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He turned his head immediately.

The reaction was quick, but at that moment, he was still hugged by someone with his arms around his thighs and his feet flying into the air.

"Think about me." After hugging him around, Cen Si didn't let go, and asked him with a smile.

Jiang Shiye put his hands on his shoulders, blushing: "...have you watched too many idol dramas?"

Cen Si ignored him and only asked, "I don't think so."

"...What do you think?"

Even though Jiang Shiye said that, he buried his face in Cen Si's shoulder, and the brim of his peaked cap made Cen Si's neck itch.

Cen Si laughed softly: "Then I'm at a loss. I've been training for three months, and I miss you every day."

"...Are you oily or not?"

Cen Si quickly changed his words: "Okay, five days of training with no relatives, one day I miss you."

"...you can pull it down." Jiang Shiye tugged at Cen Si's hair, "It's not safe here, let go of your hands."

Indeed, the tenderness of this place is only suitable to the point.

Cen Si finally let go, and took Jiang Shiye's shoulder again: "Come on, let's go home."

Jiang Shiye was taken aback: "Can you go home, the competition will be held tomorrow."

"That's right, just because of the competition tomorrow, hurry up and sneak home today, I'll just come back in the afternoon."

"Aren't you training?"

"It's okay. I also did the key training in the morning. It's the last day before the game. There's no need to be so tight. I want to relax."

They sneaked and hurried home.

Cen Si lay on the sofa like a dead fish.

Jiang Shiye was sitting, hugging his legs, folding his palms together, kneading and massaging, relaxing his muscles with skilled and professional techniques.

"Ah, it's so cool."

Cen Si rested his chin on his arm, sighed while looking at his phone.

Jiang Shiye ignored his voice and was very focused.

I haven't touched such a pair of legs in three months, and the palms are put down, as if playing a long-lost guitar.

The fingertips slid over the Achilles tendon with selfishness, like my own heartstrings, stretched long and tight.

Suddenly, Cen Si asked him.

"Are my muscles getting harder?"

Jiang Shiye nodded.

"Forget it, it's useless to ask you. I've always been tough, and I've never been soft."

"..."

But what he said was right, Cen Si had been stiff all the time - Jiang Shiye meant that the muscles on his legs were wrapped quite tightly.

This person's legs are not thin, they look well-proportioned only because they are extra long.When his legs were pressed across Jiang Shiye's body, it was a weight and dimension that should not be underestimated.

Jiang Shiye felt as if he was hugging a piano - damn it, it's been a long time since saw it. always think about musical instruments, and there is always a weird urge to play on the skin.

Stronger again.

"Are you tired?" he asked him.

Cen Si swiped the phone screen: "I'm so tired, I'm exhausted. I don't even have the energy to take a shower at night, but I remind myself every day, I'll send you a message when I go to bed."

"But you don't send it every day."

"Sometimes I'm so tired that I fall asleep as soon as I go to bed. This training is really not human." Cen Si said that the closed management did not give him too many opportunities to share and communicate remotely, "What about you? Did you take my advice?.”

"You don't need to worry about me, I want to rely on myself." Jiang Shiye squeezed his calf, "...I don't want to participate in the draft for the time being."

"Why."

"I don't want to."

"You are not allowed to fall in love because of the draft, right? Zombie, my team rules are strict. Look, I am not afraid." Cen Si rolled his arms and patted his waist, "We are already committing a crime."

"Don't be in a hurry. My level is not enough, I want to apply for country F—"

"Then you're fine. I'll accompany me when I go to Paris. My family will accompany me." Cen Si was immersed in his plan.

The word "family" made Jiang Shiye abandon all kinds of thoughts in his mind in an instant, swallowed what he hadn't finished speaking, and asked, "Won't someone find out?"

"Quietly." Cen Si changed his posture and continued to look at the phone.

Jiang Shiye hummed, and glanced across the screen of his mobile phone.

"What are you looking at."

"The memo is just to record some thoughts during the replay. I usually like to go through this before the game. Do you want to read it?"

Jiang Shiye took his cell phone.

Cen Si remembers very carefully, not only the replay records, but also the tactical strategy, the style and statistics of key opponents, and even the training skills that flashed in his mind, with various auxiliary pictures and game videos inserted, which can be called the complete set of his fencing system.summary.

Jiang Shiye didn't quite understand, so he only clicked on one place and asked, "Why didn't you remember anything from Franco?"

"The coach said that I should focus on the players ranked 5-15 in the world points ranking. Franço will leave it alone. I am really short on time."

"...But don't you still want to win the championship?"

"That being said." Cen Si rubbed the back of his neck, "But do you know how much I rank in the world now?"

"57."

"Wow, you know me so well." Cen Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"But didn't you just join the team not long ago, didn't you play much in the races, and you didn't have any points at all."

"Yes. But I'm not sure what my level is. The coach gave me the top 20 circles, so my first task is to thoroughly study the opponents in this range. Franco, this guy...He is so damn comprehensive, his style is similar to mine, and I can't find any loopholes."

Jiang Shiye always felt that he was boasting.

"And he has the weird asynchronous technique inherited from the ancestors of country J. His speed is very fast, and it actually beats me."

"...But I think his sense of rhythm is not as good as yours."

Cen Si was taken aback.

He sat upright, crossed his legs, and opened his eyes wide: "What do you mean? Have you watched him compete?"

"No." Jiang Shiye rubbed the back of his neck. He and Cen Si both have the habit of touching the back of their necks, and they don't know who learned who.I watched his game video in that account...I'm talking nonsense."

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