Chapter 17: Who Can Beat Us?

Living room.

Looking at Han Shuyan's busy figure in the kitchen, Lin Cheng crossed Erlang's legs, lying on the sofa and squinting his eyes, looking at the TV screen.

Xiao Tong sat on the sofa next to him and lowered his head to peel an orange, and glanced at Lin Cheng a little unpleasantly.

"You guy is too much, you have to eat and order takeout by yourself, and you have to trouble Sister Shuyan to make it for you."

"I'm tired of it, I don't want to eat takeout."

Lin Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Besides, Sister Shuyan wanted to make it for me, I originally thought you had leftovers." โ€

"You just rely on Sister Shuyan's kindness and strength."

Xiao Tong peeled off the orange in his hand, threw two petals into his mouth, glanced at Lin Cheng again, and divided the orange in his hand in half.

"Na! Do you eat oranges or not? โ€

Lin Chengerlang's legs shook, "Don't eat, I'm going to keep my stomach to eat Sister Shuyan's cooking, and your nail polish is stained with oranges." โ€

"Don't eat it, I'll eat it myself."

Xiao Tong snorted, threw all the half of the oranges handed out into his mouth, and bit it fiercely with his mouth puffed.

Lin Cheng pretended not to see her, stared at the TV and said: "The host of JTBC is really good-looking, this TV station has a hand in choosing the anchor." โ€

"Aren't you talking nonsense? You can't see anything that doesn't look good. โ€

Lin Cheng suddenly turned his head, "Hey! When are you going to be home this year? โ€

Xiao Tong thought for a while, "Let's wait until a few days before the Spring Festival to come back, anyway, I don't have anything to do when I go back, I still have to listen to my mother's nagging every day, and I still stay with Sister Shuyan comfortably." โ€

Lin Cheng said that he felt the same way, and his mother kept chattering every time he was outside, but when he actually returned home, he found that things had changed after a short two days of filial piety to his mother and son.

As soon as the two-day mother-son relationship expiration date passed, his mother began to look at him nowhere to the eye, nagging to sleep lazy, sitting on the sofa and thinking that his posture was ugly, and giving him a punch from time to time on the road to remind him to straighten his backยทยทยทยทยทยท

So, love will disappear, right?

"Ah Cheng, it's time to eat."

Han Shuyan's voice came, and Lin Cheng hurriedly got up and ran over with a smoke.

"Come on, come on! I'll serve the meal. โ€

After serving the meal, looking at the overly sumptuous dishes on the table in front of him, Lin Cheng couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Sure enough, it's right that I don't order takeout." โ€

Xiao Tong pouted.

This person is so shameless.

"Sister Shuyan, you have worked hard, let's eat together."

Han Shuyan sat next to her and took the orange handed out by Xiao Tong, "You eat, we haven't been eating for long, and we can't eat it now." โ€

"You're welcome, then."

Squeezing his eyes towards Xiao Tong, Lin Cheng took a piece of braised pork ribs that looked very attractive and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm~~~ Okay."

Lin Cheng sighed happily, and then said hypocritically: "But Sister Shuyan, why do you make so much, you know that I am not a picky eater, just make a dish." โ€

Han Shuyan smiled, "Anyway, there is just a dish in the refrigerator, so I'll cook a little more, if you can't finish eating, we can eat it tomorrow." โ€

Xiao Tong turned his head to look at the TV, muttering sourly: "Just because of someone, we have to eat leftovers tomorrow, and I don't know if someone's conscience will hurt?" โ€

Lin Cheng was so thick-skinned that he pretended not to hear someone's complaints, and buried his head in a big gulp.

"By the way, are you free tomorrow? There is an e-sports tournament held at the Korea University Gymnasium, so you can stop by if you have time. โ€

"Esports competitions?" Han Shuyan was stunned.

Xiao Tong lowered his head and continued to peel oranges, "I know about this competition, our school's e-sports club has been promoting it for a long time, and it has also organized a lot of people to watch the game, do you want to participate?" โ€

"Yes, I'm okay anyway, I can spare half a day to win glory for the school."

"Glory for the school? But I heard that your school's e-sports club is very good, and the people in our school have said that this time they will definitely blow you up and make you lose face. โ€

"Wasn't that without me before, now that Brother Cheng has gone in, who can blow us up?"

Who can blow us up?

In a trance, Han Shuyan seemed to have heard Lin Cheng say this.

She thought subconsciously, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Seeing Han Shuyan waving her hand, Xiao Tong raised her head suspiciously and leaned her ear over.

She put her index finger to her lips, and between her upper and lower teeth she bit a petal of orange lying horizontally, the flesh of which fitted her lips, and slowly sucked it, and her movements looked a little childish.

Suddenly, hearing Han Shuyan's whisper, Xiao Tong's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously wanted to laugh.

As a result, this time, her fingernails just pierced the orange between her lips, and the plump orange juice squirted out at once, splashing right on Lin Cheng's face opposite.

"Hey! Feed! What are you doing? โ€

Lin Cheng hurriedly dodged the attack from Xiao Tong, took the tissue handed by Han Shuyan and wiped his face depressedly.

"Poof~~~~Haha! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. โ€

Xiao Tong looked at Lin Cheng's embarrassed appearance and laughed loudly.

Lin Cheng didn't want to pay attention to her, but when he saw Han Shuyan next to him, he was also snickering, and his eyes were bent into crescents.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You forgot that phrase you used to say for a while."

Han Shuyan made a lip shape with a smile, and Lin Cheng opened his mouth, lowered his head and ate seriously.

What Han Shuyan said was: Dare to ask who can break this backline.

When he was only eight years old, by chance, Lin Cheng witnessed the amazing performance of Kaka, a wind-chasing boy wearing a red and black sword striped shirt, on the court.

Since then, he has become a fan of the Serie A club AC Milan, and he can be regarded as a 'edamame' who is not a senior.

Although Kaka later went to Real Madrid, he was still more obsessed with red and black.

It's a pity that the later Milan is getting worse and worse year by year.

It goes back to the summer of the year before last.

After several seasons of the club's refusal to invest in the club's struggles, a mysterious eastern force has taken over AC Milan.

Fans have seen Milan spend money to sign new signings one after another, and they have a lot of expectations for the new season.

After Bonucci, known as the 'World First Guard', joined, a high-spirited edamame roared on the Internet: Dare to ask Serie A who can break my Mao's defense?

As a result, as soon as the new season started, the cruel reality slapped Edamame hard.

Even the promoted horses, who lost 14 consecutive games in the opening game, opened their doors to AC Milan and staged a goalkeeper stunner, and the proud back line before the game was like paper.

During that time, Lin Cheng also experienced ups and downs like countless edamame.

Lin Cheng had just entered college that year, and it was the time when he was full of ambition and liked to be lively.

I joined the football club that year, and it was common for different groups of fans in the football club to talk to each other.

Originally, Lin Cheng watched the game with his classmates in the football club, especially in front of Inter Milan and Juventus fans, Lin Cheng often said: Dare to ask who can break this backline?

Later, Lin Cheng only promised that he no longer dared to speak loudly in the football club.

Because he shouted so loudly at the beginning, this sentence was widely circulated in the club, and he was frantically whipped by his classmates on the school's SNS.

I'm afraid that the angry Edamame didn't expect that his words would make Lin Cheng spread to a foreign country.