Qianli Jiangling

Every time he heard Sheng Qianling call him "Lili", Jiang Li's ears felt weak for no reason.

It's embarrassing, but I love it.

His eyes fell on Sheng Qianling's radiant lips, he nodded and whispered, "I'm happy."

Sheng Qianling stood by the door without moving, with his hand on Jiang Li's waist, he patted Jiang Li's buttocks, and said, "Go to the toilet when you are happy, and prepare for the next game."

"it is good."

In the fifth game, Jiang Li focused on the game, and mercilessly started to attack when the opponent fouled.

A set of precise shots played smoothly, and the super accuracy made the onlookers dumbfounded.

Jiang Li easily advanced to the round of 128 from 64 contestants. When the last ball fell into the pocket, he looked back at Sheng Qianling's face.

Sheng Qianling looked indifferently, as if he had expected this ending a long time ago.Only a faint smile on his lips revealed the pride and joy in his heart.

The two of them looked at each other in the ball room full of people. The world outside the arena was noisy, but it didn't disturb the affection that spread at this time.

Jiang Li ruffian smiled, suddenly stuck out his tongue, and licked his rosy upper lip as if nothing had happened.

The implied meaning is self-evident.

Seeing this movement, Sheng Qianling's eyes dimmed, and he paused for a second, then turned to fetch the extension handle he had put on the coffee table.

The extended handle is for Jiang Li. Although it is useless, it can be considered safe.

The game on stage 7 was over, and a part-time referee came to record the score immediately.

After Jiang Li reported his grades, he lazily carried the public club, and his eyes fell on Sheng Qianling's face again.Sheng Qianling quickly understood, holding an extension handle, and walked over with long legs.

The two walked to the front desk together.

When I passed the No. 3 station, I happened to see that the baby-faced player also ended the game.The referee next to him yelled loudly when recording the score: "Did Fu Yu win? 5 to 0?"

The little boy named Fu Yu nodded at the referee and went back to collect his club.

As soon as he turned around, he happened to meet Sheng Qianling face to face.

Fu Yu seemed shocked for a moment, but quickly closed his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Li, and took a few glances calmly.

Jiang Li also looked at him.

The eyes are raised, a little casual, and there are more confrontations of unknown origin.

There was an inexplicable sense of tension in the air.Although the two did not have a formal pole-to-pole match, the sympathy between the masters made an early visit, or perhaps for some other reason, the two of them quickly became imaginary enemies of each other.

Sheng Qianling suddenly stretched out his hand around Jiangli's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

"Oh."

Jiang Li walked a little further before saying, "That kid is awesome, and it's also 5-0."

Sheng Qianling walked to the club cabinet next to the cashier, took out his club case, and said, "Yes, I noticed his style of play just now, he is a serious academic with a solid foundation, he should be He has been nurtured and trained from a very young age. He may become your rival in the next promotion."

Jiang Li was afraid of running into academics like Sheng Qianling and Fu Yu, because academics were born to overcome wild ways like him.

So the little bit of joy that just passed the preliminary round quickly dissipated without a trace, like the water vapor on the sea level meeting the scorching sun, it evaporates and disappears without a trace.

With a bitter face drooping, Jiang Li said worriedly, "I won't meet him in the next round, master? Will it be possible that I won't get into 64 and 32?"

Sheng Qianling locked the cabinet door before replying: "No matter who your opponent is, you have to maintain a steady training mentality these days, and you can't take it lightly. Let's go, practice."

Jiang Li held his hands to the corners of his lips, forced himself a helpless smile, and obediently followed Sheng Qianling.

The game for the day is over.

Jiang Li entered the round of 64, and the next game is on July 7.He still has a few days to observe these opponents in the game, and he can continue to play against his master to find the overall awareness and master the strategy of fighting against the academics.

But Jiang Li didn't expect that just after winning No. 5 0-103, his confidence was immediately damaged by Sheng Qianling.

He fought and lost repeatedly, and was beaten three times in a row by his master.

Because that Fu Yu's game was very similar to Sheng Qianling's, Jiang Li imperceptibly, and took Sheng Qianling as Fu Yu to fight in advance.

He was originally upset because of Fu Yu's malicious sizing up, plus being pressed and rubbed by Sheng Qianling, his mentality was a little bit broken, and his accuracy dropped a lot.

Sheng Qianling scored two sets of balls and was connecting the rod. Jiang Li swayed in front of him, coquettishly: "Brother Ling, can't you let me?"

Without raising his head, Sheng Qianling said, "Showing all your strength is the only way to respect your opponent."

Jiang Li: "..."

After being quiet for a few seconds, he ran back and yelled viciously: "Sheng Qianling! Let me win a game! Don't force me—"

Sheng Qianling's shot was interrupted, looking at the little boyfriend who was bouncing on his heart, he said with a smile: "What?"

Jiang Li changed his face like turning the pages of a book, from cruel to submissive, and said, "Don't force me to kneel down and beg you..."

Jiang Li's voice was particularly pleasant when acting like a baby, a little trembling, with a breathy tone, like a hook tightly grasping Sheng Qianling's heart.It was like a shiny and smooth feather, which precisely scratched his itchy flesh, arousing a lingering charm.

Sheng Qianling smiled even more, and continued to bend down to hit the ball on the table, saying, "Sorry, I can't stand it."

After losing four games in a row, Jiang Li finally couldn't take it anymore.

He was determined to mess around for a while, so when Sheng Qianling was swinging the ball, he took the initiative to lie down next to him, put his hands on the table, pouted his buttocks, and said, "I'll touch it for you, you can touch it any way you want. "

Sheng Qianling paused when he was swinging the ball, and the violent heart tremor from yesterday when the moon sank into the deep sea returned again.

He was a little flustered, his dark eyes became more and more deep, and his body was heating up at a speed that could not be ignored.

That plump buttocks were silently seducing and tempting him, swaying from side to side, as if shouting passionately to him.

come on.

Come touch me.

You can touch it however you want.

Sheng Qianling: "..."

After a few seconds, he swallowed his dry throat and looked away.But his lips were pursed into a line, trying hard to suppress the gradually restless emotions.

July in Wuhan is too hot.

he thinks.

July Flowing Fire really lived up to its reputation.

Jiang Li waited for a long time for no response from Sheng Qianling, thinking that his reduced charm would not be able to attract him.

I had no choice but to express my final big move: "Is this not enough? Then I can only... I can only give you a little other reward."

Sheng Qianling was still holding his heart, his ears were extremely hot, and his eyes were misty because of his emotion.

But he still pretended to be calm and swayed the ball, and asked, "What reward?"

Jiang Li got up and stood up, ran to the door a few steps, dropped the lock, tried twice to make sure it couldn't be opened, and then returned to Sheng Qianling's side.

The river longed for the moon for a long time, and stretched out its hands to catch the moon, but what it caught was not illusory water waves and ripples.

Not to mention those brightly colored silk flowers in the corners reflected in the mirror wall.

He doesn't want flowers in the mirror of the underwater moon.

All he wanted was a hot life that he could see and touch.

When he realized what Jiang Li was doing, Sheng Qianling took a step back almost immediately, barely leaning against the snooker table so as not to weaken his legs.

However, Jiang Li is so bold that he is not satisfied with this at all.

He half knelt down, his eyes were almost at the same level as the snooker table, and he could see the height of more than 20 small balls on the table.

Sheng Qianling's mind went blank, especially after hearing the slight and short "hissing" sound, his skin suddenly became cold, and the fire filling his chest was detonated with a "boom", crackling, but within a short while, The whole wasteland was burned.

The moon fell into warm water and became a cruising and drowning frog.

The warm water is still heating up, sinking together with the moon.

Jiang Li's eyes were shining, full of cunning, and the courage to win.

He swallowed and tasted hard, happily took the moon for himself, and let out an indistinct moan from his throat.

Sheng Qianling couldn't stand anymore.

Rao has been concentrating on practicing for so many years. He has already developed good physical strength and can withstand high-intensity training. However, before the start of this round, the horse stumbled and was on the verge of falling.

Sensing Sheng Qianling's state, Jiang Li took back the warm water, folded his peach blossom eyes, and teased with red eyes: "Master, will you let me?"

What he asked was still the previous topic, whether to let him play a game.If he continues to lose like this, he is very likely to have a mental breakdown, which will affect the mood of the next game.

But Sheng Qianling misunderstood.

He thought Jiang Li was asking whether to continue, and his face was as red as the color of the crayfish he and Jiang Li had eaten on Chongren Road a long time ago.

At this time, Sheng Qianling still maintained the rationality and restraint of a snooker master. Of course, he was unwilling to despise his opponent by handing over the ball, lest Jiang Li get carried away.

So he replied hoarsely: "No..."

Jiang Li was still kneeling, staring up at Sheng Qian's rosy face, kissed the moon again, and then said slowly: "No, how do I feel, you welcome me..."

"..."

The dark green and black sofa is not far away.

Jiang Li was worried that Sheng Qianling would not be able to stand still, so he got up and brought him over forcefully, making him lie down.

Sheng Qianling was like a fish stuck to the chopping board, unable to move, so he had to close his eyes.

The river does not follow.

He leaned over with a playful smile, bit Sheng Qianling's ear, and said lawlessly: "Brother Ling, did you solve it by yourself yesterday? I just went to the toilet and I smelled a bit of heather."

Hearing this, Sheng Qianling blushed instantly, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

But the bad boy apprentice refused to let him go, and even snubbed the moon, and continued to ask: "Master, yesterday... who were you thinking about?"

The ascetics were finally torn off the altar, and had the greed of the world of mortals.

Sheng Qianling covered his eyes with his hands, and his voice was as low as the whirlpool in the deep sea: "You...I'm thinking of you."

Jiang Li was finally satisfied, and pulled Sheng Qianling's arm away maliciously, forcing him to watch closely and devote himself to it.

Jiang Li favored the moon again, opened his lips full of saliva, and spoke vaguely.

"Master."

"Open your eyes and look in the mirror."

"I'll do my best."

……

After more than 20 minutes, Jiang Li turned on the exhaust fan in the bathroom of the private room to the maximum, and walked out slowly.

He rinsed his mouth, washed his hands, and took care of the handsome hairstyle he had just cut yesterday.

When he sat next to Sheng Qianling, he looked at his master's blushing face, and he was able to ask solemnly: "Brother Ling, tell me, if you run into a professional team like Fu Yu who has been trained since childhood, I will How to fight to have a chance."

As if nothing happened just now.

It can be clearly seen that the moon overflowed the water and fell on the sea, sparkling.

The aftershocks in Sheng Qianling's body and mind have not yet subsided, and his whole body is so sensitive that it feels like he has been electrocuted.

He was dressed neatly, and the buttons around his waist were well buttoned, but he couldn't sit upright with his back straight as he asked himself before.

He has no way to calmly analyze the opponent's strengths and weaknesses with Jiang Li in such a state, and he is unwilling to fall into Jiang Li's verbal trap so that he can talk about some inappropriate topics.

I had no choice but to stop it softly: "Li Li, don't talk yet."

Jiang Li grinned, his peach-blossom eyes bulged, and the wildness and viciousness around him were revealed at once.

He casually stroked back the broken hair on his forehead, revealing his fair forehead, and said eagerly: "Master, teach me, I really want to win."

It seemed that Sheng Qianling was the heinous bastard whose mind was on fire.

And Jiang Li is just an obedient apprentice who is eager for knowledge and eager to make progress.

The author says:

Since then, I dare not look directly at the moon.