Hearing Ji Yu's words, everyone was stunned.

Ji Yushi never talked about personal affairs in front of them. This was the first time that he talked about his own affairs.

Tang Le asked, "Consultant Ji, do you have a boyfriend?!"

Ji Yushi nodded, admitting that he was neat and generous, as if it wasn't something that embarrassed him to speak out about his sexual orientation in front of this team of legendary homophobic teammates.

During the monsoon season, he is usually dignified and cold-hearted, and he has a bookish air that only high-level intellectuals can have. When he was in danger, he was always able to do it without forcing it, and his combat power was no worse than their group of guardians. In addition, his appearance is too outstanding, making him a dazzling and magical existence in the hearts of everyone, and Lin Xinlan, who disgusted everyone in the team, is not at the same level and cannot be compared.

If Lin Xinlan is said to be the mud that makes people afraid to get on it, then during the monsoon rain, it is a cloud that cannot be touched in the sky. It is really the difference between cloud and mud.

Tang Le was curious: "What does Consul Ji's boyfriend do?"

Everyone walked across the lawn together.

Song Qinglan and Tang Qi walked ahead, wondering if they were paying attention to their conversation.

Not only Tang Le is curious about what her boyfriend will be like in Jiyushi, but everyone is actually curious, what kind of person a person like Jiyushi will like, and what kind of person can match him.

What does a boyfriend do?

Regarding this question, Ji Yushi thought about it and said, "Master of desktop cleaning."

Tang Le scratched the back of his head: "Master of desktop cleaning?"

Song Qinglan paused and asked, "What else?"

Three boyfriends, one is a desktop cleaning master, what do the other two do?

Tang Qi and Tang Le didn't understand, but Ji Yushi immediately understood what Song Qinglan meant, and said lightly, "Same profession."

Everyone has never heard of this profession, and they only think that there is something wrong with the conversation between the two of them.

Song Qinglan didn't speak any more, she just turned her head and continued walking.

Tang Qi is not a talkative person, but Tang Le just complements him. Often times, if he wants to know, Tang Le will automatically ask for him. Along the way, Tang Le was chatting with Ji Yushi.

Tang Le: "How did you meet?"

Tian Qiong's work is so busy, it is not conducive to the cultivation of feelings, otherwise the seventh team will not be single. Even if the sexual orientation is different, Tang Le is eager to get off the list or wants to learn some experience.

Ji Yushi: "It looked pleasing to the eye outside, and they both liked each other, so I took it home."

Tang Le was shocked, he couldn't learn this: "This, so fast!"

Ji Yushi still said lightly, "Yeah."

Tang Le: "It was love at first sight?!"

Ji Yushi: "That's right."

Going up the steps, they walked up to the carved doorway, Song Qinglan's back was in front of Ji Yushi.

Song Qinglan's shoulder blades could be faintly seen under the white T-shirt, and the outline of her back also looked very solid. Walking in this quaint courtyard, Song Qinglan's sense of aggression did not go against her.

Somehow, Ji Yushi knew that the other party was upset.

It seemed that the more they talked, the faster Song Qinglan walked.

Maybe can't hear it anymore.

"It's love at first sight." Tangle sighed, "Then your boyfriend must look good! I think Ji Counsel must be very high! What kind of type is he?!"

Ji Yu did not deny the saying "good -looking": "Type ... be cute?"

His three cats are not cold at all. Even the little orange in the bubble world is still sticky, probably he attracts that type of cat.

Tang Le almost choked.

cute? Tangle somewhat doubted life. Is the Ji consultant who occupied above the relationship?

In the team, he was afraid that he would not only think that Ji Yu was an affected party, and it seemed that their ideas should be improved.

"When you are coquettish, when I don't let me go, I am very cute."

When walked to the door, Song Qinglan's back stopped.

Ji Yu drooked the eyelashes and ended the topic.

The interior of this courtyard is completely different from everyone's imagination.

As soon as the door enters the door, it is a smooth ground and walls, all kinds of black equipment, and bright lights -this house is not a comfortable and elegant living room, it turned out to be in the combat training ground in the sky.

Li Chun almost fell: "Fuck, Song team, why do you have such a place in your transit station?"

Tang Le: "Day, is it really a training ground?"

Isn't the transit station tailored by the sky, isn't it comfortable? Everyone should be here to eat, drink, and enjoy it. Why is there such a perverted setting?

Song Qinglan's expression was slightly changed.

In fact, when he appeared here alone, it was indeed a living room. How did you go out and go back and come back. Here is a complete change? Only what he knew was that he really had an urge to play a heart in the training room, as if his chest had an inexplicable depression in his chest, and he needed to vent.

Song Qinglan walked back to the sandbag without looking back: "It makes me feel relaxed and comfortable here, can I?"

Duan Wen walked in front of the ring, and pulled a smile on Song Qinglan: "Captain, play one?"

Song Qinglan: "I won't let you."

Duan Wen: "If you don't let it go, don't let it, my fuck wants to have a trick with the strong."

After finally turning off the cracks of time and space, they escaped from the overpowing bubble world, but they went back to this place, and they couldn't get away from the control of the sky.

A group of big men, instead of depressed, might as well spend the rest period.

Song Qinglan found a black bandage and wrapped in his hands slowly.

He took off his shoes, turned his feet to the ring, and had changed his clothes in his heart. Gray T -shirts and black shorts are common costumes in the training ground of guardians.

The two were face -to -face, and Duan Wen also put on the same clothes, but he was compared with Song Qinglan a lot.

Since the fighting instructor of the guardian trainer training camp, Song Qinglan has rarely been in the team with teammate Battle.

Except for Zhou Mingxuan, the people in the usual team are beaten in front of Song Qinglan.

In this illusion, Duan Wen took the initiative to go up, and his teammates all watched the excitement.

"Brother Wen! Do him!"

"do not mention it!"

"Team Song, don't hit Brother Wen in the face!"

Song Qinglan added a hair band to her forehead, tying the hair on her forehead to prevent sweat from dripping. As soon as she entered the ring, Song Qinglan became even more aggressive.

With a high nose bridge and sharp eyes, he ticked Duan Wen with the palm of his right hand and said briefly, "Come on."

The two competed for half a circle, Duan Wen slammed a right uppercut and was dodged by Song Qinglan.

Without waiting for Duan Wen to react, Song Qinglan bent over and punched him in the stomach as the fist wind swept past.

Duan Wen exclaimed bitterly, knowing that Song Qinglan has always been steady and ruthless, and will never wait for him to have a chance to fight back, just scolding her legs and swiping up. Song Qinglan seemed to have expected it long ago, grabbing Duan Wen's right leg and dragging it, Duan Wen rolled over in the air when he landed, barely standing still.

The movements of the two are full of strength, neat and crisp, and a few short strokes are enough to make one's eyes shine.

It can be seen that they did not give each other water.

But Song Qinglan was quite patient this time, and she didn't end the confrontation soon. He always waited for Duan Wen to attack, and then backhanded and left no room, as if he was teasing Duan Wen.

This angered Duan Wen, his original composure disappeared, and he quickly became confused, and his shots were quick and ruthless.

Amidst the sound of fists hitting the flesh and cheers after waves, the two of them were covered in sweat, and they passed fifty or sixty strokes in a short time.

Duan Wen was very quickly crushed to death in the ring, his nose bruised and his face swollen, gasping for breath: "No, I won't come."

"How many times have I told you not to rush."

Song Qinglan was also beaten by Duan Wen so that the corners of her mouth turned black. He stretched out his hand, "After being provoked, I can't hold my breath, I'm sure every time I lose."

Duan Wen grabbed the captain's hand and stood up, the sweat on his face slowly disappeared, and said, wiping his sweat, "Fuck, does this have anything to do with me being able to hold my breath?"

Duan Wen left, and another person came up on the stage.

This time it's Tang Qi.

The audience cheered.

"Tang Qi is awesome!"

"Brother! Let's go!! Let's do the next game for Team Song first!"

Song Qinglan glanced down the stage, and found that this group of people actually opened beer, and dared to treat him as a free TV show.

Even in the monsoon season, he took a can and stood with his teammates with great interest.

Tang Qi was in high spirits, but he followed in Duan Wen's footsteps and was soon slaughtered.

Li Chun was climbing up the stage, Song Qinglan admired his courage very much, and then refused: "Go down."

Li Chun: "Fuck? I'm not worthy?"

Song Qinglan looked at him condescendingly: "I don't want to play with you, I'll change to the old Zhou."

"Old Zhou!"

"Old Zhou!"

Amidst the cheers, Li Chun yelled and walked off the ring.

Zhou Mingxuan's eyes narrowed his eyes as Song Qinglan's comrades in the army. As a person who knows Song Qinglan's fighting routine most, as another fighting instructor, Zhou Mingxuan and Song Qinglan are equivalent to the same.

He was already provoked, waiting for it to go.

Zhou Mingxuan handed the beer tank in his hand and handed it off: "Hold it for my brother."

Tang Le immediately took it, and said, "I am optimistic about you, I am optimistic about you, and frustrate the surname Song's qi!"

Li Chun also put on a dog's leg to put on Zhou Mingxuan's shoulders: "Brother, come on, I am also optimistic about you, the Song team is too arrogant, you must help his brother revenge, let him see you."

Zhou Mingxuan said comfortably: "It's good to say, it's good to say."

Song Qinglan had finished a bottle of mineral water on the stage. The sweat flowed down with his neck, and the original black hair became messy. It looked a little more wild and full of danger.

Only by fighting with Zhou Mingxuan, so Song Qinglan left him to the end.

Song Qinglan: "If you have enough, you will come up if you perform enough."

Zhou Mingxuan shrugged and moved to the stage.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded: "Wait a minute."

At a glance, everyone spoke turned out to be Ji Yu.

The beer in Ji Yu was disappeared, and he replaced it with a bandage. He was wrapped around him around.

Everyone: "???"

No, shouldn't the Ji consultant mean that they think?

Ji Yuji is the thinnest among these people. There is no skill in front of the fighting field. Song Qinglan will not make Ji Yu uncomfortable with a brute force. They were shocked and wanted to persuade Ji Yu.

"Ji consultant!"

"Listen to my quarter consultant, don't fight with the Song team."

"Yeah, let's not make fun!"

Ji Yu had been entangled in the bandage, and in the eyes of the public, he turned on the ring lightly as a swallow.

He stood opposite Song Qinglan, and he was long and jade, and he had no sweaty beads all over his body.

"Song team, come?" He asked his palm and asked.