Mist

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the monsoon rain.

During the rainy season, he never talked about private affairs in front of them, and it was the first time to talk about his own affairs.

Tang Le asked, "Counselor Ji, do you have a boyfriend?!"

During the rainy season, he nodded and admitted that he was neat and generous, as if it was not something embarrassing him to say his sexual orientation in front of the legendary homophobic teammate.

During the monsoon rains, he usually behaves dignified and cold, and he has a bookish atmosphere that only senior intellectuals can have. When encountering danger, he can always do it without pressing, and the fighting power is no worse than their group of guardians. In addition, his appearance is too outstanding, which makes him a dazzling and magical existence in everyone's hearts. It is not at the same level as Lin Xinlan, who disgusted everyone in the team, and cannot be compared.

If Lin Xinlan is the mud that people are afraid of being stained, it is the cloud that can not be touched in the sky during the monsoon rain. It is really the difference between the cloud and the mud.

Tang Le was curious: "What does consultant Ji's boyfriend do?"

Everyone walked across the lawn together.

Song Qinglan and Tang Qi walked ahead, wondering if they were paying attention to their conversation.

What kind of boyfriend will be like during the monsoon rain, not only Tang Le is curious, in fact, everyone is curious about what kind of person a person like during the monsoon rain would like, and what kind of person can be matched with it.

What does the boyfriend do?

Regarding this question, during the rainy season, he thought about it and said: "Master of desktop cleaning."

Tang Le scratched the back of his head: "Master of desktop cleaning?"

Song Qinglan paused and asked: "What else?"

Three boyfriends, one is a desktop cleaner, and the other two do?

Tang Qi and Tang Le didn't understand, but during the rainy season, they immediately understood Song Qinglan's meaning, and said lightly: "The same profession."

Everyone has never heard of this profession, and only thinks that there is something wrong with the conversation between the two of them.

Song Qinglan didn't speak any more, just turned her head and continued on.

Tang Qi is not a talkative person, but Tang Le just complements him. Very often, Tang Le who he wants to know will automatically ask him for help. Along the way, Tang Ledu chatted with Monsoon.

Tang Le: "How did you meet?"

Tianqiong's work is so busy, it is not conducive to the cultivation of feelings, otherwise the seventh team will not be single. Even with different sexual orientations, Tang Le is eager to get out of the singles, but still wants to learn some experience.

During the rainy season: "It looked pleasing to the eye outside, and they both liked each other, so I took them home."

Tang Le was shocked, he couldn't learn this: "This, so fast!"

Still faintly during the monsoon: "Yeah."

Tang Le: "Is it love at first sight?!"

During the rainy season: "I think so."

On the steps, they walked up the carved porch, Song Qinglan's back was in front of the monsoon.

Song Qinglan's shoulder blades can be faintly seen under the white T-shirt, and the outline of his back looks very strong. Walking in this antique courtyard, Song Qinglan's sense of aggression is not contrary to it.

Somehow, I knew the other party was upset during the rainy season.

It seemed that the more they said, Song Qinglan walked hurriedly.

It may be that I can't listen anymore.

"I fell in love at first sight." Tang Le sighed, "Then your boyfriend must be very good-looking! I think consultant Ji must have a very high vision! What kind of type is he?!"

During the monsoon rains, he did not deny the saying "good-looking": "The type...cute?"

His three cats are not cold at all, even the little orange in the bubble world is still a sticky type, probably he attracts that type of cat.

Tang Le almost choked.

cute? Tang Le is a little skeptical of life, is it that consultant Ji is the one who occupies the top of that relationship?

I am afraid that he is not the only one in the team who thinks he is the bearer during the monsoon rains. It seems that their concept should be improved.

"When you act like a baby to me, when you don't let it go, it's very cute."

Walking to the door, Song Qinglan's back stopped.

The eyelashes were hanging down during the monsoon rain, which ended this topic.

The interior of this courtyard is completely different from what everyone imagined.

As soon as I entered the door, what I saw was the clean floor and walls, all kinds of black equipment, and bright lights-this house was not a comfortable and elegant living room, it turned out to be their combat training ground in the sky.

Li Chun almost fell: "Fuck, Team Song, why is there such a place in your transfer station?"

Tang Le: "Day, is it really a training ground?"

Isn't the tailor-made transit station of Tianqiong focused on comfort? Everyone should eat and drink here, and indulge in pleasure. Why is there such a perverted setting?

Song Qinglan's expression changed slightly.

In fact, when he appeared here alone, it was indeed the living room. How could it be completely changed after going out for a while and then coming back? Only he himself knows that he does now have a faint urge to play in the training room heartily, as if there is an unexpected depression in his chest that needs to be vented.

Song Qinglan walked to the sandbag without looking back: "It makes me feel relaxed and comfortable, can't it?"

Duan Wen walked to the ring and pulled a smile at Song Qinglan: "Captain, fight a game?"

Song Qinglan: "I won't let you."

Duan Wen: "Don't let it, don't let it, I just want to fight the strong."

After finally closing the cracks in time and space, he escaped from the indulgent world of bubbles, and went round and round but returned here, unable to escape the control of the sky.

A group of big men, rather than depressed, it is better to pass the rest period happily.

Song Qinglan found the black bandage and wrapped it slowly around her hand.

He took off his shoes and turned to the ring barefoot, already changing his clothes after turning his mind. Grey T-shirts and black shorts are the most common attire in the Guardian training ground.

The two faced each other, and Duan Wen also put on the same clothes, but was abruptly beaten by Song Qinglan.

Since becoming a fighting instructor in the Guardian training camp, Song Qinglan has rarely battled with teammates in the team.

Except for Zhou Mingxuan, everyone in the team was beaten in front of Song Qinglan.

In this illusion, Duan Wen took the initiative to go, and his teammates all watched the excitement and made a noise in the audience.

"Brother Wen! Fuck him!"

"you're welcome!"

"Team Song, don't hit Brother Wen in the face!"

Song Qinglan added a hair band between her forehead to tie her forehead to prevent sweat from dripping. Song Qinglan became more aggressive as soon as she entered the ring.

His nose is high, his eyes are sharp, and the palm of his right hand is hooked towards Duan Wen, and he said briefly: "Come on."

The two competed for half a circle, and Duan Wen slammed a right uppercut, and Song Qinglan dodged him sideways.

Without waiting for Duan Wen to react, just listening to the fist wind swept through, Song Qinglan bent down and punched him in the stomach.

Duan Wen cried out, knowing that Song Qinglan had always been steady and ruthless, and would never wait for him to have a chance to fight back. Song Qinglan seemed to have expected it, and grabbed Duan Wen's right leg and dragged it. Duan Wen rolled over in the air while landing, barely standing still.

Both of them are very powerful, neat and crisp, just a few moves are enough to make the eyes shine.

It can be seen that neither of them gave each other water.

But Song Qinglan was quite patient this time, and she didn't even end the fight soon. He always waited for Duan Wen to strike, and then backhanded back and left no room for it, as if he was playing with Duan Wen.

This angered Duan Wen, his original composure disappeared, and he soon became confused, and his shot was quick and ruthless.

Amidst the sound of fists and fists, and bursts of cheers, the two of them swayed with sweat, and after a short while, they passed fifty or sixty moves.

Duan Wen quickly and completely died on the ring, with a bruised nose and swollen face, gasping for breath: "No, it's not coming."

"Don't worry how many times I told you."

Song Qinglan was also beaten by Duan Wen so that the corners of her mouth were black and blue. He stretched out his hand, "After being excited, I can't calm down, and I must lose every time."

Duan Wen grabbed the captain's hand and stood up, the on his face slowly disappeared, wiping his sweat and said: "Fuck, does this have something to do with my anger?"

Duan Wen went right away, and another person turned up on the stage.

This time it is Tang Qi.

The audience was cheering.

"Tang Qi is awesome!"

"Brother! Come on! Let's play the next game of the Song team first!"

Song Qinglan glanced down the stage and found that this group of people had even drew beer and dared to treat him as a free TV show.

Even during the monsoon rains, I took a can and stood with my teammates with great interest.

Tang Qi was in high spirits, but he followed Duan Wen's footsteps, and was soon put on the ground.

Li Chun was climbing up the stage, Song Qinglan admired his courage very much, and then refused: "Go down."

Li Chun: "Fuck? Am I not worthy?"

Song Qinglan looked at him condescendingly: "I don't want to accompany you to play, change the old week."

"Old Zhou!"

"Old Zhou!"

Amidst the cheers, Li Chun yelled and walked off the boxing ring.

The small-eyed Zhou Mingxuan narrowed his eyes. As Song Qinglan's comrade in the army, as the person who knew Song Qinglan's fighting routines best, and as another fighting instructor, Zhou Mingxuan and Song Qinglan were equal.

He was aroused long ago, and he just waited for this time.

Zhou Mingxuan handed the beer can to the side: "Brother take it."

Tang Le took it right away, and said, regardless of size, "Lao Zhou, I am optimistic about you, and defeat the spirit of the surname Song!"

Li Chun also doggedly leaned forward and rubbed his shoulders for Zhou Mingxuan: "Brother, come on, I am optimistic about you too, the Song team is too arrogant, you must avenge your brother and let him see how you are good."

Zhou Mingxuan said comfortably: "Easy to talk, easy to talk."

Song Qinglan had already filled a bottle of mineral water with her head up on the stage. Sweat flowed down his neck, and the originally tied black hair became messy. It looked a bit wilder and full of danger.

Only by fighting with Zhou Mingxuan can you enjoy yourself, so Song Qinglan left him for the end.

Song Qinglan: "Is there enough acting? Come up if you have enough acting."

Zhou Mingxuan shrugged and moved his wrists to walk on stage.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded: "Wait a minute."

Everyone saw that they were speaking during the rainy season.

During the monsoon rains, the beer in his hand disappeared and replaced by a bandage, which he was wrapping around his hand in circles.

Everyone: "???"

No, consultant Ji does not mean what they think, right?

During the monsoon season, the body shape is the thinnest among this group of people, and there is no skill in front of the body in the fighting field. Song Qinglan will not make the monsoon season feel good with her brute force. They were shocked and wanted to persuade them to retreat from the monsoon season.

"Counselor Season!"

"Listen to my season consultant, don't fight with Team Song."

"Yeah, let's not join in the fun!"

The bandage was already wrapped during the monsoon rains, and he was as light as a swallow and turned up the ring in full view.

He stood opposite Song Qinglan, his body was long and jade, there was no sweat on his body, and he was refreshed and clean.

"Team Song, are you coming?" He hooked his palm and asked.