The southeastern province of the Wardsman Empire, behind the temple of Gaokan City.

In a sprawling academy, brothers Bruce and Philip sat side by side on the steps outside the Ramball field, talking to each other.

Extremely inconsistent with the rugged appearance of the brothers, at this moment what they were holding in their hands was not a broadsword that was braving the cold light, let alone a fat dripping barbecue, but a large bouquet of delicate flowers and a few thick flower cannons several meters long.

With a single twist of the handle underneath, this thing can shoot out thousands of colorful petals.

It's the petals of real flowers, not the indiscriminate colored strips of paper.

"I said, do you really want to do it to this extent? The Walker kid looked at us several times, and it was a shame. Bruce, who was broad-shouldered and broad-bodied, said in disgust.

"Help, at night at the Guy Ritchie Hotel, good wine and good food are all mine.

If I don't come to cheer her on today, trust me, you'll probably never see me again from tomorrow. Philip said helplessly, his tone very sincere.

"She said yes? I remember asking you to call her sister last month?" Bruce looked surprised, as if surprised at how quickly his little cousin was progressing.

"No, her mouth is still so hard. Philip wept sadly.

But soon he changed to a lewd look, like a weasel who had stolen a chicken, and leaned into Bruce's ear and said, "Last week I promised to write her a new song." Then, hey, hey, hey. ”

Bruston became interested, and put his arm around Philip's shoulder, with the same obscene expression: "And then? ”

Philip pushed his cousin's thick arm away, and Zhengse refused, "It's too much." ”

Bruce looked disdainful, and said with hatred: "Useless things, a little girl can't handle them." Won't you be tougher?"

Philip didn't say a word, pinching and minus the bouquet in his hand, making the final touches.

"And because Aunt Catherine? If you want me to say that this little girl's temper is hard enough, she hugs and kisses, but she doesn't let go, and I don't know what she thinks. ”

Bruce pulled out a box of cigarettes and handed one to Philip, and the brothers were in the corner.

Philip didn't explain, just smoked silently, and three puffs of a cigarette came to an end.

One is the mother who raised him hard, and the other is the girl who shares the hardships with him, these two people who are nominally righteous mothers and daughters, although they are harmonious on the surface, but the relationship is very awkward in secret.

Philip was sandwiched between the two, miserable, but he could only pretend to be stupid and impartial.

Even so, Catherine was often upset, muttering something out of the question.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

"Well, that's good, at least you can see it every day.

Look at the guy in the back, tossing his stomach every day, just to save money for a meal, so that he can go to Huaiming Women's College in the west of the city to date his sister, and he can only see him once a week.

That scene was so sad that those who heard it were sad, and those who saw it wept. ”

Philip teasingly looked at the brown-haired man sitting behind him, his mouth slurping, trying to find some kind of psychological balance by laughing at others.

But Duke Wayne still watched the game calmly, completely dismissive of refuting someone's childish performance.

"Brother Snape, what kind of wind is blowing you two here today? Yo, with so many people this time. ”

An annoying-sounding voice sounded, and if you listened closely, it was a bit leaky.

Philip looked up and saw that more than twenty stout teenagers came over and faintly surrounded the two brothers in the center, led by Hank, a tenth-year student from the Gokan City Theological Seminary.

Because there is no need to choose a major, seminaries are generally one year less than ordinary colleges, and the tenth grade is equivalent to the fourth year of ordinary intermediate colleges.

"Hank, we're not here to fight you today. Looking at his cousin, who was about to move, Philip quickly grabbed his arm.

As he spoke, he waved his hand back.

"We have something to do today, so for the sake of your credits, it's better to calm down. You see, Teacher John's face is not very good. ”

Hank turned around and found that there was indeed a teacher in charge of maintaining order in the arena walking this way, and the stinky boy on the other side not only soaked their sister, but even the teachers of their academy were so familiar, damn it.

"I'll keep an eye on you, you'd better be honest. They are all future saints, and you rude soldiers are not to blaspheme. Hank eventually chose to retreat, but before leaving, he tapped his finger on the brothers as a warning.

There are a lot of cattle from various colleges today, and he has to hurry up and greet them one by one, and he is very busy.

Bruce seemed a little dissatisfied with his cousin's cowardly performance, spat on it, and said, "You're still afraid of these stupid big guys, and you've fought with them more than once, and that's it." ”

Philip patted him on the shoulder indifferently and explained, "It's not good that the world is so beautiful and you are so grumpy."

There are opportunities for fighting, but not today.

Besides, Hank, the boss, is also a little pitiful.

He's been fighting more than 20 times this year, and if he does it again today, his last pitiful credits will be deducted, and he won't want to graduate. ”

Bruce sarcastically said in a bad tone: "Yo, you have a really good heart, even his credits have been taken into account, why don't you transfer here too, and get closer to your 'sister'." ”

As if he hadn't heard the sarcasm in his mouth, Philip shrugged his shoulders and said with a straight face: "That is, I have always convinced people with virtue. ”

"Shut up, it's time for them to perform, stop being verbose. Bruce was defeated by his cousin's shameless face, as if the three missing teeth in Hank's mouth did not contribute to him, and hurriedly interrupted him.

At the end of the game, the applause was pouring down, which sounded a little perfunctory.

The players retreated to the sidelines, giving up the middle field to a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old, gorgeously dressed girls.

Once again, it has been proven that there are no ugly women, only lazy women, this is a truth.

A group of girls in miniskirts, stockings, revealing slender waists and white thighs stood neatly on the sidelines, which was a gorgeous scenery.

The cheerleading uniforms are beautifully designed, with bright pink backgrounds, golden lace, elastic fabrics and reasonable cuts, so that a fresh and charming light and familiar wind instantly ignites the entire arena.

Countless perverts on the sidelines suddenly let out loud whistles one after another.

Well, and the sound of swallowing saliva, just why did it sound so close, Philip looked at Bruce beside him speechlessly.

Not to mention that everyone wears a princess flower crown with a uniform style on their heads, and a pair of high-top white boots and stockings underneath.

He also holds two golden pompoms in his hand, which exude a blurry brilliance in the sunlight.

It seems that the coaxing of these perverts has long been accustomed to it, and the girls are full of calmness.

They stood in their respective positions in formation, two rows of twenty pink, delicate girls, all with their hands pinched at their waists, their legs tightly together, and their waists straight.

Everyone had their chins slightly raised and were facing the center of the court at 45 degrees, with a look of confidence and pride on their faces.

As the band played cheerfully and dynamically, the golden pompoms in the girls' hands danced to the rhythm of the music, like butterflies dancing among the flowers.

In the middle position, a dark-haired girl, the same dress, the only difference is that there is a golden scepter in her hand, symbolizing her captain's identity.

I saw her raise the golden scepter upwards with one hand, and with a soft cry in her mouth, the girls behind her quickly changed formations.

The four columns in the middle are forward, and the three columns on both sides shrink to the side and the back, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes a 4x5 rectangular queue.

The melody of the music changes abruptly at this point, and a congratulatory song is neatly sung from the girls' cherry mouths, the lyrics are simple and inspirational.

At the same time, under the command of the scepter, their formation changes became more and more smooth and cheerful, and the rhythm was strong.

The soft, crisp girlish voice tickled at his heart like a feather, and Philip clearly noticed that Bruce beside him was trembling with excitement.

Knife group dance, this is the famous knife group dance.

Thanks to the excellent genes of the Ward people, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl has developed enough to be mature enough, and the average height has exceeded one meter eight.

All of them have concave curves and explosive figures.

After wearing a specially designed cheerleading uniform that can show the youthful vitality of the girl, the arms and legs are raised, the lower waist is pouted, the slender and soft waist and the round long legs make the perverts who have been waiting on the sidelines for a long time have straight eyes, dry mouths, rapid heartbeat, and almost go crazy.

Especially the lead dancer in the first row, the girl named Angel, if you don't look at her facial features, you will definitely think that she is an adult.

With a height of 1.85 meters, his skin is as fair as camel's milk, hazy and dreamy in the sun.

The cheerleading uniform on her body seemed to have been simply altered by herself, the edges of the blouse and skirt were sewn with small shiny silver discs, and the collar was wide enough to expose the slender neck and delicate collarbones, and when she bowed her head, it was even more white.

The lower abdomen is tight, the naughty navel eye is decorated with a red gem, and then down is an exaggerated curve, rapidly expanding and unscientifically tightened, a perfect gourd-shaped body.

The long red shawl hair and proud upper circumference danced happily to the rhythm of the strong music, as if they were about to jump out.

Such a trembling picture made a group of men, not only the players off the field, but even the referees and spectators lock their eyes tightly on that space.

Bruce swallowed a large mouthful of saliva unconsciously, startling himself with the loud noise, only to find that everyone's throats were squirming unconsciously.

Only Philip beside him, his eyes have been firmly locked on the black-haired girl holding the scepter, as if the gorgeous scenery next to him is a group of vulgar fans, without the slightest interest.

"I said, man, how the hell did you come up with it, every time I see it, I think it's a great idea. Bruce wiped the unknown liquid from the corner of his mouth, gave a thumbs up, and asked Philip.