[DotA2] Holy Sword

No.40 War bottle

In order to promote the National Sports Program, the Shang'an City Sports Bureau holds basketball games for all age groups every year, from elementary school groups to university groups, from adult groups to retired employee groups, as long as you can get together a five-person team, you can sign up.

The various small, middle and high schools in the city are naturally frequent visitors to the basketball game. This popular game held before the summer vacation every year has also become one of the publicity of each school when recruiting students.

As a famous school in the city, Shanghai Fuzhou has also set up a junior high school team and a high school team respectively.But the school's purpose has always been to focus on the rate of enrollment, so the members of the basketball team are also at the bottom of the grade - anyway, they don't study hard, so it's better to catch them and manage them, so as to save them from being mischievous.

The results are gratifying.For the school, the centralized management of these potential hidden dangers greatly limits the time for them to make trouble outside; for these unintentional students, they can skip classes occasionally, and they don’t need to do hygiene. Therefore, there are many new students who sign up every year.

The devil king An Rongyu had secured the last place in the grade as early as the first semester of the second year of junior high school. Later, in a physical education class, he hanged and beat the tall guy in the next class, so he was escorted to the basketball team by the physical education teacher. Attend training every morning and evening.

After two semesters of hard training, although his height is not top-notch, but with his excellent reflexes and aggressive aggressiveness, he was incorporated into the junior high school team before the game officially started.

In the second semester of the second year of junior high school, during Labor Day, the preliminary round of the basketball game for junior high school students in Shang'an City officially started.Every weekend after that, An Rongyu will compete as the starter.It was not until the end of May that they made it to the finals against all odds, which was already the best result in history for the Shanghai University at that time.

The opponent in the finals is the defending champion No.11 Middle School. The school recruits a lot of sports talents every year. Even in the junior high school team, the players are all over 1.8 meters tall.So as long as there is their game, it will definitely not be good-every opponent is almost in a state of abandonment, and it is really boring to crush one-sidedly.

Because it was the first time that the middle school affiliated to the school entered the finals, the venue of the competition was chosen to be the newly built basketball hall of Shanghai University.The junior high school competition will be held in the morning, and the high school competition will be held in the afternoon. Everyone can watch the competition for free.

My parents also came to watch the game happily that day, and they sat in the front row of the auditorium, so from the perspective of An's mother's shooting, I couldn't capture the audience around me, and I couldn't know whether Yan Che was there that day.

The game is still one-sided.An Rong was 174 cm tall at that time, a bit smaller than the shortest person opposite him.Before the start of the game, the teammates complained one after another, saying things like "I don't want to fight" and "Is it still necessary to fight?"

The young and vigorous middle school boy will naturally not give up lightly.Judging from the photos captured by An's mother, including the coach, everyone else was sad and in a state of depression, only him, with blazing flames in his eyes.

It was okay at the beginning of the game, everyone was bouncing around the court relying on their physical strength.After three quarters, the score was 23:57. It can be said that there is basically no need to continue the game.

Going into the 130-second break, everyone's hair is dripping on the bench over here.An Rongyu pulled off the drenched sweatband, stroked his hair indiscriminately, then picked up a bottle of water, took two sips, and poured the remaining half of the bottle from the top of his head.

His teammates and coaches were all farting, and he was annoyed by the frustrating words of beating casually. After seeing his parents waving, he frowned and walked over.

Mother An handed him some tissues to wipe off the water and sweat on his face, and said some words of encouragement. Soon, the game entered the fourth quarter.

In the last 12 minutes, the teammates didn't even bother to move.After the ball was intercepted by the opponent, they did not chase after it, but pretended to jog a few steps, just watched the opponent score, and then went to pick up the ball behind the net.

An Rongyu's expression on the field was almost murderous.One person tried his best to defend and attack. In this quarter, he scored 15 points and fouled 4 times.

However, this is just a drop in the bucket and has no effect on the final result. 40:76, ​​it can be regarded as the team with the smallest point difference in the No.11 middle school competition this year.

An Rongyu didn't remember anything about it, but the next day, he quit the basketball team.

Flipping through the photos captured by An's mother, the last one is that he wiped his tears secretly under the basket while wiping his face with a towel.Did you cry?Can not remember.How do you feel?I don’t remember either, but it was probably anger, remorse, and powerlessness.

In the one-year record, only the first and last items were not ruled out. It seems that the basketball game should be the meeting Yan Che mentioned earlier.But never heard of the opponent playing, or like basketball.If you don't have this hobby, then what kind of opportunity is there to watch this game?

It's possible they were dragged along by roommates—basketball is still one of the common hobbies among college boys, and that's a good possibility.But the performance of himself and the whole team was lackluster that day, how did Yan Che remember himself alone among the crowd?

An Rongyu stared blankly at the photo of himself covering his face, and didn't even notice that the bathroom door had opened, and a sleepy man came out, who was leaning over to look at his mobile phone.

Feeling a burst of breath mixed with the smell of shower gel in his ears, he turned his head abruptly, his lips gently brushed across the man's face, and before he had time to taste the white and soft touch, he felt his heart tighten—— Great fright.

In the next second, he bounced onto the bed, half lying down.After figuring out what happened just now, he panted heavily, followed his heartbeat, and said, "Brother, you scared me."

The blush on Yan Che's face still hasn't faded, his eyelids are drooping, he doesn't know if he is focusing or he is sleepy, he looks dizzy.

His hair was still dripping, and the white T-shirt he was wearing was wet, revealing a faint flesh color. The T-shirt was not too long, and it didn't cover the underwear, and the butt of the little blue elephant was also bulging at this time - he didn't wear outer pants, probably because he didn't take them in before.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Che rubbed his hair, "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

"Brother, if your hair is so wet, you'll catch a cold." An Rongyu got up from the bed and got up to get the hair dryer.

"Sleepy, I'm too lazy... huh." Yan Che said while yawning.

"Brother, you sit here, and I'll blow it to you." An Rongyu helped Yan Che to the chair, his heart blossomed with joy, thinking that the little drunk in front of him was really cute and miserable.Then I turned on the hair dryer, fiddled with it casually, and the warm hot air came out.

An Rong and his hair are very short, and he never uses a hair dryer. Fortunately, this small appliance has simple functions and is easy to operate.

Yan Che sat on the soft chair and began to peck the rice. Under An Rong's casual manipulation, he let out comfortable hums.

Ten minutes later, the curly hair is clearly separated, and under the gusts of warm wind, it exudes a faint fragrance.Yan Che was already sound asleep, still not wearing his outer pants.

After this night of tossing, An Rongyu was already exhausted.After putting Yan Che under the quilt again, he burrowed in with relief, his eyelids as heavy as stones.

Originally thought that under this kind of extreme fatigue, he should be able to fall asleep by sticking to the pillow, but after Yan Che turned over and hugged him, his eyelids, which could not be raised before, suddenly opened to the maximum.

Judging from Yan Che's posture, it seems that he is treating him like a big pillow in the shape of a human being, with his arms crossing his chest, his left leg bent, resting on his thigh, and his head clinging tightly to his shoulder.

The Adam's apple moved uncontrollably, the muscles of the body were already exhausted to a certain extent, this night he was carrying his back and hugging him, at this time he couldn't even lift his arms, but a certain part suddenly became energetic again.

Brother, you really want my life.

An Rongyu was wearing a vest and shorts, at this moment he could fully feel the temperature of Yan Che's forehead and the weight of his entire leg.Yan Che's skin was fair, and the touch from his legs was smooth and delicate. There were some leg hairs on his calves, but they were not prickly.

Brother, you were the one who committed the foul first, I also want to... be self-willed once.

An Rongyu turned his stiff body around, passed his left arm through the man's neck, and tightly wrapped his right arm around the man who had climbed onto his body. He took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes again.

It smells good.

I wish I could be like this and never wake up again.

Seven hours of forever, chaotic and vague dreams.

Yan Che slowly opened his eyes, looked at the big hands in front of him that obviously didn't belong to him, and smiled with his lips pursed.He got up once in the middle of the night. At that time, An Rongyu's arms were tightly locked, and he managed to get out and went to the bathroom.After coming out, he found out the pajama pants he had brought and put them on, before he got back on the bed.

When he went up, An Rongyu was already lying flat, with a large character on his body and limbs.Yan Che had no choice but to rest his neck on that thick arm. In a daze, he felt that hot body leaning against him again, and closed him with his arms again.

After feeling the foreign body sensation from the tailbone, Yan Che frowned, bit his lip and suppressed a smile.His left shoulder was a little sore. He was trying to switch sides when he heard a whisper from the back of his ear: "Um...don't move."

An Rongyu, who was half asleep and half awake, felt the object in his arms move restlessly. He followed the direction of the object's rotation, flicked it around, and the strength of his arm became stronger.First, he hugged her tightly, then rolled his nose a few times in the soft fur, and muttered: "Good boy".

The morning desires of the two men met together without warning, Yan Che shed a drop of cold sweat, struggling to get up - to save a moment of embarrassment.

But An Rong and hugged him too tightly, his small movements are like fish jumping on the beach, it doesn't hurt or itch.He also made those two arms work harder, as if if he let go of them a little bit, he would lose the person in his arms forever.

"Don't move... If you move again... I won't...buy you candy..." Another intermittent dream came from the top of my head.

Yan Che had no choice but to make do with it and go back to sleep again.

I don't know how long I slept, but a bright light came through the window, depriving the slackers of their right to sleep late.The alarm clock also rang at the right time, and the two woke up at the same time.

Following the light scent coming from the tip of his nose, An Ronghe tried to focus, seeing a messy blackness in front of his eyes, and a strange warmth came from his body.

Yan Che felt that the force of the confinement was stronger than before, and he could hardly breathe.He pushed his head buried in the young man's chest, breathed in the fresh air outside, and whispered, "Rong Yu, I...I can't breathe..."

Seeing the black ball suddenly turn into white skin, An Rongyu realized that he was not dreaming, and at the same time, finally realized what the hard object was pressing against his little brother.

He let go abruptly, and only when he heard the person in his embrace took a deep breath did he dare to speak: "Brother, I'm sorry...I didn't sleep well."

At this time, I must say something to divert the shock of the embarrassing scene just now.

Fortunately, Yan Che also understood and said: "It's okay, I don't sleep well, so I'm pressing you down?"

An Ronghe knew that Yan Che was talking about treating him as a humanoid pillow and pressing his legs on him all night.As for the little things that happen to men when they wake up in the morning, both of them tacitly say nothing about it. Since it is a normal physiological phenomenon, there is nothing much to say, and any explanation will appear to be ulterior motives.

The two sat up on the bed tacitly, covered their lower bodies with the quilt, and chatted.

"You carried me back last night?" Yan Che asked with downcast eyes.

"Well, you went out for a walk at night, you found a piece of land, and fell asleep when you sat down, and you couldn't wake up no matter how much you cried." An Rongyu replied with a smile, "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

"Thank you. I've caused you trouble again. It seems that you can't touch this wine in the future." Yan Che's face blushed, and he held his forehead, "Didn't you bother with anything else?"

"Brother, no, you've been good after drinking. You came back so dizzy, and you were arguing to take a bath." An Rongyu thought of those scenes at night, and felt that his body was getting more and more uncomfortable.

"You didn't wash it for me?" Yan Che was shocked, obviously he really didn't remember taking a bath.

I really want to - An Ronghe thought in his heart, and he answered casually: "Brother, you insist on washing yourself, don't you remember?"

Yan Che shook his head helplessly, then scratched his hair that had been crumpled into a chicken coop, and said with a smile, "However, that bayberry wine tastes really good." Then he lifted the quilt, got up and went to the bathroom, "I'll superior?"

An Rongyu nodded: "Go, brother."

When Yan Che came out, he had already brushed his teeth.Looking at his pajama pants, An Rongyu knew what happened to him when he got up at night - I hope he didn't say anything strange in his sleep when he fell asleep.

At this time, the bodies of both of them returned to normal, and there was no embarrassment. After washing, they changed their clothes and went out to have breakfast.The three elders have already cleaned up. Now those who are cooking are cooking, and those who are watering the flowers are watering the flowers.

Seeing the two of them going downstairs, An's mother, who was washing fruit, looked up and said, "Are you up? Did Xiao Che sleep well last night? Rong and that kid didn't bother you, did he? His sleeping position is ugly."

Yan Che smiled and said, "Morning uncle and aunt, I slept well and Rong Yu is very good."

An Rongyu said angrily: "Do you need to tear me down so early in the morning?"

Mother An tidied up the fruits in the basket, brought them out and said, "Hmph, if you are half as obedient as Xiao Che, I'll spare half of your units."

An Rongyu curled his lips, led Yan Che out of the door, and asked, "Is grandpa watering the flowers?"

Father An stirred the porridge in the casserole, and replied without turning his head: "Yes, go and see him."

The two went out of the gate, and grandpa was still in a navy blue Tang suit, watering unknown vegetable leaves in the field, looking radiant.

"Morning, Grandpa." The two said in unison, walking towards the vegetable field.

After some pleasantries, grandpa introduced the vegetables he took care of carefully: "You should all know this, radish, it is good to eat in winter. This is Shanghai green, it is easy to feed, grows fast, and it grows fast when eating noodles. A few. There is not much left of this lettuce. I liked to eat oyster sauce lettuce a while ago, and I even fried it for several days. Grandpa will show you a hand at night. Hey, do you know this?"

Grandpa pointed to a few green vegetable leaves and asked suddenly.For An Rongyu, who usually only waits to wash his hands to eat, this kind of green leaves can be collectively called green vegetables.In addition, he prefers to eat meat, and the types of vegetables can only distinguish between vegetables that can be eaten by leaves and vegetables that can be eaten by melons.

An Rong looked at Yan Che in confusion, he smiled, and tentatively replied, "Grandpa, is it spinach?"

Grandpa laughed happily, nodded, and continued to introduce his potatoes, shallots, and leeks.The vegetable garden is not too big, and each type of vegetable is planted with a vertical strip, which is just enough for myself to eat.Counting down, there are nearly ten different dishes, and if you change the taste every day, you can eat them for a week without repeating the same.

There are some flowers and plants planted on the other side of the yard, and in the freezing and snowy January, there are only a bunch of plums left, and clusters of garlic vines clinging to the fence, embellishing the desolate winter day in this withered and yellow solitude.

After pouring the water, the three returned home to drink porridge.The seafood porridge made by An's father, the shallots and coriander sprinkled on top are grown by my grandfather, and it always tastes more fragrant than the ones bought outside.

After digesting food, I accompanied my grandfather to draw and write in the study.Yan Che seemed to have found himself, the admiring smile on his face was not fake, it could be seen that he really enjoyed it.

Needless to say, An Rong and Zi, just letting him see Yan Che happy is enough for him to be able to laugh out loud in his dreams at night after a day of silly fun beside him.

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