For more than half a year, the number of times the two have been intimate with real guns and live ammunition has ranged from a hundred to dozens of times.
After all, this person's physique is not comparable to his strength. With thin arms and thin legs, in Huo Yunchuan's eyes, he looks vulnerable.
"Forget it." Huo Yunchuan originally wanted to take advantage of the holiday to treat himself well, but the opponent had to play at Shangda University tomorrow, although he definitely didn't have to play: "I owe it first, I'll talk about it after the game."
The unsatiated man got off the bed and walked into the bathroom carelessly.
"..." An Wuyang was speechless for a while, but he was grateful to him for being so good at talking tonight.
As a herbivorous animal with little desire, An Wuyang simply cannot understand the other party's urgent need for bed.
Maybe not old enough
"Q is big, right? I'll accompany you tomorrow." Huo Yunchuan said beside the bed, his tone unquestionable.
"Ah?" An Wuyang made a confused syllable.
"I said I would accompany you." Huo Yunchuan said, "Dun Dun's head was knocked stupidly?"
"No." An Wuyang gritted his teeth and thought to himself, obviously being fooled by you: "Okay." In fact, I always go home on weekends, so it's rare to have the opportunity to go out for a walk together.
"Then I'll send a message to the president." An Wuyang said.
Community WeChat group.
An Wuyang: @President Zhang, President, I want to take someone with me when I leave for Q University tomorrow, is that okay
Zhang Er replied: It is better not to bring irrelevant personnel.
Safe and sound: My sir! He can play tennis and finish runner-up.
Zhang Er's heart moved when he saw the news of the club's little rookie. As far as he knew, the little rookie's husband was the president of the Huo family
What is this concept
Absolutely bring a good cut!
Zhang Er immediately said, "OK, you can bring him here."
On the morning of the first day of the long holiday, at eight o'clock, at the gate of the business.
Now many students have gone home, including some members of the tennis club, so the number of students is sparse, and some cheerleaders are needed, such as Britney.
However, An Wuyang has a sense of mission, and he doesn't feel that he is slack because of the number of people.
So Huo Yunchuan carried three people, Zhang Er drove three people, and eight people in two cars, heading to Q University in a mighty way.
When they arrived at their destination, eight people in uniform, with tennis rackets in their hands, looked like they were looking for trouble.
Huo always accompanies the little angel to be a cheerleader. At the age of 31 this year, when he put on his sportswear, he immediately looked much younger than the usual formal appearance.
About Mo looks to be in his early twenties.
It is not abrupt to stand with An Wuyang in the same sportswear.
It's just that Huo Yunchuan, as always, is taciturn and doesn't speak easily, and speaking is the focus of decision-making.
Several business students in the same group knew his identity, and as a safe classmate and alumnus, they didn't have any similar ideas.
What everyone should do is no different from usual.
"They're here." Zhang Er made a phone call, got the location, and led a group of people on foot.
An Wuyang and Huo Yunchuan walked behind.
"Hey, our president has won the men's championship in the youth group, isn't it amazing?" The man who was a head shorter poked at the tall man next door.
Huo Yunchuan raised his eyebrows, this guy, when he praised other men for being awesome in his own face, wouldn't he die
"Really?" It was obviously a look of indifference.
"Yes," An Wuyang held the racket, and told him the ins and outs of this friendly match very seriously: "It is said that the president of the tennis club of Q University was a loser of our president a few years ago, so he always wanted to organize another tournament. game."
He touched his chin and pondered, "People like me who have no competitive spirit really don't understand the difference between losing and winning?"
Zhang Er heard the little rookie muttering in front of him, raised his chin and turned around and said, "Of course there is a difference, it's a shame to lose to others, understand?"
"Uh..." So serious
"He's right." President Huo Da raised his hand and put his hand on the back of the little angel's head: "It is indeed a shame to lose to others."
On the campus of Q University during the holidays, there were also many students who did not leave the school.
Seeing this group of handsome guys with above-average looks traveling in a group, they took a second look and even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Soon, the two gangs gathered at the stadium.
Q University is worthy of being a famous school. The place where people play is much better than the pitifully small stadium of their Shang University.
However, Zhang Er won't feel inferiority complex. Although the court with big Q is big, but it's a matter of who is the loser
At this time, Zhang Er went to negotiate, and the cheerleaders stayed in the stands.
An Wuyang admired sincerely: "The president is really confident."
No matter where he is, he is as arrogant as a peacock... Wait a minute, An Wu suddenly realized that his attention to the president was unusual.
After thinking about it carefully, he finally solved the mystery.
Isn't such a president just like Huo Yunchuan in his youth
"It seems that you really appreciate him." Huo Yunchuan didn't know what An Wuyang was thinking, he only trusted his ears.
"It's better to say I admire you." An Wuyang said, "Don't you think our president is very similar to you in your youth?"
Huo Yunchuan glanced at Zhang Er, who looked like a peacock, and said coldly, "It's not like that."
An Wuyang's eyes fixed on the field, and when he saw the president taking out his racket to warm up, he was immediately excited: "President! Come on!"
The audience immediately looked at him.
Zhang Er twitched the corners of his mouth: "Little rookie..." Not only dish but also a little silly!
"Tsk tsk, is that your club member?" The opponent came over: "Don't you have high requirements for your team members? When did you fall to the point of picking up junk?"
"Trash?" Zhang Erpi looked at him with a smile, and then looked back at the young man sitting next to the rookie: "What should I do, I think I can kill you at any time."
Opponent: "You!"
He was stubborn even when he was about to die.
"Calm down, okay?" Huo Yunchuan locked the excited boy back into his arms, hoping that the little angel would quietly snuggle up to him and watch a ball, instead of cheering for other men, he would go crazy.
"Oh, kick-off!" An Wuyang leaned on her husband obediently, and looked at the field intently.
Contrary to him, the other team members did not show very excited expressions on their faces.
Senior Lian was worried and frowned.
After three rounds of kick-off, Huo Yunchuan said lightly, "Your president has an injury on his hand, and you are not the opponent's opponent."
"Huh?" An Wuyang looked at him in surprise.
Senior Lian heard it next to him, and was equally surprised: "Mr. Huo, can you tell?" Yes, their president has an injury on his hand and cannot play high-intensity games.
"You know it's a losing game, why do you want to fight?" Huo Yunchuan rarely cares about other people's affairs with interest, instead of letting the situation develop without his own concern.
Senior Lian hurriedly said: "I think I want to use this competition to accept the fact that I am injured, just to adjust my mentality, and I don't care who the opponent is."
An Wuyang was thoughtful and admired the president's consciousness very much: "I think even if he loses this game, he is still great."
"The third time." Huo Yunchuan gave the little angel a particularly dangerous look.
Eat this kind of flying vinegar too!
An Wuyang was very helpless, but he didn't dare to continue to challenge the man's nerves: "Okay, let's watch the ball carefully."
As soon as the words fell, the young man standing in the court, in order to catch a dangerous ball, let go of the tennis racket in his hand and flew out of the court out of control.
The players in the stands all stood up and looked worried.
"Do you still need a comparison?" The opponent said condescendingly, looking at the young man who was a little confused.
"I really don't know what you're talking about?" Zhang Er smiled sarcastically, turning his sore wrist: "You already knew my hand was injured, right?"
Otherwise, if the middle is empty for two years, why wait until the third year to make an appointment
"Heh." The man said, "The process is not important, the important thing is the result. The result now is that you lose."
"Tsk..." Zhang Er caught a glimpse of the figure coming from afar, showing a surprised look.
The opponent looked back along his line of sight, raised his eyebrows with his arms folded: "What? Are you looking for help?" No one said anything, he said arrogantly: "It seems that your business university wants to lose completely."
Zhang Er thought disdainfully, idiot, that's not a business student.
The man was so loud, An Wuyi, who was following behind Huo Yunchuan, frowned and thought, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Yunchuan, do you want to fight him?"
Huo Yunchuan hummed lightly, "Everything is fine."
Holding the racket that flew out just now, he walked over to Zhang Er and returned it. Zhang Er didn't stretch out his hand: "Mr. Huo, since you're here, move your muscles."
"Yes." An Wuyang whispered: "Although this person won, he has no manners at all. I think he owes a lesson."
"Yeah." Huo Yunchuan nodded in response.
There was a man who didn't play tennis much for more than ten years. After doing a few warm-ups on the spot, he said to the person opposite, "Let's start."
An Wuyang and Zhang Er retreated to the sidelines.
"...He hasn't played tennis for more than ten years." Britney, who encouraged Huo's father to play, gave a serious look of worry.
"What?" Zhang Er's mouth twitched wildly.
Since that Mr. Huo hasn't had much tennis for more than ten years! But the whole body exudes the momentum of 'I am the first in the world', what is going on
In any case, the president of the Tennis Club of Shangda University has already prepared all the members to be embarrassed and thrown into Q University today, and has no hope for this friendly match.
In the stands, the other players had the same opinion, only one of them said unsurely: "I seem to have seen a report somewhere that Mr. Huo used to be a tennis player..."
The field ushered in his first serve.
Everyone opened their eyes and let out a surprised: "Ah..."
It turned out that Huo Yunchuan played very steadily, and there was no sign of his hand at all. This was due to the result of occasionally reviewing tennis with the little angel during this time.
"!!" Take the lead to get a point.
When the president was overjoyed, he heard An Wuyou let out a sigh of relief: "It turns out that his real level is like this, so I can rest assured."
Zhang Er couldn't control his curious mouth: "What do you mean?"
Could it be that as a partner, the little rookie didn't even know Mr. Huo's true level
"Ah..." The little rookie scratched his head embarrassedly: "Sometimes he plays with me, he can't even catch my ball..."
However, An Wuyang thought that this was a scapegoat that had not been fought for more than ten years. Today, it seems that it is a problem of strong and strong!
What
Mr. Huo, who killed all sides on the field, couldn't even catch the ball from a rookie
fart!
Zhang Er rolled his big white eyes and thought, that was deliberately releasing water, right? As a competitive player who cares about winning or losing, he feels that Mr. Huo is a shame for a competitive person!
"Fortunately, he can show his strength when he meets a strong opponent." An Wuyang rubbed his chin in thought.
Zhang Er replied in his heart, you can pull it down.
"Huh?" The little angel blinked and asked a cautious question: "President, why did he change his hand to hold the clap?"
President Zhang, who was already unable to complain, simply knelt down: "..."
He felt that this newcomer to the club was terribly 'sweet'.
What does it mean to exert one's strength, that is obviously to release water, release water, release water!
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