At the end of the game, the players of both sides gathered in the midfield and carried out a handshake ceremony, implying the purpose of friendship first and game second. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fruits of this ball game finally fell into the hands of the Huahai Middle School team.

In this regard, the captain of St. Pandra College commented: "Your goalkeeper is really strong. ”

Indeed, in the 90 minutes of the overall situation, St. Pandra College launched seventy or eighty attacks, but it could only be hated under Dong Yijun's face.

"No, no, no. Dong Yijun modestly shook his doubled head, "Actually, the people in our class are very strong." ”

In a peaceful atmosphere, the first Sino-British junior high school students' friendship exchange match in Muqiao ended, leaving only a legend of blocking seventy or eighty shots with his face.

"So, what about my evil god?"

That night, Tong Xinyi looked at Tong Jianjun and asked expectantly.

"Huh. Tong Jianjun smiled, "Touching your chest and talking, do you think you are really qualified to ask me for the evil god? If it weren't for the outstanding performance of Yu and Lily in the final competition, and Comrade Xiao Dong's sacrifice of his face, my prize would have been blown a long time ago." ”

Saying that, Tong Jianjun also opened his mobile phone, looking at the payment message he had just received, and couldn't help but smirk.

"You, a guy who only has interests in your eyes, are even family affection just a bargaining chip in your hand!" Tong Xinyi said angrily.

"Don't talk nonsense, without me making money, where are you going to pick up rags and eat?" Tong Jianjun scoffed at what Tong Xinyi said, "Do you think I'm here for profit? I'm all here to maintain this family!"

As he spoke, Tong Jianjun also took out the evil god saber from the room, held it in his hand and showed a provocative smile: "The evil god is in my hands, but I just won't give it to you!"

"This dialogue is becoming more and more like a third-rate bloody family drama, I'll ask you, evil god, do you give it or not!" Tong Xinyi raised the cannonball wand Venus in his hand, and the light of the wand looked extremely dangerous.

"Ha!" Tong Jianjun didn't show weakness at all, the Qinglong Glaive Knife in his left hand and Excalibur in his right hand, "If you can't ask for it, do you want to rob it openly?

"Give it up! Lord Evil God will not feel happy in your hands!" Tong Xinyi said-for-tat, "An uncle like you who has already passed the second year of middle school, but has not changed his sex, is not worthy of holding Lord Evil God!"

"What are you talking about!" Tong Jianjun straightened his face, "What do you know, men are teenagers until they die, what's wrong with the second point of middle school? Unlike you, you are going to become an aunt after the age of fourteen! Enjoy your time when you are young, find a boyfriend or something, don't worry about these things anymore!"

"Clams, I'm a man, if I'm looking for a girlfriend!" Tong Xinyi showed a disgusted expression, "And you are qualified to say me? You are an old virgin who has never been in love at the age of twenty-four!"

These words were like a sharp arrow, piercing Tong Jianjun's heart fiercely, making him fall to his knees and unable to get up again.

"Spicy chicken!"

Tong Xinyi easily snatched the evil god Saber from Tong Jianjun's hand, and respectfully invited her into his room.

"Teacher Tong, are you okay?" Geralt had just finished taking a shower and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Seeing Tong Jianjun's frustrated body bending forward, he asked with some concern.

"Xiaojie!" Tong Jianjun raised his head, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, and his hands grabbed Geralt's hand excitedly, startling Geralt, "Why don't I have a partner yet?"

Geralt withdrew his hand a little embarrassed, and tightened the bath towel on his body: "I don't know about this, but I think that if you add more oil, Mr. Tong, the matter with Miss Miqi Aya should be successful." ”

"I want to do this too!" Tong Jianjun shook his head and said, "However, I don't know how to go further." ”

"I don't know about that. Geralt shrugged her shoulders, causing the bath towel to almost slip down, so frightened that she quickly lifted it up, "After all, I haven't been able to pursue Miss Xinyi until now." ”

Saying this, the two glanced at each other and sighed in unison.

Tong Jianjun looked at the table below: "By the way, it's almost ten o'clock now, why hasn't Qi Aya come back yet?"

"I don't know about this, generally speaking, Miss Miqi Aya and Miss Fuyumi have already returned at this point, maybe there is something going on tonight. ”

Tong Jianjun thinks about it, after all, he is a big star, and recording a show has dragged on for a long time, and it is normal to come back later.

Thinking of Mi Qi Aya's habit of eating supper every night, Tong Jianjun decided to watch TV in the living room and wait for Mi Qi Aya to come back.

But there is no good TV to watch late at night, the prime time has long passed, and there are not even a few dog blood soap operas.

Because of the late self-study, Yu couldn't see his favorite news network recently, so he had to settle for the next best thing and chose the evening news that only happened at ten o'clock in the evening.

Tong Jianjun usually doesn't like to watch TV, so he watched the evening news with Yu.

"A small country: power facilities are insufficient, and China builds power plants to send 'light'. ”

"The stick prosecutor indicted Chong Muhui today. ”

"The vice president of the United States is visiting, where is the situation on the peninsula going?"

Tong Jianjun watched the news and felt tired all of a sudden. Although with his physique, his body's need for sleep is not as much as before, and a nap can basically meet the needs of the day.

But the habit of sleepiness developed in college is not so easy to break, and if conditions permit, Tong Jianjun is more willing to sleep a little longer.

Listening to the sound of hypnosis on TV, Tong Jianjun leaned on the sofa and fell asleep unconsciously.

"Lord?" Tong Jianjun, who was asleep, swiped along the back of the sofa at a magical angle and leaned on Yu's lap.

Seeing Tong Jianjun sleeping, Yu didn't plan to disturb him, and adjusted his body slightly, so that Tong Jianjun could rely on it more comfortably. Just like usual, Yu just sat silently, silently supporting Tong Jianjun, silently looking at the lord who gave him life and spiritual wisdom.

When Tong Jianjun woke up from his own saliva, he found that he was leaning on Yu's leg, and the saliva flowing from his open mouth soaked in a wet stain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Tong Jianjun immediately bounced up, stretched out his hand to wipe the wet stains on his feather legs, but realized that something was wrong, and withdrew his hand in a daze.

"It's okay. Yu smiled slightly, "It is Yu's honor to be able to provide support to the Lord." ”

"I'm really sorry about this. Tong Jianjun scratched the back of his head, took out a few tissues from the coffee table, and helped Yu wipe the wet stains left by someone.

"By the way, are they back? I'm a little dazed. Tong Jianjun asked a little embarrassed.

Yu shook his head: "I've been awake, Miss Miqi Aya and they haven't come back." ”

At this moment, the prime-time replays on TV have ended, Tong Jianjun looked at the table below, and it was already more than twelve o'clock.