A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

Fang Yu grabbed a towel, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse, only to find a sports drink bottle in front of him.

It's still her favorite kind.

This sudden concern made her feel a little uncomfortable, and she ended up drinking a beverage.

The words "thank you" stuck in my throat; I just couldn't say them.

"Pfft, thank you. If you don't want to say it, you don't have to. You don't have to make things so difficult for yourself."

Seeing Fang Yu's conflicted expression, Su Chen knew why.

We haven't known each other for very long.

But he had watched satirical dramas before, and Fang Yu's temperament was that of an arrogant rich kid.

In addition, he was a boxer.

He has a very short temper.

I didn't have any bad intentions, but I wanted her to say something apologetic or thank me.

That's almost impossible.

Fang Yu nodded.

She raised her chin, looked away, and ignored him.

Su Chen handed another bottle of beverage to Lan Weiwei.

"How did you know Fang Yu likes this kind of drink?" Lan Weiwei unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and looked at the machine next to her: "There should be quite a few types of sports drinks inside."

Fang Yu also listened attentively.

"..." Su Chen said quite frankly, "Because I like to drink this one."

"Then you and the coach have quite similar personalities."

Lan Weiwei handed the water bottle to Su Chen and then turned to look at Fang Yu.

Yesterday's training session is still fresh in my mind.

Especially after Fang Yu's final teasing, Lan Weiwei felt a surge of revenge.

"Coach, I'm rested enough, let's continue."

Fang Yu: ? ? ? ? ? ?

You've had a good rest, but didn't you see how exhausted I was?

She was very familiar with Lan Weiwei's gaze at that moment.

That was the look in Fang Yu's eyes—a look of someone who had finally gotten revenge. He often saw it on the fighting stage.

Does she think I'm easy to bully now?

Fang Yu did a somersault.

Stretched his muscles.

Lan Weiwei was completely stunned. Shouldn't she be exhausted?

Before Lan Weiwei could regret it, Fang Yu pulled her back to the center.

He gave her a cold smile.

"Come on, let me see the results of this day and a half of training."

Followed by.

Lan Weiwei experienced the most inhumane hour in the past two days.

"Ah!!! Coach, I was wrong! Please forgive me because I'm older!"

"No, no, no! My bones are about to break!"

"Hey! Don't move around, you want to move your own things?"

Watching the two train.

Su Chen felt a heat on his nose, reached out and touched it, then held it in front of his eyes.

"Luckily I didn't get a nosebleed, otherwise it would have been too embarrassing."

Wait until the two of them finish.

Lan Weiwei lay motionless on the ground.

His condition was even worse than Fang Yu's before; he didn't even know when his hair tie had broken.

Her hair was casually resting on the floor.

My chest heaved.

Fang Yu stood to the side, panting, a smile appearing on his face.

"That feels good! If I had known you liked real combat so much, I would have come right away!"

"Continue tomorrow!"

Lan Weiwei, who had been lying motionless on the ground, immediately looked up upon hearing this.

Looking at Fang Yu's expression that left no room for refusal.

She lay back down, exhausted.

The blue tracksuit clung to my body, and sweat seeped through the clothes onto the ground.

"Help her relax a bit, otherwise she won't even be able to stand up."

"I'm going to take a shower first, then I'll go back to the lounge. Lan Weiwei, if you want a massage later, you can come over. If you don't want one, you can leave now."

Watching Fang Yu leave.

Su Chen came to Lan Weiwei's side.

Do you need a massage?

Lan Weiwei raised her jade-like arm, revealing her pair of peach blossom eyes.

He glanced at Su Chen.

Eyes facing each other.

The next instant, she looked away as if she had been electrocuted.

"Then you can try it if you want."

"Um......"

Lan Weiwei felt as if she had returned to the clouds.

This feeling is very familiar.

Exactly the same as yesterday.

Lan Weiwei bit her lip lightly.

He forced one eye open and looked at Su Chen.

"The person I saw yesterday was you, wasn't it?"

Su Chen: "......"

Seeing Su Chen remain silent, Lan Weiwei smiled and said, "It seems I know more about you than Yang Tao does. Our relationship should be closer now."

"Why do you always like to compare yourself to her? Can't you just be a normal best friend?"

Su Chen pinched her leg, suddenly feeling a little curious.

“Our mothers are friends, you should know that. They’ve been comparing themselves since they were little – their husbands, their clothes, their shoes.”

“We two daughters are no exception; we often compare them. Yangtao has always had good grades, is pretty, and is well-liked, while I am not…”

Lan Weiwei slowly shared her thoughts over the past few years.

To put it simply, it's jealousy.

Yang Tao is always better than her at everything, even her boyfriend.

The first one was a scumbag, so I won't mention him.

The second one is not only handsome but also considerate, and most importantly, he cares about the women around him.

Who wouldn't like a man like that?

Most importantly, Yang Tao doesn't seem to be planning to stop her this time.

They even tacitly agree to it.

Lan Weiwei's legs suddenly moved.

He turned to look at Su Chen.

"I tried to add you on WeChat last time, but you didn't accept. Could you please accept? There's something interesting to watch tonight."

286: The daring Lan Weiwei goes braless.