Qianli Jiangling

Jiang Li went to the Academic Affairs Office to buy two new summer school uniforms.

It's still a white stand-up collar and short sleeves, with blue loose-fitting sweatpants.Passing by the toilet at the end of the corridor, I changed a set by the way.

When he returned to the classroom, Jiang Yan, the study committee member, had already posted the results of the final exam of the second semester of senior high school on the back wall of the classroom. Many students gathered together, watching and discussing.

Jiang Li never looked at these things before, and his test scores were never his concern, but today he went over to take a look with great interest.

Relying on his height advantage, he quickly saw his name in the last place, and also saw the specific scores of each subject.

22 in Chinese, 8 in mathematics, and 39 points in English.

The three subjects of physics, chemistry and life add up to 66 points.

The total score is 135 points.

Jiang Li: "..."

I don't know how many points Sheng Qianling recommended to Tsinghua University.

After school in the evening, Jiang Li went to time billiards as usual.

The business in the store was good, and the lobby was full of tables, so Jiang Li went directly to the private room.

Sheng Qianling had practiced for a day and was sitting on the sofa to rest.

When Jiang Li went in, he heard him on the phone.I couldn't hear everything, I only heard a few intermittent words such as "Got it" and "I book the ticket myself".

After Sheng Qianling hung up the phone, Jiang Li walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Qianling seemed to be a shirt addict, and today he was wearing a white twill short-sleeved shirt with the hem loosely tucked into black trousers.Two buttons on the neckline were undone, revealing a fair neck and a delicate collarbone.

No matter when you look at it, you are handsome and gorgeous.

He raised his face, looked up at Jiang Li, and said, "I'm going back to Beijing next week."

Jiang Li became anxious when he heard this, and moved closer to Sheng Qianling, asking in a hurry: "Then—"

Sheng Qianling seemed to know what he was going to say, so he stopped Jiang Li and said, "I'll only be back for two days, but I'll be back."

Only then did Jiang Li feel relieved.

The time he spends with his master is getting shorter and shorter. Seeing that September is coming, when Sheng Qianling goes to the training camp, not only the match, the time they spend talking and chatting may drop sharply.

Before we parted, Jiang Li felt the sadness of being in a long-distance relationship in advance. He was a little bored, but there was nothing he could do.

Sheng Qianling had a panoramic view of Jiang Li's expression, stretched out his hand and pulled him to sit down.

The two sat side by side on the sofa, Sheng Qianling stretched out his long hand, took something from the corner of the sofa, and handed it to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li was slightly startled, and looked down to see a rose.

The bright red flowers are in bud and are covered by white spring nets. The petals and rhizomes are covered with a layer of transparent plastic bags, which are not sticky and can be pinched directly in the hands.

Jiang Li raised his eyes, and slowly approached Sheng Qianling's face, a warm current surged in his heart, and he said with a smile, "Why did Brother Ling give me roses?"

He expected to hear some heart-pounding answer.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Qianling said: "Tomorrow is Chinese Valentine's Day, and the store gave gifts to every table. The last extra one was given to me."

Jiang Li's face fell for a second: "..."

Rose didn't want to pick it up either.

Sheng Qianling still held up the flower, and continued: "Although it is a borrowed flower to present to Buddha, roses really go well with Lili."

Jiang Li was a little happy being coaxed, reached out to take the rose, and played with it in his hand.He said: "On Valentine's Day, Brother Ling just gave me a rose."

Sheng Qianling turned his head to the side, his eyes sparkled, and said calmly: "What do you want there?"

Suddenly, Jiang Li wanted to tease Sheng Qianling.

He raised his head, looked at himself in the opposite mirror wall, gave a smirk, then turned around and said, "Brother Ling, let's make a bet, I'll make an action later, if you can sit still for 2 minutes, I won't Other gifts. If you can’t do it, as long as you move or talk, you have to spend Valentine’s Day with me tomorrow night, and I can do whatever you want.”

Sheng Qianling knew that Jiang Li had a lot of ghost ideas, but he thought it was quite interesting, and he also wanted to satisfy his boyfriend's flirtatiousness, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

The smile on Jiang Li's face widened, and Tao Hua's eyes were deep and proud.

He first leaned over and kissed Sheng Qianling, and then licked Sheng Qianling's lips very erotically.

Immediately afterwards, he removed the white net from the rose, and the budding rose petals burst into bloom.

He felt that the transparent plastic bag wrapped in the rose was in the way, so he tore it off two or three times, and then walked to the snooker table holding the rose.

He bit the rose rhizome horizontally in his mouth, facing Sheng Qianling's side, slowly bent down, put his arms together on the table, pouted his buttocks high, making his body look like he was playing snooker Once, the upper and lower body are vertical.

He had already changed into his summer uniform at school, and now he was wearing the blue sweatpants.

When the buttocks were turned up, the fabric was fully stretched and stretched, outlining his entire round and full buttocks.

Here the lines are smooth, the seams are distinct, and it presents a charming curve angle with the pressed waist and legs.

The rose was bitten by him, and the coquettish fiery red flower seemed to be blooming on his cold white left face.

The light from the crystal chandelier shone in his eyes, sparkling like a clear pool of water.

Biting the stem of the rose, Jiang Li raised his eyebrows at Sheng Qianling, winked again, and said vaguely, "Brother, do I look good?"

Sheng Qianling: "..."

He doesn't want to be a gentleman, and he doesn't want to wait 2 minutes at all.

In the next second, Sheng Qianling got up and walked towards the door.

Jiang Li suddenly panicked, thinking that he was going out, but before he could react, he heard Sheng Qianling's "click" and locked the mahogany door of the private room behind him.

Sheng Qianling walked over quickly, and his breathing became short of breath.

He stretched out his hand to cover Jiang Li's buttocks, bent over to the left side of his face where the rose was, panted softly with warm breath, and whispered in Jiang Li's ear, "Why does the puppy shake his ass at me?"

When Jiang Li heard this, his ears felt tingly numbness, and his face was flushed red, which gradually reached his neck.

The sensory nerves were like a spark in a summer night, quickly igniting the whole body.

He turned his head slightly, facing Shang Sheng Qianling's eyes that were as black as ink but deliberately forbearing, he was not afraid of death to tease Abyss: "Maybe it's because the puppy owes grass?"

"..."

The temperature in the large private room has risen a lot.

The air is beautiful and ambiguous.

On the snooker table, red balls and colored balls scattered around, quietly sticking to the green tablecloth, acting as silent spectators.

Sheng Qianling's personal cue is horizontal in the middle, stuck on the two middle pocket lines, separating the small balls on both sides.

Jiang Li's fingertips turned white, and he held onto the side of the pool table vigorously, staring at himself in the mirror with tears in his eyes, and was knocked unconscious.

His face was red and his heart was beating fast.

Plop plop, as if it was about to break through the chest cavity and burst out.

In such a free consciousness, Jiang Li's mouth opened unconsciously, and the rose in his mouth fell on the table, quietly mixed in a pile of snooker balls of the same color.

Sheng Qianling looked up and saw it, and was immediately dissatisfied.

He slapped Jiang Li's round buttocks with his palm, and instructed in a hoarse voice: "Pick up the flowers and hold them well."

The puppy had no choice but to bite the rose hard again, and at the same time bit the spring behind him.

Half an hour later, Sheng Qianling lifted Jiang Li up, turned him to face him, and picked him up like a child.

Jiang Li wrapped his legs around Sheng Qianling's waist, rested his head on his chest, and scolded him with his eyes closed: "Sheng Qianling, are you sick?"

Sheng Qianling replied as he walked, "Well, I'm sick."

Jiang Li gritted his teeth: "Damn it, you can control your power precisely when playing snooker, why do you have to be so wild when you come to me?"

Sheng Qianling thought carefully for two seconds, as if discussing some academic issue, and replied: "This is already the result of precise control."

Jiang Li: "..."

Jiang Li didn't feel uncomfortable today, on the contrary, he felt very comfortable after going through the long land reclamation.

He was lying on the sofa, watching Sheng Qianling coming in and out of the bathroom, and suddenly felt that he was a good-for-nothing and fun-loving idiot.

The air conditioner in the room has been turned into a draft mode, and the residual heather scent in the air is also covered by the incense in this private room, gradually fading away.

The mirror wall silently reflects this small world, and the contrasting silk flowers on the four corners are still gorgeous.

Jiang Li turned over and found that he didn't feel any discomfort, so he sat up straight, looked at the refreshed Sheng Qianling, and said, "Then it's settled, you have to celebrate Valentine's Day with me tomorrow night."

Sheng Qianling said, "Okay."

In fact, Jiang Li didn't even think about where to go on Valentine's Day. He just went to the "Proud Life" forum to search for Valentine's Day dating strategies.

He talked about this love very clumsily, but he was careful and sincere everywhere.

After a while, when the two of them had a tacit understanding and revealed the scene just now, Jiang Li said, "Would you like to continue practicing?"

Sheng Qianling shook his head, went to collect all the balls on the snooker table, and then lifted his cue stick to the side of the table and said, "You come to practice."

Jiang Li was stunned for a second, and asked, "But didn't you teach me the technique and technique of the pole, what else do you need to practice?"

Sheng Qianling was like a scumbag who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone when he lifted his pants.

Hearing Jiang Li's words, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said a little harshly: "Training is endless. Besides, I still have the last super low shot that I haven't taught you."

"Super low shot?" Jiang Li listened, and expressed his thoughts, "I will, I'll make one for you to see."

He first looked around the private room, and took a clean glass from the coffee table.

Then he walked to the edge of the snooker table, put down the glass, picked up Sheng Qianling's private cue, put out a red ball, put the cue ball away, bent over, and aimed the cue head at the bottom of the white ball. Hemisphere, after controlling the strength, shot out suddenly.

As a result, the red ball bounced far away, while the white ball stayed in place and spun rapidly.

Jiang Li covered the white ball with a glass, only to hear the crisp jingling sound from the glass wall.

Very cool.

Sheng Qianling who witnessed all this: "..."

Jiang Li waited until the white ball stopped spinning, then took down the glass and put it back in place, and asked suspiciously, "Brother Ling, isn't this a super low shot?"

Sheng Qianling's face turned cold again.

He slightly looked down into Jiang Li's eyes, and said, "Jiang Li, I'm teaching you how to play poles, not making you do these fancy things."

At the first glance, Jiang Li felt that the words were familiar.

Think about it carefully, and remember that this is what Sheng Qianling said the day he confessed to Sheng Qianling, when he played a complete love with billiards.

Jiang Li tried to discuss: "But I did use a low shot just now, and it was very powerful."

Sheng Qianling didn't explain much, and put a ball like the one Jiang Li had just hit, lightly took the club head and tapped a spot on the table, indicating that he would let the white ball stop there.

Then, he bent down and quickly demonstrated a super low shot.

After the red ball went out, the white ball was suddenly pulled back half a meter away. It was loaded twice, slowly decelerated, and stopped precisely at the place Sheng Qianling pointed out just now, exactly.

Jiang Li raised his head in surprise, and asked puzzledly, "Brother Ling, what's the difference between this and my control with a flat stick?"

Sheng Qianling stared at Jiang Li and said: "This kind of super low score is not for offense, but for defense in advance. From a mathematical point of view, its line is to "break out of the blockade". As long as you can practice it, It can prevent the opponent from playing the snooker ball. "

Post snooker ball!

Jiang Li was shocked when he heard this term.

He was naturally impressed by this inhuman ball shape.

The reason is that on the day he confessed to Sheng Qianling, Sheng Qianling faced him, and he used this kind of god-level defense on the first shot, which made him defeated.

But in fact, he has a way to crack it.

As long as he can learn the super low shot Sheng Qianling demonstrated just now, he can prevent the rear snooker ball from appearing on the table.

Jiang Li has played for many years. Although he calls himself a wild player, he has watched a lot of professional games.

He realized in almost a second that the trick Sheng Qianling wanted to teach him was his master's last special skill, and one day in the future, he would definitely be brought to the snooker arena Go up and kill the Quartet.

Sheng Qianling rarely talked about his confession.

All his kindness and tenderness are disassembled in the teaching of golf skills time and time again, without reservation.

Jiang Li had an insight into Sheng Qianling's heart, and suddenly his eyes felt hot.

He put his arms around Sheng Qianling's narrow waist, rubbed his clothes like a puppy coquettishly, and said in a low voice: "Master, I understand, I will practice obediently."

The author says:

Hate to see each other at fwht.