts and thin waist?

Shouldn't it be the actress with sweet makeup in Chen Shushu's gif?

How could it be a man?

Jiang Li tremblingly touched the phone.

Press the broken screen to see that it is 45:[-] in the morning.

At this point, several breakfast shops downstairs are already open, and the early risers leave their footsteps in the alley.

In a few minutes, Jiang Haijun will also get up.

Jiang Li slept in the living room, facing Jiang Haijun's room.He suddenly reacted, quickly lifted the thin blanket, stood up and sat up.The range of motion was too large, and the stiff right leg was pulled, causing a "hiss" in pain.

But still endured the soreness and got up, found a pair of underwear and half pajama pants from a simple cloth wardrobe in the living room, and ran to the toilet to change them out.

After changing, he soaked the dirty clothes in his own footbath, and then hid the basin under the sink in the toilet.

When Jiang Haijun got up and came out, Jiang Li just went back to bed and lay down.

He quickly turned over and pretended to be asleep, as if he just kicked the blanket away because he didn't sleep well.

The strange thing is that Jiang Haijun seems to have stayed in the toilet for a while this morning.

Usually he washes his face and brushes his teeth very quickly, but today he dawdled and didn't come out until several minutes after six o'clock.

Hearing the noise from the toilet door, Jiang Li quickly closed his eyes again and buried his face in the pillow.

Jiang Haijun came out and stood in the dimly lit living room. He didn't take a step for a long time, and he didn't know what he was looking at.After a long time, he seemed to let out a long breath, took the pole by the door and went out.

Jiang Li felt that something was wrong, and it was a little weird.

Enduring the soreness in his limbs again, he got up and walked to the toilet. He glanced at the folded clothes rack outside the toilet, and sure enough, he saw the underwear and pajama pants that he had just changed.

A stalk in Jiang Li's mind: "..."

I have no face to live.

It's better to bite your tongue and kill yourself, the result is here.

But when I thought that the country would lose such a handsome guy, and thousands of girls would lose such a suave dream lover, I felt a little regretful and pity.

Just keep on living.

In this way, Jiangli stayed until seven or eight o'clock.

The school started at eight o'clock, so he sent a message to Chen Shushu: "Dashu, are you awake?"

Chen Shushu just opened his eyes on the other side, and he was in a daze for a while, and replied: "My day, is it eight o'clock? I'm going to be late."

Jiang Li typed with both hands: "Today is the second day of the Ching Ming holiday, son, lie down well."

Chen Shushu moved quickly: "Fuck, I actually forgot what I have been abused by the school. I don't know if I went to school or imitated me."

Jiang Li said seriously: "Dashu, I have business to see you."

[Well, you say. 】

Jiang Li thought for a while, bit his lips unnaturally, and said, "Be prepared, the real thing I want to talk about is a topic between grown men."

Chen Shushu: "But, Brother Li, you and I are not yet of age."

Jiang Li was furious, and he sent out a row of small emojis showing blood on the kitchen knife, screaming in his heart: "Assume! Assume that we are all adults now!"

【Fine. 】

So, Jiang Li asked directly: "What do you dream about to cause nocturnal emission?"

Chen Shu: "??"

Jiang Li: "..."

The topic was once difficult to develop.

Chen Shushu didn't know how this old cycad tree in the river, which was pure and ascetic, would bloom and ask such explosive questions as soon as it came up.He guessed that Jiang Li had moved Fanxin, and teased, "Why, which girl did you fall in love with?"

Jiang Li's irritability broke through the top of his head in a second, and he opened his mouth to swear: "Fuck you!"

Chen Shu: "..."

Forced by Jiang Li's lust, poor Chen Shu hesitated for a long time before simply throwing that face away to answer Jiang Li's question.

He said: "It's different every time. Sometimes it's a woman, sometimes it's a movie, and the most outrageous one was when I dreamed of a pig."

Jiang Li fell into a deep silence.

Because of a pig?

Because such a species can respond, then he dreamed of a person who gets along day and night, and is a handsome and charming human being, which doesn't explain anything, does it! !

Jiang Li soon jumped up, and the haze in the morning was swept away.He lay on his back and teased Chen Shushu: "Tsk tsk, Dashu, you are awesome."

Chen Shushu went straight to the point: "What about you, who did you dream about last night?"

Jiang Li: "..."

No matter how much Chen Shushu bombarded him with ridicule, Jiang Li pretended to be dead and refused to reply.

At this moment, Chen Shushu changed the subject, and said seriously, "Brother Li, do you remember Xu Xiaolian from class two (3)?"

Only then did Jiang Li say, "Who, I don't know."

Chen Shushu began to speak excitedly: "It was the one who asked me to deliver the letter to you twice before, but you didn't read it. She also gave you a notebook and breakfast, and you gave them to me."

[Well, so what? 】

Chen Shushu continued: "I met her at Liudu Bridge yesterday, in the People's Paradise, ah! Brother Li, I suddenly think she is so beautiful! I'm going to chase her!"

Jiang Li didn't know which girl Chen Shushu was talking about, and he wasn't interested, so he just replied "good luck" and ended the conversation.

His shoulders were sore and his legs ached so badly that he struggled to walk, and he didn't want to get up at all.

Reminiscent of Sheng Qianling telling him last night, "I won't be here until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow", I realized that it doesn't mean "no need", it is that Sheng Qianling knows that he has no way to train.

So, for the next two days of the small holiday, Jiang Li spent a very miserable time at home.

He sadly sent a message to Sheng Qianling: "I have been sore these two days, and my dear master, will my heart ache if I torture his apprentice like this?"

Sheng Qianling was probably practicing, and it took several hours before he replied: "It doesn't hurt. As my apprentice, you have to get used to the pain at first."

There is also a serious smile on the back.

Jiang Li: "..."

Since the Qingming holiday, Jiang Li has personally experienced what it means to "get used to pain".

When he went to time billiards again, Sheng Qianling began to let him train Jiufen, which lasted all night.By the end of the week, he hit the [-]-pointer and had a clear memory of how far the different strengths of his arms could push the ball.

His right arm and leg were swollen with pain all day long, and the blood was rushing like boiling in his body.

But as long as he endured the pain, he could clearly see his improvement in control.There were a few times when he had a magical shot, he could hit where he pointed like Higgins, and the white ball was completely at his command.

Simply ecstatic.

Jiang Li wanted to throw himself on Sheng Qianling again, to share his joy with him.

He didn't understand how he got such a bad taste, so he jumped to the side of Sheng Qianling when he was happy, as if he wanted to let the snow-white and pure god get a little mortal mud.

Sheng Qianling always frowned and took a few steps back, waving his hands into the river to stop him, with a look of helpless disgust.

Jiang Li just stood there and smirked, shaking his dull hair gently.

Shaking and shaking, the [-]-day control training is finally over.

Jiang Li was originally talented in billiards, but he lacked systematic learning.After being taught by Sheng Qianling for so many days, he can already clearly perceive the strength of his right arm from level one to level ten.

On the day after practicing the soft first-level control, Jiang Li fell on the sofa, biting a lollipop that he had just torn open, and smiled triumphantly at Sheng Qianling: "Brother Ling, now, is it impossible for me to be beaten again?" Did you call 147?"

He spoke arrogantly and arrogantly, as if he had learned so much, he would be able to compete with Higgins for the world championship tomorrow.

Sheng Qianling didn't criticize him either, but said honestly: "Learning control is only a basic skill, and there is still a long way to go, such as pole technique."

Jiang Li was not convinced, and retorted: "What's wrong with my swing? I can also play high and low shots, just add some skills, who can't."

On weekday nights, Time Billiards Club is not very busy, and the table opening rate is not high.

Sheng Qianling glanced at Channel 1, which was turned on for illumination, and suddenly said, "Jiang Li, let's go to Channel 1 to play a game."

Jiang Li has been studying with Sheng Qianling for so long, and he has never played against him.

The only match between the two was the day when Sheng Qianling came to Wuhan, and Jiang Li said that he "pretended to be struck by lightning".

He has been training for so long, and he always feels that his skills have made a qualitative leap. After all, with his own accuracy and this bit of control, it is impossible to lose too badly.

Therefore, when he heard Sheng Qianling's proposal, Jiang Li naturally appreciated and agreed, and was so excited that he could prove himself and get rid of the title of "wild golfer".

The two went to the No. 1 table with their respective clubs.

After billing began, Sheng Qianling asked Jiang Li to kick off.

Jiang Li lay down, shifted his center of gravity to the right, propped up his slender left hand, put the club on the tiger's mouth with his left hand closed, and assumed a swinging posture.

Sheng Qianling was standing just behind him, his eyes fell on his round buttocks inadvertently, and his eyelashes trembled.

Jiang Li's buttocks were straight and upturned, and when he pushed them up, he pushed his pants out of the smooth surface.The buttocks are very deep, with distinct heights on the left and right sides, protruding backwards, revealing beautiful arcs and lines.When the light fell, it cut his buttocks into bright and dark shadows, making it more rounded.

Sheng Qianling stared straight at him for a few seconds, then averted his gaze lightly.

Jiang Li turned around after kicking off and saw Sheng Qianling drinking water.The Adam's apple slides, and it's so sexy.

Jiang Li showed a smug smile, tilted his lips and blew on his bangs, bragging: "Brother Ling, you gave me 40 points in this round. If I still lose, I'll let you clean it up."

Sheng Qianling was rubbing powder on the tip of the cue, and he didn't look at him when he heard this. For the first time, he lost his grace and manners, and replied in a low voice: "Then you may have to let me clean up."

So he went to the field with the pole, like a general holding a sword to kill the enemy.

Jiang Li only felt that Sheng Qianling was a little abnormal today, at least when he hit the ball on the court, his style looked completely different from the first time he met the club.

Normally, he is rational and restrained, and he will hit the white ball like a spinning work of art.

Today, he inexplicably felt that Sheng Qianling's ball was murderous.

He is cruel and merciless.

Not only that, Sheng Qianling played his pinnacle accuracy and perfect shot technique, and he pulled the score to 108:40 in less than ten shots.

The 40 points in Jiangli were given by Sheng Qianling.

Jiang Li: "..."

The score was too wide, and Jiang Li didn't need to defend and chase points.

He was nailed to the spot, opened his eyes and looked at Sheng Qianling who had calmly closed the shot, and asked in surprise, "Brother Ling, is this the level of a professional player?"

Sheng Qianling took a sip of water before answering, "No."

He once said that as a snooker player, the coexistence of "accuracy, technique and mentality" is required.

He looked impeccable in this game, but he didn't do his best.

Jiang Li asked, "What's the problem?"

Sheng Qianling was already twisting the clubs and putting them into the club box, saying with care: "It can be better."

Jiang Li: "..."

It turns out that this is the contempt and humiliation from master golfers.

Ugh.

melancholy.

The author says:

Sheng Qianling: I scored 108 points when I saw something I shouldn't have seen, and my mentality exploded.