I heard someone wants to raise me

What Ning Jianjing said about sleeping was really sleeping.

He was really able to sleep well, and he slept from noon until 06:30 in the evening and didn't wake up.

Wen Cheng worriedly wondered if he had fallen asleep.

"Captain Jing...do you want to knock on the door and ask, I'm about to fall asleep, have we taken responsibility?"

Jing Xiuzhu was watching the replay of the last game with the coach, when he interrupted him when he was talking about something important, he frowned and looked sideways at the time, "Are you going?"

Wen Cheng shook his head, "I'm not going..." As he spoke, he turned his gaze, raised his hand to pat his teammates who were broadcasting live, and whispered, "Brother Dog, you go."

The person Wen Cheng called senior brother was not his real senior brother.

Because he manipulated the "gou" gameplay to the extreme, the players gave him this nickname, jokingly calling him the big brother of the "gou" gameplay.

"..." Brother Dog was silent for half a second, then turned his head and said, "Xiao Song, you go."

Xiao Song shook his head frantically: "I dare not."

Listening to the three of them pushing me and pushing him, Jing Xiuzhu finally couldn't sit still, and said "tsk": "The big lazy makes the little lazy, and the little lazy rolls his eyes, that's all, I'll go and call him."

The time is almost up, the reception of the star hotel has been changed into the base canteen, and it can no longer be perfunctory.

So Jing Xiuzhu stood up and said to the coach: "Let's talk about it at night, you go to the cafeteria with them in half an hour."

The coach said "hmm" and continued to watch the replay.

Wen Cheng saw Jing Xiuzhu's back leaving the training room, quickly slid the chair next to the coach, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Lin, is there something on the captain's mind?"

Coach Lin frowned: "What do you mean?"

Wen Cheng swallowed back what he saw smoking in the morning, and shook his head: "It's okay, I'll just ask."

Hearing the voice, Xiao Song turned his head to look at the mysterious words of the two, but he couldn't hear them clearly.

He just joined the team this year, and he is a player in the sixth season. As soon as he joined, he followed FRG and got the worst result since the team was founded.

He is not as depressed as other teammates, because he has not experienced what Jing Xiuzhu looked like when he swept the professional circle before, so there is not much difference.

What's more, as a first-year freshman, he is already very happy to be able to fight side by side with Jing Xiuzhu. As long as he works hard, he will definitely win the championship!

Xiao Song remembers that on the first day he joined the team, Team Jing told him: "You still have a long way to go in your career, work hard but don't get lazy, go all out, and leave the rest to luck."

He didn't know what it meant, but Team Jing's words must be right!

Senior Brother Dog glanced at the note pasted on Xiao Song's desk, and thought: That old thing is only fooling a cutie like you, what luck.

Jing Xiuzhu is a dream extinguishing mentor, any luck with him will be instantly cleared.

**

The conditions of the team base are actually very good, especially for a wealthy team like FRG, the treatment and expenses of the players are all top-notch.

The wallpaper is changed every year, the ground is spotless, and the lights are soft yellow and not dazzling. Compared with those low-to-medium teams, this place is simply heaven.

Of course, these are all because of the sponsorship of the donor.

Jing Xiuzhu raised his hand and knocked on the door, but no one answered, he knocked again, thinking that Wen Cheng's crow's mouth must be right, this cheap boss must have died on his first day at work.

"Boss, are you awake?" Jing Xiuzhu asked.

"Hmm..." came a very light voice from inside, as if he hadn't woken up, with an unconscious softness, but before Jing Xiuzhu listened carefully, there was a bang, and something shattered.

Loud.

Jing Xiuzhu raised his eyebrows, "Hey, I'm still quite angry when I wake up."

After a while, the door was opened from the inside, Ning Jianjing looked like he was still asleep, his eyes were slightly red and his cheeks were red, he frowned and asked him: "The sky has fallen?"

Jing Xiuzhu seemed to be completely unable to feel the waking up spirit in others, and said with a pleasant face: "The team members are waiting to welcome you, and I will wake you up."

Ning Jianjing lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then yawned slowly, "It's like urging me to die, I thought the club had closed down."

Jing Xiuzhu laughed, and rubbed the fire again casually: "No, they are worried that you will die sleeping in it, let me take a look."

Ning Jian saw that the sleepy hair on top of Jing Jing's head was about to stand up, and he froze furiously: "Hey, is this your attitude when talking to the money master?"

Jing Xiuzhu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What's the matter, do you want me to kneel down and tell you?"

"No hurry." Ning Jianjing raised his chin, his finely crafted face was full of arrogance, "There will be a day when you kneel."

Jing Xiuzhu laughed, and immediately changed the amiable look into a businesslike cold sneer: "Before I kneel down, I will give you 10 minutes to pack yourself, I will wait for you in the cafeteria, if you are late, go back and be your little Ning Ye. "

Ning Jianjing made a "tsk" sound, and did not get angry because of this sentence. Instead, he leaned on the door frame with his hands folded and his thin eyelids closed, and asked in a frivolous tone: "Can you eat the food in the canteen here?" Well, I think your pale face looks like malnutrition, how about this, I'll take you out to eat something good."

"No, we internet-addicted youngsters deserve to eat the dishes of the master in the cafeteria." After a pause, Jing Xiuzhu looked him up and down again, "Don't worry, your delicate stomach can digest it, and the poison won't kill you. Not constipated."

Ning Jianjing finally couldn't take it anymore, "Jing Xiuzhu, why do you owe so much?"

After speaking, he slammed the door hard.

Jing Xiuzhu watched him slam the door loudly, curled his lips into a sneering smile, wanted to flirt with him at such a level?

young.

Jing Xiuzhu didn't look at the door that was still trembling, put away his smile indifferently, turned and went back to his room.

In order to facilitate supervision, Jing Xiuzhu asked Chen Xin to take Ning Jianjing to the opposite side of his room, across the corridor.

Any disturbances he can make are all under his nose, and even he can't turn the sky around.

but.

Jing Xiuzhu thought of his unconscious groan when he just woke up.

With his arms folded, his slender left leg leaning against the door with his slender left leg slightly bent, his expression of generosity and arrogance in his eyes was quite interesting, as if he was aloof, malicious and dangerous.

Tsk, fuck you little bastard.

**

Twenty minutes later, the team members had already gathered in the cafeteria.

In fact, these people don’t gather together to eat like this every day. Some training time is late, and they miss a meal the next day because they get up late the next day, and some suddenly want to eat something else and order takeaway.

Coming here so neatly today, the master in the cafeteria was so excited that he showed his talents and cooked 21 dishes, including a few dishes from every cuisine from south to north.

Wen Cheng looked at the first-class water banquet that looked like a full Han banquet, and said, "Uncle Chen, you are welcoming the boss according to Wu Zetian's Chinese New Year standard."

Uncle Chen is a simple and honest middle-aged man. He scratched his head and smiled: "Just eat what you like, or tell me what's not good, and I will improve. You play games hard, so you need to add more nutrition."

When Jing Xiuzhu came in, he was also surprised, "Hey, there are so many dishes."

The team members in the room watched him wait for the next half sentence, but he didn't say anything.

Jing Xiuzhu glanced at everyone strangely: "What are you looking at me for?"

Xiao Song, as the only underage in this group of people, let him hit every gunpoint, so Tong Yan Wuji quietly raised his hand again: "Jing, Jing team... Where's the boss?"

Jing Xiuzhu poured himself a cup of tea, looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "Wait another minute."

As soon as the words fell, today's startling little boss appeared at the door, no more and no less, and he looked like a dog who used the 10 minutes Jing Xiuzhu gave him to clean himself up.

Except for Wen Cheng and Jing Xiuzhu, the others had never seen him before, so they all looked at him.

Ning Jianjing was wearing an irregular dark purple shirt with two buttons left undone at the neckline, revealing a delicate and beautiful collarbone.

The trousers are neat and unwrinkled, the hands are in the pockets, and the hair is neat and stylish, as if to attend some kind of dinner party.

He walked over, with a little smile in his eyes, and gouged out Jing Xiuzhu as he passed by.

Xiao Song had never seen such a flirtatious man, so he naturally interpreted his white eyes as winking, a little embarrassed, turned his eyes away, and went to stare at the sweet and sour fish in front of him.

Jing Xiuzhu automatically ignored that look, got up and introduced to him one by one: "Our team's coach Lin Fangyuan, vice-team Yuansheng, Wencheng, brother, Xiao Song, and a substitute asked for leave."

Ning Jianjing bowed his head and said hello one by one, the good-tempered ones were completely different from those at the door just now.

Jing Xiuzhu turned his head and said with a calm expression: "The boss of our team, Mr. Ning Jianjing, has been working in the club since today, everyone knows."

Wen Cheng heard the voice of his words, recalled the tension downstairs at noon, and shrank his head.

After a while, Ning Jianjing sat down and said the first sentence after entering, "Is there no wine?"

Jing Xiuzhu said: "Team members are not allowed to drink alcohol, which will affect micromanagement."

Yuan Sheng was sitting on the right side of Ning Jianjing, seeing that the atmosphere was a bit tense, he coughed and said, "How about I go out and ask Uncle Chen..."

"No, let's drink tea." Ning Jianjing picked up the cup and walked around in a circle towards everyone: "Everyone has worked hard, and I will replace the wine with tea to thank you for your dedication and hard work for the club. Feel free to don't worry about me .”

Everyone hurriedly picked up their cups to salute, drinking the freshly brewed oolong tea as boldly as red wine, Jing Xiuzhu didn't join in, and took a look at the group of idiots.

His gaze shifted, and he landed on the face of this frivolous little idiot whose whole body was full of wishful thinking.

He was lowering his head, loosely holding a glass with half a cup of oolong tea left on his fingertips, his finger bones were slender and white, and he raised his eyebrows inadvertently. Under the cold white light, his dark eyebrows and slightly drawn eyelashes looked really impressive So a little rich and proud young master.

"Are you peeking at me?" Ning Jianjing turned his head, just in time to look into Jing Xiuzhu's eyes, those slender eyes suddenly bent, filled with a soft hint that was about to say something.

Jing Xiuzhu took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to him, "Taste, our master specially made you a Manchu banquet."

Ning Jianjing took the chopsticks, he didn't have the slight problem of burning the chopsticks, but he didn't eat them, instead he poked them one by one a few times.

First.

"Why is this fish glaring at me? Is it cooked? Is the meat a bit hard? Have you eaten your teeth?"

the second.

"This dish..." Ning Jianjing pinched the chopsticks with his slender and delicate fingers, and asked, "Is it chili fried chili?"

The third.

"This... is it a bug?" Ning Jianjing looked seriously into Jing Xiuzhu's eyes and asked, "Will this scratch my stomach if I eat it? Is it really not constipated? Can you guarantee it?"

Wen Cheng just picked up a piece of fried golden cicada chopsticks and stopped in mid-air, looking at the boss wanting to cry without tears.

Let it go...it's not suitable, eat...he was a little flustered.

He glanced at the crowd begging for help, the coach was discussing new tactics with his senior brother and Xiao Song, no one paid any attention to him.

"Team Thorn..."

Jing Xiuzhu looked at Ning Jianjing for a few seconds, then reached out and ticked him: "Come here."

Ning tilted his head when he saw Jing rewarding him, "What are you doing?"

"Are you hungry? Play games with me if you don't eat?"

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Lord Ning for unlocking the nickname of Little Bastard.

Lord Ning: Some people still don’t know how they would kneel down and beg for forgiveness, huh