Boyfriend For Hire

"Brothers, Senior Brother Feng has arrived!" Huang Xiaoke, the most informed, rushed into the locker room, his mouth seemed to have a loudspeaker, and the doors and windows screamed.

"real?!"

"Can it be fake?!" Huang Xiaoke exaggeratedly said, "His fans have wrapped up two-thirds of the stands! I heard that there are many people outside the basketball hall who are taking cash to collect tickets from students. Yeah! The price has reached this figure!" He compared a number, with his jaw-dropping expression, the effect was very funny.

"Fuck?" Someone asked in surprise, "Is this price sitting on Senior Brother Feng's lap?"

Others said: "I don't know if I can have so many fans like Brother Feng in this life... No, I will be satisfied as long as I have half of his fans!"

Everyone agreed, but Meng Yufan was absent-minded, sitting alone in the corner of the dressing room, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Okay, stop chatting." Captain Liu Fangzhou took out a small basket, "The coach asked us to hand in our mobile phones."

"Ah? Why?" Someone puzzled.

"Why?" Liu Fangzhou said, "Today, the audience are all outsiders and there are many female fans. The coach told us to be honest and don't worry about it! We are here to play, not to play. If we want WeChat, we will hang Lang as a friend. If it is posted, it will be too shameful to Huada."

Adolescent boys are when their hormones are most active, and they are particularly agitated. Some male players who can't control their belts can change their girlfriends once when they go out to play a game. This is the home game. If there is a scandal caused by male players, Coach Wu will have no place to put his old face.

Huang Xiaoke curled his lips, turned off his mobile phone reluctantly, and turned it in: "The old warrior is just worrying about it... The female fans are all here for Brother Feng. With him, who would pay attention to us."

"That's right." A center said, "It's ugly. We haven't even made the school gate. We are not sure whether CUBA can reach the top four in the country. Brother Feng, but the two-time CBA MVP, or the national champion! You guys! Believe it or not, we are standing with Senior Brother Feng, no girl will cast her eyes on us."

"Okay, you talk too much." Liu Fangzhou said impatiently, "If you know that you are not as good as Senior Brother Feng, then practice the basic skills! Stop talking nonsense, and hand over your phone."

He took the small basket and received his mobile phones one by one. After turning around and walking to Meng Yufan, he handed the basket over: "Fanzi, hand in your phone too."

"Oh..." Meng Yufan said, "I will say a few more words."

He clicked on WeChat, found the account at the top, and hurriedly typed a few words.

After the rain, the sky is sunny: Xiaoxiao sister, are you here?

Raining and sunny: If you are busy with work, it doesn't matter if you can't keep up with the game.

Raining and sunny: But don't forget the appointment tonight.

Raining and sunny: I have something to say to you.

After sending this string of conversations, he kept staring at the screen of the phone and wanted to wait for Yang Xiao's response. But Liu Fangzhou was really anxious. Meng Yufan had no choice but to turn off the phone and handed it over to the captain.

"Who to send the message to? So reluctant." Liu Fangzhou asked curiously.

"One of mine..." The boy hesitated, and finally chose a vague name, "...friend."

Liu Fangzhou picked up his shaved eyebrows, and pointedly said: "I don't think it's an ordinary friend, it's your'little rubber band', right?"

Meng Yufan was choked to a dry cough.

"Baby, listen to my father's persuasion." Liu Fangzhou patted his shoulder heavily, "You can't lick the dog's house."

Meng Yufan: "..."

…

The basketball hall of Hwaseong University is a bit old and can only accommodate a thousand spectators. The attention of CUBA qualifiers is not high. In many cases, even if the tickets are sent, less than half of the audience is seated.

But today, the entire auditorium is full, and some people even hold "stand tickets", filling the corridors on the top of the mountain!

On the stands, the best and most front area was individually circled. The relatives and friends of the players holding the yellow infield tickets sat here under the guidance of the security guards.

Yang Xiao's position is in the last row of the infield, with players' family members on the left and right. Feng Xiang, her target, sat in the first row.

His official height is 2.01 meters, and he weighs 95 kilograms. Like Meng Yufan, he also plays forward.

Around him were other players on the basketball team who were not on the court. Before he took a seat, the group of young players enthusiastically gathered around to find him for a photo and autograph.

She raised her neck and looked at the big tall men in the first row, thinking about how to walk over calmly and calmly, interjecting and telling her purpose at the critical moment.

She has worked as a reporter before and knows how to speak. If you want to open up the situation, you must find a topic that Feng Xiang is interested in.

Before watching the game, Yang Xiao specially collected Feng Xiang's information from the Internet and recorded it all in his mobile phone.

She turned on the phone to check the information, but found four messages from Meng Yufan lying quietly on the screen. The environment was noisy when she entered the venue, and she adjusted her phone to vibrate again, and did not notice the message from the boy.

She hurriedly clicked on WeChat and replied to him.

LOL: I have arrived, right in the stands.

LOL: You can see me as soon as you come out.

LOL: The appointment tonight...I will not forget.

But at this time, Meng Yufan had already turned in his mobile phone, and Yang Xiao couldn't wait for his news, so he simply quit the chat box and continued to work.

Feng Xiang’s fans are very enthusiastic. On the opposite stand, the fans actually put up a banner with a passionate confession—"Feng Xiang, I'want' to put you on my'heart'."

People who don't know thought this was Feng Xiang's special meeting.

Seeing the fans' banners, Feng Xiang got up and waved at them. The sisters at the station raised their "long guns and short cannons" one after another. For a while, the whole stadium was filled with the crisp sound of shutter pressing.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiao has a fuller understanding of Feng Xiang's popularity. If he can be invited to the show, the ratings will definitely increase significantly!

The game is about to start, Yang Xiao dare not waste time anymore, she wants to win Feng Xiang immediately, immediately, and now!

She took out the makeup mirror from her bag. The girl in the mirror had exquisite makeup, bright and generous—eyeliner, check; lipstick, check; hairstyle, check; clothing, check!

She smiled confidently in the mirror, put away her belongings, got up from the last row, picked up the stairs, and walked slowly to the front of the stand.

There was an accompanying staff member beside Feng Xiang, in his early thirties, and he couldn't tell whether it was his assistant or his agent. When the staff member saw a well-dressed intellectual beauty Ping Ting approaching, he looked nervous and stopped her for the first time.

"Excuse me, is there anything wrong with you?"

Yang Xiao knew that if she directly said that she was the director of a TV station, she would definitely be stopped. Not in a hurry, she took out the yellow ticket in her hand and shook it in front of the man's eyes, and smiled lightly: "I'm here to find a friend."

After speaking, she swept her eyes brightly and accurately caught her target from the first row.

"Dongdong!" she yelled affectionately, "Auntie came to see you!"

Xu Dong, who was caught in a bag for some reason: "..."

The staff looked at Xu Dong who was tall and strong, and then at the young "auntie" with bright eyes and white teeth in front of them, and they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Yang Xiao flicked his long hair, and under the attention of the staff, the money came to Xu Dong.

Today, she sprayed a niche salon perfume, Frederic Malle's UneRose. The main note is a rare pair of rose and red wine. The woody scent of the back note supports the floral fragrance in the middle, making her smell like a mellow wine. But there is a faint mystery and determination. Wherever she walked, the fragrance spread.

"My nephew, let me give you a chance." She looked down at Xu Dong who was sitting next to Feng Xiang, "I want to sit here."

Xu Dong: "..." His body took a step ahead of his head, staggering a seat next to him, leaving a space for Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao turned around and sat down.

The basketball players in the same row recognized her and talked in a low voice.

"Wait, isn't she Fanzi's "little rubber band"? I remember she came to see it when I was fighting with Communication University before!"

"Yes, Fanzi also passed the flowers from the school flowers to her."

"What's the matter, when did she become Xu Dong's aunt?"

"You ask me, who am I asking?"

"But did she break up with Fanzi? I remember Fanzi's little rubber band seems to be gone..."

"Hush!"

If they can keep up with the speed of thinking when they gossip on the field, then they don't need to sit on the bench.

The whispers of a few people did not reach Yang Xiao's ears. She is now focused on work, for the ratings, to slap the scumbag with the results, and to promote the TV... She must get an interview with Feng Xiang!

She closed her eyes, counted three, two, and one silently in her heart, adjusting her breathing.

Then she opened her eyes, turned around, and looked at Feng Xiang who was sitting on her right side.

"Captain Feng, look up to the name for a long time." She smiled generously and stretched out her right hand, "I'm Yang Xiao, I'm a—"

"Miss Yang, nice meeting." Feng Xiang interrupted her unspoken self-introduction. He held her hand, the calluses on her palms were rough. The two overlapping hands flicked up and down, and the man's deep eyes fell on her face. The scar on his left eyebrow did not reduce his handsomeness, but made him look more attractive. "It's enough to know your name, nothing else is important."

…

The music is loud.

In the cheerleader's singing and dancing, the lounge doors on both sides of the stadium opened, and players from the two teams ran out in file, waving to the spectators on both sides of the stadium.

As soon as they ran out of the lounge, the Hwaseong University team members were shocked.

Huang Xiaoke softened his feet and said nervously: "This... there are too many people!"

Liu Fangzhou nodded, looking at the fans who were already seated and standing in the stands, he said enviously: "I don't know when we can have so many fans like Brother Feng?"

"There will be." Among the twelve people, Meng Yufan was the only one who did not show envy. His tone was determined, as if he was narrating something destined to come true, "My fan, the future will be better than him. More."

They are fighting at home, and they have the advantage. The Hwaseong University of the Arts that they are fighting against is a "water team". Seeing this crowded audience, they have completely lost their fighting spirit.

The two players shook hands and looked at their faces happy, but everyone knows that the gap in this game is like a tiger and a cat, and the outcome is a foregone conclusion.

After the handshake was over, the seven substitutes walked to the rest area next to the arena. Meng Yufan is the starter of this game. As a forward, he will fight for the right to jump the ball in the first quarter.

The basketball team of Hwaseong University of Arts is too "watery". The school pieced together can not find a few tall men who can play basketball. The boy who is the forward is only 1.5 meters, which is quite short than Meng Yufan. 11 centimeter. When the two stood together, there was a clear gap in both muscle mass and height.

Meng Yufan took the ball.

The referee stood in the middle circle with a basketball in his hand, holding the ball in his right hand, and took the silver whistle in his left hand and placed it to his mouth—the whistle sounded and the basketball was thrown high and flew into the sky.

At the same time, Meng Yufan and the opponent forward took off at the same time, raised his arms, stretched out his five fingers, and chased after the flying basketball...

When Meng Yufan jumped to the highest point, gravity seemed to disappear, and he was almost stuck in the air.

Jumping the ball is the most important part of the fight for the right to serve in the first quarter. Whoever can jump to grab the ball can master the rhythm of the first quarter.

But at such a critical moment, Meng Yufan lost his mind.

What did he see? -In the stands, Yang Xiao sat next to Feng Xiang. Neither of them paid attention to the game on the court. Instead, they laughed at Yan Yan, not knowing what topic they were talking about.

The boy was startled.

Between the lightning and flint, countless distracting thoughts flooded into his mind.

Although Meng Yufan's brain was empty, his body still remembered what he should do.

The boy waved his palm—the basketball brushed his fingertips across, and fell into the arms of the University of the Arts forward in the shock of everyone's sight.