"Oh hoo hoo!!!" Those few people cheered even more, with a flat-headed "tsk" sound, and smiled at the people around them: "What are the girls we brought? Look at the vulgar fans one by one. Jiang Fang brought it, I really fucking want it~"

Saying that, he made an obscene gesture of arching his hips at He Yuzheng with his flat head, and a group of people laughed and went out the door.

"Disgusting!" He Yuzheng gritted his teeth and cursed, Jiang Fang stepped forward and pressed the elevator, motioning for He Yuzheng to go in. He Yuzheng scolded as he walked, and when the elevator door closed, he said, "They're messing with your mentality."

He Yuzheng had seen a lot of the two teams playing with each other's mentality before the start of the game, but he had never encountered such a trick. Jiang Fang turned his head to look at He Yuzheng: "Are you all right?"

He Yuzheng shook his head: "I'm still afraid of him if it's all men? It's you, be careful of this group of people during the competition."

Jiang Fang nodded: "I will."

There are no rules in wild ball, and Jiang Fang has seen even more terrifying and appalling pre-match provocations. In the past, he did not form gangs and did not take the initiative to provocateurs, and he was young and would not be threatened. But this time is different. He is an adult and brought He Yuzheng here again, and he is still one of the players who get the most dividends in each game. Those people will not be so peaceful until tomorrow night's game; Whatever he had to face, Jiang Fang would bring He Yuzheng back safely.

Chapter 6 Wild Ball Game 2

He Yuzheng, who had been clamoring for sleep when he returned to the room, suddenly became less sleepy after taking a shower. When Jiang Fang also came out of the shower, he rushed to Jiang Fang and patted his pajamas: " Look, do you look familiar?"

The orange-yellow background and black striped jersey briefly accompanied Jiang Fang during his two-year youth. Jiang Fang stared at the jersey and nodded.

"I'm wearing No. 4, Qi He's." He Yuzheng turned around again and showed Jiang Fang the number and name printed on his back: "He went to youth training with you, do you remember? First team, take number 4."

"Remember." Jiang Fang said.

"Actually, I also brought the unprinted one." He Yuzheng looked at Jiang Fang's back as he walked towards the balcony, and couldn't help but said, "I originally wanted to give you a signature souvenir after you signed the contract."

Jiang Fang's back stopped, he opened the window, turned around, He Yuzheng had taken out the unprinted Shenghe FC jersey from the suitcase.

"Why don't you wear this when you're preparing tomorrow?" He Yuzheng probed.

Jiang Fang shook his head, he was leaning on the balcony, the night wind blew by, He Yuzheng's eyes flashed with disappointment, he put the jersey back, I don't know if he was talking to himself or talking to Jiang Fang, his tone was frustrated Sad: "Why won't you come with me? I won't sell you..."

"He Yuzheng." Jiang Fang's voice was mixed with the evening wind, a little cold.

He Yuzheng raised his head, Jiang Fang actually lifted his lips slightly and smiled at him.

"Don't waste your time on me." This time he said it more sincerely than ever, with a sigh in his tone and clear eyes, as if he was trying to persuade a friend who was having a tantrum.

He Yuzheng was a little stunned. He didn't know why. When Jiang Fang smiled at him like this, he seemed even more sad. He Yuzheng blinked, and then lowered his head: "You can't control it."

The room was really quiet for a while, except for the rustling of the night wind blowing the curtains. He Yuzheng was still crouching on the ground and fiddling with his luggage. Jiang Fang was leaning against the balcony and standing under the moonlight, his eyes fell on He Yuzheng. , I've been watching this for a long time.

Until a discordant voice came from next door—

- "Great!" "Ah~ uh!" "Uh~~~"

......

He Yuzheng tilted his head, looked in the direction of the sound with an absurd expression, and then looked up at Jiang Fang: "Is the sound insulation here... so bad?"

Jiang Fang turned and closed the window: "I didn't sleep just now, and now I can't sleep even if I want to."

There was schadenfreude in his words, He Yuzheng gritted his teeth and closed the suitcase: "I sleep so hard that no one can wake me up."

But it turned out that what Jiang Fang said was right. Ten minutes after He Yuzheng was lying on the bed, there was a hot magic sound that was not inferior to the room on the left, and the wooden bed was shaking. Flanking, He Yuzheng was almost stupid: "You used to live in this kind of room?"

"Yeah." Jiang Fang lay on the bed with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes to rest. He Yuzheng tossed and turned on the bed, using pillows and quilts to block his ears. He Yuzheng sat up angrily for half an hour: " Why did they take so long?!"

Jiang Fang opened his eyes, He Yuzheng's red cheeks and neck were still obvious under the weak light, but he should not be thinking about anything else, he was just angry.

"Because they are all football players." Jiang Fang explained to He Yuzheng vaguely.

He Yuzheng turned his head and looked at Jiang Fang, who was lying down, his dark pupils were full of puzzlement. Jiang Fang looked at him without blinking, He Yuzheng felt that his breath was a little hot, and then a string in his brain instantly tensed.

The moment He Yuzheng's eyes widened, Jiang Fang laughed again.

There was a shyness that climbed up from He Yuzheng's neck, all the way to his cheeks, and then to the tip of his ears. He Yuzheng got back into the quilt, wrapped himself tightly, and stopped being irritable.

Jiang Fang's words are not too difficult to understand - a game of 90 minutes, even if there is a 15-minute intermission, but as a professional football player, the ability to ensure that you can continue to run for about two hours is the most basic.

And the sports going on in the left and right rooms are much easier than the intense running and collision on the court.

There was no reason for He Yuzheng's shyness just now, but the culprit must be the person who just stared at him and laughed.

"Do you look down on me? Because I didn't react immediately?" He Yuzheng's voice was muffled, but there was a little bit of anger.

"No."

"How could I immediately think of that aspect? Although I'm a man, I'm only seventeen years old, and I don't have any..." He Yuzheng was embarrassed to go on, and for the first time felt that he was talking too much.

"I know." Jiang Fang's voice sounded softly after He Yuzheng was silent for a moment: "I didn't look down on you."