This is simple. No matter how poor Young Master Lin is, he can still bake a few slices of bread according to the instructions. Although the first slice is burnt, it is barely edible. Yesterday, went to the supermarket to buy some milk. opened a box and warmed it in hot water. He didn't like drinking milk before. Since he came back from Wenchang Street, he has been drinking a cup every day. After all, he is still growing.

After Lin Yuyan finished eating, he received a call from Gu Yaoyang and asked him, "Are you sober?"

really……

Lin Yuyan was a little embarrassed: "I didn't cause you any trouble last night, did I?"

Gu Yaoyang said, "No."

"Well, then I didn't do anything weird, right?" Although he couldn't remember clearly, he knew that some people would drink too much and go crazy, cry and make trouble, and even run naked.

"no."

"Really?"

Gu Yaoyang said, "Your wine is good."

Lin Yuyan instantly relaxed and wanted to hang up the phone, but Gu Yaoyang said lightly: "I just cry and make trouble, and dangle around with bare buttocks."

...

"Boom!" Lin Yuyan felt dizzy and felt that the sky was falling.

He paused alone for a while, but he didn't quite believe it. After all, Gu Yaoyang always lied to him, so maybe this time he was also teasing him?

After thinking about it, was not very relieved. When the afternoon was approaching, put on coat and took backpack and went to the club.

light3 only accepts 50 players for special training every year. In addition to boxing, there are a series of other fighting events such as judo, sanda, and taekwondo.

Lin Yuyan didn't have a chance to come in yesterday, but today he stood in the lobby on the first floor and looked at it. It was a little different from what he had imagined. He thought this place was mostly made of reinforced concrete and iron art, but he didn't expect that there were many different styles hanging on the walls. The romantic oil painting, with a familiar style, reminded him of Mr. Zeng Yi he had just met not long ago, but it was not exactly the same, and there was a slight difference if you looked closely.

Still wanting to take a closer look, the beautiful black lady at the front desk showed neat white teeth and said to him, "G is on the third floor, the elevator is on the left, you can go straight up."

Lin Yuyan thanked her, turned to look at the oil painting on the wall, and got on the elevator.

The third floor is very large, with four or five small arenas. There are some sandbags and soft rubber pads hanging around, which should be to prevent players from falling.

Gu Yaoyang was teaching the contestants a lesson, still the close-fitting hurdle vest, overalls and black half boots.

Lin Yuyan didn't come forward to disturb him, he took off his coat and stood by and waited quietly. Counting down, he has seen Gu Yaoyang many times, but it is the first time that he feels so serious and serious.

He looks really fierce. Although his face is expressionless, one look can make a player dare not speak out. Lin Yuyan has also experienced it once, but he still thinks it is much gentler than this.

He thought for a while, followed Gu Yaoyang's expression and glanced at the mirror on the wall. Before he was shocked by others, he made himself laugh.

The training ground was going through a one-on-one back fall. Suddenly, a tall and strong player walked up to Gu Yaoyang and challenged him.

The selector was nearly two meters wide and twice as wide as Gu Yaoyang. Without saying a word, he directly waved his fist at him.

Lin Yuyan immediately stood up from the rest area, and his heart followed in his throat. Fortunately, Gu Yaoyang dodged in time, kicked his knee to his jaw, and kicked the strong man out.

"Guess, he can knock this person down in a few seconds?" At this moment, someone was talking beside Lin Yuyan.

Lin Yuyan didn't have time to turn his head, for fear that Gu Yaoyang would be hit and make a mistake, even if he knew that he was good at it, he still clasped his palm tightly and broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, that player was not Gu Yaoyang's opponent. In just four or five seconds, he was thrown to the ground with a neat over-the-shoulder, and he couldn't even get up.

Lin Yuyan breathed a sigh of relief instantly, turned his head again, and almost sat on the ground.

"Zeng, Mr. Zeng?!"

The person who came was Zeng Yi, a painter whom he met at the art exhibition not long ago. He also glanced at Lin Yuyan and said with a smile, "It's a coincidence."

Ten minutes later, Gu Yaoyang left the get out of class. He went to the lounge to change his clothes first, then walked to Lin Yuyan's side, shook his hand at him and said, "Let's go."

Lin Yuyan was a little dazed. It wasn't until he walked out of the door of light3 and the cold wind blew that he grabbed Gu Yaoyang's clothes and said excitedly, "You, do you know who I just saw?"

Gu Yaoyang asked, "Who is it?"

Lin Yuyan excitedly ran in front of him and walked backwards: "It's Zeng Yi! A famous painter, do you know?"

"Oh." Gu Yaoyang said lazily, "I know."

"He turned out to be the boss of light3!"

"Ah." Gu Yaoyang plugged his ears and said perfunctorily, "It's amazing."

"Yes, yes, I like him very much. He is one of my favorite painters. I met him once in China before, but I forgot to sign." Lin Yuyan stopped and pulled Gu Yaoyang's wrist away He blocked his ears and continued to say excitedly, "This time is finally here!"

Gu Yaoyang asked, "Where is the signature?"

Lin Yuyan took off the schoolbag behind him, held it in front of Gu Yaoyang, pointed to a string of big characters with flying and phoenix dance, and said, "Here!"

Gu Yaoyang took out a cigarette but didn't light it, and asked, "Are you so happy to get the autograph?"

Lin Yuyan nodded again and again, and the corners of his mouth cracked to the back of his head.

Gu Yaoyang looked at his unpromising look, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What if you let him teach you how to draw?"

"What, what?" Lin Yuyan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly carried his schoolbag back, "Yes, is it alright?"

"Is there anything wrong? He should have been busy recently. I can help you ask."

"Really, really?"

"Of course it's true." Gu Yaoyang glanced at the strap of his schoolbag, pouted his lips without a trace, and was just about to order a cigarette, when Lin Yuyan jumped up and put his arms around his neck: "Can you really let him teach me how to draw? Right?" He was happily carried away and hugged him subconsciously.

Gu Yaoyang was so full of himself that the cigarette butts were broken, so he had to put away the lighter again, ready to go back and replace it with a new one, "Really."