Boyfriend For Hire

The start was a failure, and coach Wu on the sidelines was so angry that he suffered a myocardial infarction.

And all the spectators present did not expect that the Hua power forward, who looked very "professional", could not even grab the jump ball.

The enemy forward who got the ball was also stunned, but how could he miss this opportunity in vain? He immediately ran the ball to the basket of Hwaseong University. Fortunately, Liu Fangzhou reacted quickly and immediately intercepted in the midfield. He took the ball back to his own hands.

The situation on the court changed rapidly. Less than thirty seconds after the opening, the ups and downs of the plot were experienced, and all the audience's attention was immediately taken away.

Yang Xiao is the same.

How could she care about Feng Xiang, she leaned out subconsciously, clasped the railing in both hands, held her breath, and looked nervously at the running teenager on the court.

It was not until Meng Yufan snatched the ball back, drove the ball to the opponent's basket, and took the lead... Yang Xiao put down the high-hanging heart and exhaled the foul air that was slumped in his chest.

"It seems that Miss Yang likes basketball very much?" Feng Xiang asked with interest beside her.

It wasn't until his voice sounded that Yang Xiao remembered that she actually left the guests she planned to invite aside!

She hurriedly sat back to her place: "Sorry, I was too engrossed... Sorry, what did you just say?"

"It's okay. I just said, it seems that Miss Yang likes basketball very much." Feng Xiang smiled heartily, but what he said didn't sound so pleasing. "In fact, CUBA is not interesting, it's just a bunch of little kids playing in the court. Every family, you can’t get on the table. If you really like basketball, I invite you to come and watch when we are in the CBA finals."

"..." Yang Xiao was startled, and said bluntly, "You are also from CUBA, and now that CUBA is a children's house, it would hurt the feelings of these young athletes too much."

"I'm telling the truth." Feng Xiang shrugged, "I have practiced since I was a child, worked diligently, entered China University, and became the captain, even the draft pick. Everyone said I was a talented forward, but the result, I sat on the bench for the Hwaseong team for a year, and averaged less than 10 minutes per game in the second year, averaging single digits... Why? Because when I entered the club, I realized that I and a real professional basketball player How big is the gap between them." He pointed to the young people sweating on the basketball court. "They all regard me as a role model and want to follow the path I have traveled, but I want to say that there is no one in them. People can succeed."

Yang Xiao felt like he had rolled into a ball of thorns. She protected her shortcomings and could not tolerate others saying that Meng Yufan’s words were not good: "You are too arbitrary to say this. There is indeed a gap between them and the professional players, but there is a gap. , There is room for improvement. I believe that as long as they continue to work hard, they will be able to stand at the highest point one day."

"Miss, what do you think a professional basketball game is?" Feng Xiang sat with his legs spread out, with a light tone. "Basketball is a group confrontational sport, cruel and passionate. We need to hunt under the leadership of a wolf. Kill opponents-and now they are at best a few domesticated dogs."

Feng Xiang chuckled, "Have you ever seen wolfishness in the eyes of these children?"

It is not a docile, well-behaved dog who wags its tail to please its master, but a wolf who hides its ambition in the depths of its soul and can eat its master at any time.

Yang Xiao, who had always been clever-toothed, couldn't find anything to refute in front of the aggressive Feng Xiang.

It turns out that Feng Xiang is not the "good sir" in the minds of fans. Maybe when he was young, he was naive and innocent, but in the professional basketball arena, his naivety and innocence have long been washed away.

Yang Xiao put his gaze back into the field again, gazing at the boy who was chasing her.

Can Meng Yufan...can transform into a wolf?

...

Time has never passed so fast, and the two bars of the first half ended soon. All the athletes left the arena and walked to the locker room.

Hwaseong University was like a broken bamboo, smashing seventy points in the first half, suppressing the opponent to death, Huayi University had no resistance under their onslaught, and they were attacked by them into the basket time and time again. Huayi University's players were being abused in a mess, and barely scored 20 points at halftime.

To say that the most eye-catching person in the first half was Meng Yufan.

He has a swift offensive, open and close the ball, and he does not shy away from physical collisions within a reasonable range. Where could the amateur players of Huayi University stop him? They were like a group of tainted cabbages. As soon as Meng Yufan appeared under their basket, they would disperse and completely gave up resistance.

Most of the 70-plus points in the first half were picked by Meng Yufan alone.

After this half of the game, Meng Yu's traditional strength was exhausted, and his body was sweaty, as if he was fished out of the water.

When the athletes exited the field, Yang Xiao lay in front of the railing, waving Huada's support hand and calling Meng Yufan's name.

The boy heard her shout, stopped and looked up in her direction.

He smiled at her—the kind of superficial smile that didn't reach the depths of his eyes—then he took the towel to cover his head and face, followed his teammate and walked to the locker room.

Yang Xiao: "..."

She murmured: "What's wrong with him?"

Every time we met before, the boy's smile was warm and full of sunshine, but today he is listless and smiles barely.

Xu Dong next to him answered: "It should be tired, he played too hard in the first half."

But Yang Xiao felt that this was not the answer to the question at all.

This is an ordinary game "destined to win", and the difficulty is basically equal to that of a full-level boss going to the novice village to abuse food. Just play this kind of game casually. Why does Meng Yufan work so hard?

Feng Xiang asked with interest: "Do you know that striker?"

Yang Xiao nodded: "He gave me my ticket."

"Oh? Infield tickets can be given to you. What is your relationship with that small forward?"

As Yang Xiao was about to answer, Xu Dong who was next to him suddenly interjected, and replied intentionally: "He is my uncle."

Yang Xiao: "..."

Xu Dongsheng was afraid that Feng Xiang would not understand, so he pointed to Yang Xiao, and said seriously, "Brother Feng, this is my aunt." He pointed to Meng Yufan in the field again, "That is my uncle. Both of them. This is the relationship."

Yang Xiao didn't expect Xu Dong to explain their relationship in this way. Her face turned red, but she didn't refute it.

Feng Xiang prolonged his voice, "Um...", and the broken eyebrow on the left raised his eyebrows. Looking at his expression, he seemed to think of something funny.

He snapped his fingers, leaned back, raised Erlang's legs, and asked with interest: "By the way, Miss Yang, which TV station did you say you are from? It happened that my agent went out to smoke. Tell me about your show."

...

In the lounge, the team members talked and laughed, planning where to spend a romantic Christmas after the game.

Although there was still no play in the second half, there was no suspense about the result of the game.

Just as everyone was talking, a serious-faced Coach Wu came over and called Meng Yufan away.

The boy nodded dullly, took off the soaked towel and threw it on the chair, picked up the water bottle, and followed Coach Wu listlessly.

The area for the athletes to rest during the intermission is very large, divided into two inside and outside. The outside is a lounge with direct access to the stadium, and the inside is a dressing room and shower area.

Although Coach Wu is ten centimeters shorter than Meng Yufan, his aura is two meters eight. He grabbed Meng Yufan's back collar and directly dragged him to the corner of the dressing room.

"Meng Yufan, you don't have to be on the court anymore." He said straightforwardly with a pale face.

"Wh...?" The boy's pupils shrank sharply and looked at his coach incredulously.

"Look at what you did in the first half? This is basketball, not group fights! The opponents are almost amateurs. How about you, relying on your good physical strength and high level to bully people? You and them What a grudge, did they dug your ancestral grave?!!!" Coach Wu's voice was buzzing, with a strong reproach, "Meng Yufan, I have always had high hopes for you. Liu Fangzhou will graduate next year. Yes, he told me many times in private that he wanted to recommend you to be the captain. So, I always give you the opportunity. In these few games, you have been the starter in almost every game. But your performance during this period has made me and others The teaching assistants were very disappointed. A few days ago, you were reluctant to give up, and today, it’s like taking a stimulant!! You are an athlete, and your goal is the stadium, but your current psychological state, I really doubt you can Stand on the field."

These words were never said by Coach Wu before.

Meng Yufan was surprised and ashamed. He never thought that the captain and coach had high hopes for him and wanted to put the team's baton in his hands.

As for him, because of emotional matters, he frequently loses his composure, making the coach's painstaking efforts in vain.

On the basketball court, the situation changes every second, and one second of his distraction may lead to all losses. Take the jump ball in the first quarter of today. Fortunately, the opponent is a "water team." Meng Yufan remedied it in time, otherwise the attacking rhythm of the whole game will be led by the opponent.

Seeing that he humbly admitted his mistake, Coach Wu couldn't bear to scold him again.

After all, Meng Yufan is a student he is very optimistic about, and no matter how fiercely he scolds, it is for his own good.

"...Anyway, you don't want to go in the second half." Coach Wu sighed, "You just sit on the sidelines and watch other students play, and then think about it-why you want to stand on the court."

...

After the start of the second half, Yang Xiao found that Meng Yufan did not return to the court, but sat on the rest bench on the sidelines.

The position of the resting bench was opposite the infield, and he could see Yang Xiao as soon as he looked up.

What’s strange is that they didn’t make eye contact at such close distance—no, to be precise, every time Yang Xiao noticed Meng Yufan peeping at her with her extra light, she would always turn her head. I found Meng Yufan quickly turned his eyes back, staring at his teammates on the field intently, pretending that nothing happened.

Yang Xiao was inexplicable, and really didn't know what temper this kid was making.

She reflected on her recent behavior and found nothing improper. She taught him his English; she gave him his sneakers; she taught the knowledge on the bed; she made time for the appointment tonight, and came to see him in a beautiful dress...

Thinking about it, Yang Xiao inexplicably raised an unknown flame in her heart: No matter what contradiction there is, can't it be spread out? A good man, doesn't he have a long mouth, he has to engage in this kind of cold violence? What's the point of letting her guess? She has been so busy with work for the past two weeks, she really has no more energy to coax another boyfriend who is hot and cold...

"Miss Yang? Miss Yang?"

Feng Xiang's calling sounded beside her, and the man patted her arm, recalling her mind.

"Ah sorry." Yang Xiao immediately returned to his senses, "Where did we talk just now?"

"I just talked about the outline of the interview." Feng Xiang pointed to the notebook in her hand, "All interviews must be outlined in advance, and there can be no so-called'surprises'. Why interview my elementary school classmates? Coach, this kind of thing is not allowed."

Yang Xiao nodded, and quickly noted all of this.

As Cheng Ji said, Feng Xiang is indeed a very refreshing person. After asking about the simple situation of "Midnight Road", he did not think much about it and agreed to appear in the interview. The requirements he put forward were not harsh. Compared with the weird artists that Yang Xiao had served, Feng Xiang's requirements were all in. Within a reasonable range.

The game on the court was not fierce, and Meng Yufan never played, Yang Xiao put most of his energy on the job at hand.

Yang Xiao said: "Captain Feng, I want to add your agent's WeChat to facilitate future contact."

"Isn't it enough to have me?" Feng Xiang took out his mobile phone and scanned Yang Xiao's QR code. "If you have something to do, it's more effective than asking my agent."

Because the place was very noisy, the two talked a little closer.

And this scene was watched by Meng Yufan, who was sitting next to the stadium.

His heart was stagnant, knowing that he shouldn't doubt Sister Xiaoxiao casually, but his jealousy rose like weeds.

Huang Xiaoke, who was also sitting in the rest area with him, noticed his gaze and asked curiously, "Fanzi, what are you looking at?"

"I...I'm watching Feng Xiang." Meng Yufan muttered in a low voice, "Rhubarb, you say, is there really such a big gap between us and Senior Brother Feng?"

"Of course it's big." Huang Xiaoke said in a broken tone. "He is five years older than us. He is the MVP of the CBA. He has rich experience, and I don't know where he is stronger than us." He saw Meng Meng. Yufan looked down and asked intimately, "Did you see him and feel a sense of crisis?"

Meng Yufan said nothing.

He certainly has a sense of crisis, but this sense of crisis is not only because of the gap in career, but also because of the existence of Yang Xiao.

The coach said, let him think about why he chose basketball and why he stood on the court.

In fact, if you use this question to answer Meng Yufan of different ages, you will get different answers.

If he was in elementary school, he would say innocently: "Because I am tall, my parents enrolled me in basketball and modeling classes, but the modeling classes are too boring."

If he was in middle school, he would say with a little distress: "The cultural class did not perform well, and the teacher said that taking physical specialties is a good way out."

When he was in college, he said vigorously: "It's fun to play! If you can win the championship, it will be too much face!"

And now he...

Now he will use the shortest and most powerful sentence to answer-"Because this is the path I chose."

This is his career. He wants to prove like a man that he can use his sweat to pave a path to glory.

He paid for it and worked hard for it. He hopes that his efforts can be seen by everyone-the most important thing is to be seen by the people he loves.

In nature, male animals prove their abilities by defeating other male animals to attract the opposite sex.

And this 420-square-meter basketball arena is actually a naked large-scale Colosseum.

Only those who win can have the last laugh. CUBA is definitely not his end, not even CBA. His end point is far away... and when he reaches the end point, Yang Xiao will definitely be by his side.

"Coach," he gestured with a raised hand, "I want to play."

"Oh?" Coach Wu frowned, "Do you want to know why you are standing on the court?"

The boy firmly said: "I have figured it out clearly."

...

With five minutes left in the second half of the game, Coach Wu exercised his last human rights exchange and put Meng Yufan on the court.

Yang Xiao immediately put his work aside, put away his pens and notebooks, and sat in jeopardy, holding BGI's support hand in his hand, his eyes reluctantly blinking to pay attention to the game in the field.

Beside her, Feng Xiang stared at the finale Meng Yufan with interest and muttered.

"It's me who made a mistake... So this is a wolf cub."