Host, You're Targeted

Until 5:30 p.m., the base's aunt came to the training room of the first team and urged several times. Song Zhiye and Xu Qingdu put down the mouse to eat.

At the end of the day, Xu Qingdu left three walls with a gun. Ren Ziwu, who only showed half his head by the window, fell down. When Lin Shiwen went to save him, he was beaten down again by song Zhiye.

After receiving their two heads, song Zhiye and Xu Qingdu went down.

Xu Qingdu went to the toilet. Song Zhiye sat in his seat and waited for him to have dinner together.

Song Zhiye leaned on his position and took his mobile phone and looked at Ren Ziwu's message.

Ren Ziwu: don't go! A few more games! ???

Song Zhiye quickly pressed the keyboard: "no, we are going to have dinner. ???

[Ren Ziwu: Damn it! Song Zhiye, you are not kind! Where's this Pluto from, cute? Is it so showy? Who is it? Who is it? ???

Song Zhiye replied: "Oh, my family. ???

Xu Qingdu had already come out. Seeing song Zhiye still sitting there, he called out: "don't you go to dinner? My aunt has called several times

"Well, here it is." Song Zhiye shoved his cell phone into his pocket, pushed open the chair, opened the door of the training room, took his shoulder and walked out, "isn't this waiting for you? The food in our base is very good, and the aunt is also very good. You can tell her what you want to eat

Xu Qingdu glanced at Song Zhiye's hand on his shoulder and did not clap his hand down.

"Actually Xu Qingdu thought about it for a while when he went downstairs. He said to song Zhiye, "in fact, my food is not the same as yours. Yu teaches me to train my muscles, so I may not be able to taste the food of the base in a short time."

Song Zhiye suddenly shut his mouth, his face is an indescribable and a little sad expression.

Now he looked at Xu Qingdu as if he was just entering pol. At that time, he was also thin. At that time, Yu Hai was the leader of the first team of pol. It was because he took a fancy to him from a group of youth training students, so he was deprived of food for a month.

In that month, he ate all kinds of chicken, and finally got his muscles back to normal diet. He didn't eat chicken for half a year.

Because I ate too much.

"Tut, what a pity." Song Zhiye patted Xu Qingdu's head and felt sorry for him, "but this weekend, we can go home, and the coach can't control what we eat at home. I'll tell you how good my mother's craft is..."

While they were talking, they had already reached the first floor. Song Zhiye's hand was still on Xu Qingdu's shoulder, as if he didn't intend to let go.

Xu Qingdu looked at him with a little side face, and his deep vision was from his random grasp of a hairstyle. The hair was sliding down his full forehead, flowing through his charming peach blossom eyes, sliding over his nose bridge, and then stopped on his light pink thin lips.

"Brother." After that, his brother called out again

Song Zhiye was stunned. He turned his head and looked at the man who was holding his shoulder half in his arms. He didn't understand why he suddenly called him.

"Well?" Song Zhiye felt that his throat was a little dry, and he swallowed instinctively, "what's the matter?"

Xu Qingdu's deep eyes suddenly withdrew back and put on a pair of pure and pure eyes, looking at Song Zhiye with a smile.

"It's OK. I just remember that you are my brother now. I just want to call you. I can get used to it when I go home. I won't call you directly. Right? Ah, ye, Ge, ge. "