What kind of fight did you lose again?

Didn't we win yesterday?

Tang Jian looked over a little puzzled.

And the most important thing is, why do you say that you lost the fight, but you still look so happy on your face???

It's weird.

Seeing the gate of the base closed, Tang Jian didn't think much about it, leaned on the sofa, looked out the window lazily, and then looked at the praise of himself on the Internet from his mobile phone.

It's just beautiful.

Not long after, the person who claimed to have gone out to throw garbage opened the door and came back.

The sun came in through the door, and the golden fell on the ends of his hair, and his originally black eyes, because the light seemed to be a little transparent, with a taste of laziness and satisfaction.

Wearing a white shirt with a slightly open neckline, revealing a fair and delicate collarbone, I don't know if Tang Jian is dazzled, looking at it like this, there seems to be some red marks on the collarbone.

It's kind of like-

No, it can't be, right?

Probably the relationship between mosquitoes?

Before Tang Jian had time to think about it, the person who entered the door against the light had already turned slightly sideways, closed the door casually, raised his other hand, straightened his collar, and buttoned the button by the way.

Don't give Tang Jian a chance to take a closer look.

He was obviously in a good mood, seeing that Tang Jian was still in the training hall, he turned his head, smiled at Tang Jian's lips slightly, and then didn't say much, and went upstairs directly.

Tang Jian: ???

What are you laughing at??

There shouldn't be anything about him offending Xiao Er, right?

Based on years of experience in teaming up with Xiao Er, it stands to reason that he has always been a person who doesn't like to laugh, and he who is indifferent and vicious knows that the guy who opened his mouth suddenly laughed, and there must be nothing good behind it.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know what was going on, Tang Jian scratched his head.

He muttered at the end, then turned his head to look at the large bin next to him.

"Throw the garbage here and let Auntie clean it up? Why do you have to go out and throw it away by yourself? ”

The thoughts of the big guys, they mortals really don't understand it more and more.

After that, Team SYJ rested for two days.

The national races are not held in the country.

There are still three weeks to go before the global competition, so I have to pack up my things and fly from country Z to country Q, and then train there for a while, and by the way, I have to go down to jet lag.

In the past two days, even if it is to take a break for the members of the SYH team who have just played the national competition, by the way, tidy up their things and prepare to leave for country Q.

And during this time, a certain dead-skinned and shameless guy, because Qinghui's room was in the innermost part of the corridor, and his room was also in the depths of the corridor, the rooms of the two were relatively close, and the few people next to him would not go inside.

So there's always something to do, and when there's nothing to do, go to Qinghui's room for cats.

The usually cold captain, like a fart, Qinghui takes a nap and hugs to sleep together.

But it's also because the two rooms are close to each other.,So this relationship has no intention of being discovered at all.。

Because Qinghui is an orphan and the household registration is in her own hands, Xiao Er has already thought about when it is best to register for marriage.

The next afternoon, I was going to fly to country Q, and the night before, SYJ was finally going to start showing his face live broadcast.

This is basically a SYJ tradition.

After each big tournament, there will be a few days of live streaming.

Because SYJ is also a well-known local tyrant team in the circle, the salary is quite generous, so the requirements are all in training, and the players are not allowed to make money by live broadcasts every day.