Rival says he loves me

"Sorry," Fang Jiayao peeled and diced a sweet orange with a knife, and walked forward with it, facing Xing Nan's face. Xing Nan naturally stretched out his hand and opened his mouth to boast, "Brother Yao, you are welcome."

"Wait for a while," Fang Jiayao smacked Xing Nan's eager slap with his elbow, stretched his arm around the end of the bed and handed it to Wu Wei, "I'm sorry yesterday, I wanted to keep you here, but I forgot that you don't have an umbrella." , please."

Wu Wei raised his eyes in disbelief, stretched out his hands to pinch the plate and wanted to come over, obviously smiled and said thank you, and then sat under the white painted window by himself, pinching one piece by one to eat.

"No, that's the end? What about mine?" Xing Nan watched Fang Jiayao give Wu Wei a small plate, and then found a chair to sit down. It seemed that he was done with work, "Come here and let me Enjoy the treatment of a patient, don't bring such a thing." Xing Nan was inconvenient to move with his legs hanging, so he could only howl a few times on the bed.

"Here you are," Fang Jiayao picked up a golden and round one from the bag, and aimed it at Xing Nan's firm belly.

"If you go any further, I'll have to transfer to the Andrology Department, and your salary is too bad," Xing Nan gave up, and drew a crescent on the orange peel with his fingernails, turned his head and muttered to Wu Wei , "I'm not kidding anymore, Master Wei, please be careful this afternoon, Nanda is quite disgusting."

"I know." Wu Wei finished chewing, put the empty plate on the table, and said to Fang Jiayao, "You still have class in the afternoon, leave early, I will watch Nanzi."

Fang Jiayao glanced at Wu Wei for a long time, then nodded and went downstairs.

"Don't let Brother Yao go in the afternoon?" Xing Nan lay on the bed and could see clearly, "Master Wei, you are not going to kill, are you? Avoiding people like this?" Wu Wei is clearly not letting Fang Jiayao go, Xing Nan's buttocks go to Wu Wei Wei moved up and down, "Don't strike too hard, keep your breath."

"What are you thinking?" Wu Wei went over and took a round orange from the bag on the table, and pressed it on Xing Nan's forehead, "He has to go to class, I don't want to delay him."

Fang Jiayao came out of the hospital, didn't go back to the classroom, and went directly to the stadium.

There are six basketball courts downstairs in the male dormitory, three columns and two rows. The blue rubber floor is painted with thick white lines.

Among them is Vanke.

The jersey is scarlet, counting him as the fastest runner, even if Fang Jiayao doesn't know it, he still knows that Vanke's basketball skills are not small.

After watching Vanke on the court for a long time, a few words came to mind.

Fresh clothes and angry horses.

The gushing vitality that burst forth from that young man was rooted in him.

"Fang Jiayao."

When someone called his name suddenly, Fang Jiayao didn't turn his head. He waited until someone sat down beside him before Fang Jiayao asked, "Did you make this person?"

"You're quite sentimental, Wu Wei can't satisfy you, why do you keep a bunch of wild men?" Ke Zhe brought someone here, his eyes rolled on Fang Jiayao, "Your man didn't come?"

Ke Zhe has a good voice, but when he speaks harsh words, it makes people feel that God gave him a good voice.

Fang Jiayao sat under the shade of a tree without looking at him, "Well, I didn't come."

When Fang Jiayao said this, he really disgusted Ke Zhe.

Ke Zhe wanted Wu Wei, but he refused to give it.

After autumn, a layer of mist peeled off from the air, especially refreshing and clear. Fang Jiayao was rarely sleepy, and now his head was clear, and he was staring at the winding path from the hospital, hoping to see it when people came. .

Seeing that Fang Jiayao wasn't angry, Ke Zhe didn't have the energy to flirt with him, so he beckoned people to move forward.

In less than half an hour, a group of people from East University of Science and Technology also came.

Meeting with people from Nantah University, the atmosphere is not right.

They are all bloody and vigorous, their arms and shoulders often touch each other when they first meet each other, they are all on fire, and they feel dry when they look at them.

"Stupid," Vanke stood at the front, facing Ke Zhe, the chatterbox opened up, and he didn't hide anything. He greeted all the ugly words, "Don't be a coward later, fuck."

Ke Zhe bumped Vanke's arm with his chest, and said incoherently, "You're a fart, let me ask you, where's Wu Wei?"

The few people behind Ke Zhe were out of shape, and the ball in their hands was aimed at NTU's face. The crowd didn't know who had a bad hand, and threw an urgent ball outside the court.

The boy's hands are strong and the distance is close. When Fang Jiayao blocked it with his hands, a bit of broken hair on his forehead was blown up by the strong wind brought up by the ball.

Fang Jiayao was a little later, probably the scratch was not on the wrist, but on the head.

Vanke's eyes were sharp, and he saw the group of people in Nantah immediately getting angry. He pulled Ke Zhe's handsome little suit, and spat out "bassy bits."

Ke Zhe raised his arms with a smile, "Which eye of yours saw that I threw it, blind?"

The smile in Ke Zhe's eyes disappeared after the second half of this sentence, and he nodded at Vanke's arm, "Are you Fang Jiayao's dog? Huh? Do you want to stand up for him so much?"

"Come here," Fang Jiayao pinched Vanke's trembling arm from behind, staring at Ke Zhe, "You are a man who rides thousands of people, and you have a lot of experience. You have never seen any kind of person, so there is no reason to be angry."

One sentence made Ke Zhe ugly. He was in the bar that day purely to curry favor with Wu Wei, and wanted to attract people over. Now Fang Jiayao smeared his face with words that couldn't be put on the stage, and he didn't tense up. "You fucking..."

"It's a coincidence, it's so lively." Wu Wei stepped in the middle and separated Ke Zhe. Wu Wei was the tallest in the crowd, wearing a bright red jersey, with a candy in his mouth, holding Ke Zhe with one hand Zhe moved a position, turned around and grabbed Fang Jiayao's arm.

Fang Jiayao immediately felt his arms burning.

Wu Wei lowered his head and leaned upwards, rubbed his nose lightly, then raised his head, circled around, with a low pressure in his voice,

"Who threw it."

The author has something to say: Xing Nan: The difference in treatment between these two people is really too much QAQ