Chapter 3, The Flexible Little Hands

It's only been 3 minutes since I got on the field, I passed a kick and got injured again...

Bian Hao's posture may not be right, so there are some ...... How to say, what an embarrassment!

Why is it not fateful, but embarrassing, because this little thing is not enough to reach the magnificent word.

If that teenager had hurried up and had more strength, he might have been able to meet the word "".

Now, even if it's embarrassing......

Looking at the eyes of the students who watched the game with the team, you can see that there is sympathy, pity, and ...... Funny?

Don't doubt it, it's really interesting, after all, Bian Hao is not so seriously injured.

If he really fell to the ground, he would probably be angry......

"Bian Hao, did you steal the manhole cover in front of his house?"

A voice behind him, suppressing a little schadenfreude, made Bian Hao feel disgusted.

He smashed his mouth helplessly, and returned in the same whisper: "Maybe his goddess has taken a fancy to me, every time I pass him, there will be a girl's scream in the stands, really!" ”

"Are you sure that scream isn't scolding you?" A female classmate, the same gossip.

Hey, I'm hurt, are you guys really okay!?

Bian Hao rolled his eyes, the hidden uncle attribute rose, looked at the white and tender little face of the girl who asked the question, and asked with a wicked smile: "What about you?" Cheer for me, or scream for me? ”

"Huh?" The boys and girls who got together suddenly became happy, wow, is it a confession?

This kind of thing is the most popular thing for their age, in the hazy world, as long as there is such a thing that teachers and parents strictly guard against.

That's a rare material~

"Bian Hao! You, me, I'm cheering for the varsity...... It's not for you ......."

The girl was a little angry, and turned to mutter, and a touch of blush climbed up to her white and tender little face, which was very cute.

Bian Hao was a little stunned.

This shameless old man, he secretly despised himself in his heart.

Facing those eyes that flashed with gossip, Bian Hao touched his nose with a little weakness and said, "Oh, okay then......"

"Oh~ Bian Hao's confession was rejected...... Wow, big news. ”

The girl heard the whispered discussion next to her, she raised her calf lightly and kicked Bian Hao's back hard without saying a word.

How else to say it, the women's football team in China is amazing, you feel the feeling, this strength is ......

Lao Zhangtou saw the referee blow the whistle for halftime, he turned his back and led the players back to the stands prepared for the visiting team.

Although the competition organized this time is much more formal, it is a junior high school competition, and there is no such mysterious thing as a locker room.

Everyone just put their outer uniform or school uniform on the outside of the team uniform, and when they arrive at the venue, they take off the school uniform or outer coat and it's OK.

Simple but happy.

When the team members returned from the battle, they enjoyed the attentive service of their friends handing water and towels, and they were very proud.

Guo Yiming took a towel casually, wiped the sweat on his body, and put it on his shoulder, he was a little hot, although the weather was a little cold at the end of October, it was impossible for him to wear a coat after exercising.

You're going to suffocate to death......

He didn't even drink saliva, he just took the bottled water in his hand, and just sat next to Bian Hao, he looked at Bian Hao's legs worriedly, and asked worriedly:

"How? I didn't call you an ambulance, I didn't have a broken bone, right? ”

The big square face was full of worry, and the pimples on the face were glowing red.

After a pause, he squinted his eyes slightly, and said fiercely: "I'll ask someone to inquire about that grandson when he turns around, when did we suffer this loss, and let my brother-in-law discount his leg when he turns around!" What about bullying!? ”

Bian Hao and Guo Yiming should be good brothers, because in memory they are inseparable.

But after the soul of Bian Hao, an old man, came over, his understanding of his brother was not simply skipping class, fighting, and surfing the Internet.

In just one year, there is nothing worth testing the friendship that he is digging out his heart and lungs.

But he didn't hate the pimple-faced boy.

Classmates, teammates, good friends...... That's fine, such a heavy title as brother, forget it.

"It's okay, he's still a child, and I'm still a little tolerant of children."

Bian Hao smiled a little lightly: "After all, I don't have anything to do, right?" ”

Guo Yiming was as excited as he found a new world: "Yes, haha, child...... That's a good word...... Haozi, I didn't see it, you are so good at pretending! Child...... Hahaha"

Ay...... Otherwise, age is a hard injury, he really thinks it's a child......

It's quite helpless.

Also, the most taboo thing for a half-grown boy like them is to be treated as a child.

Or being treated as a child by a peer!

"Hurry up and put on your clothes, and then drink water after you have even out your breath...... You're not afraid of blowing up your lungs! Hurry up and pat your calves and stomachs with your hands, what I usually teach you is all eaten one by one!? Yes? Look at it, let's move!! ”

Seeing that the team members were too jubilant, Lao Zhangtou was not happy, and he shouted loudly, reining in the teenagers' behaviors that consumed their professional lives.

Bian Hao nodded secretly, although this old man was stern, he didn't smile, and occasionally popped out two swear words, but what could be taught was real things.

Professional players in that world sometimes know but don't follow them, resulting in many people's careers being shortened, with large ups and downs in physical fitness, and their state is very unstable.

"Bian Hao, can you play in the second half? If not, let Cheng Feng replace you. Lao Zhangtou looked at this troubled teenager in the first half with some nervousness.

He seems to be a target for hatred......

"Of course, Zhangtou, I'm fine! Believe me! ”

The old man nodded and said: "It's okay, in the second half, there are few of them to play against you, and the coach on the opposite side probably thinks that you can't get on, and he will definitely not make arrangements for you, give full play to your advantages and run!" Exhaust their backline! ”

"Roger! Hey hey, mission completion guaranteed! ”

There was a rare smile on the old man's serious face, which was fleeting.

"Alright, it's almost time, hurry down and warm up! Take off your coat and hurry up...... If you want to go to the toilet, run to get moving! ”

Guo Yiming pretended to be old and patted Bian Hao's shoulder, shook his head and sighed, and said: "Zhang Tou is getting more and more irritable now, hey, it's not that cute little old man anymore......"

"Guo Yiming, you hurry up for me!"

"Hey!"

Guo stood up and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to go to ......the toilet?" Provincial scolding. ”

Bian Hao was about to change into a pair of clean socks, tightened his leggings, raised his head and smiled evilly, Uncle Bian went online instantly,

"Don't go, no urine squeezing, tired kidneys ......"

cough

Another kick came from the back......

Little girl, it's too much......

Bian Hao stretched out his hand covertly and grabbed the bad little foot at once.

Hmph, let you kick me!

Then, the ruffian operates with one hand, and is extremely flexible......

In this way, the girl's shoelace was untied in an instant......

After the bad thing was done, Bian Hao quickly got up, jumped down the stone steps of the stands, and when he turned around, he saw the straight calf and the white sneakers with no laces on his feet.

Didn't kick it, hehe, you off!

At this time, it really looks like a 14-year-old teenager.

It's very skiny......

Feed! How old do you say you are, aren't you naΓ―ve?