My Mr.Mermaid

When Rui Ruifeng went back to the dormitory with them tomorrow, he was still happy to sing, and then he saw his coach Yuan Runmei leaning against his dormitory.

She smiled, but she was cold.

At that moment, Rui Ruifeng felt a little cool breeze, and the wine woke up a lot.

Tomorrow and Zheng Lingyi have special colors, and they are rushing away.

Yuan Runmei smiled and looked at Rui Ruifeng. "Want to get married?"

"cough."

"How are you looking at me?"

Rui Ruifeng only felt that the whole body was cold, and the wine was completely awakened. He bowed his head and said, "Yuan boss, I am wrong."

"Where is it wrong?"

"I shouldn't send that Weibo, I will delete it now." Rui Ruifeng said, his hand reached into his pocket and smashed his phone.

Yuan Runmei is cold, "What is the use of the current deletion?"

"What should I do?"

Yuan Runmei did not answer and asked, "What should you do if you should not send Weibo?"

"No, um, drinking?" This is not sure, because the team did not explicitly prohibit drinking.

"You are going to stand up and talk to me like this?"

When Hei Ruifeng heard this, he immediately squatted on the ground and did push-ups quickly. The reaction was particularly fast.

At this time, Wu Yong came over and leaned against the other wall of the corridor, laughing at Yuan Runmei. "Yuan Shitai, bullying a child?"

"Wu Da beard, this is nothing to do."

"I know, I will take a look." Wu Yong had some gloating, and he knew that this was not kind, but he couldn't help it.

Yuan Runmei was unhappy, and she bowed her head and said to Rui Ruifeng, "Get up, go back and write an examination, no less than 800 words, ask for a smooth and sincere feeling, sum up what you have done in the last three months. Give it to me tomorrow. "

Light! Rui Ruifeng fell to the ground. His face is pale. "Teacher is too, don't!"

Rui Ruifeng is most afraid of writing inspections. An optimistic estimate, his composition level is also in the third grade of primary school, let him write an eight hundred word check, more painful than swimming 10,000 meters.

Yuan Runmei was unmoved. "Don't let Tang Yibai help you write." After that, Yang went away.

Rui Ruifeng climbed up from the ground and shouted at the back of Yuan Runmei. "Teacher, what if I can't finish it?"

"Then don't train, when will you finish writing?"

Wu Yong shook his head and sighed. "Too!"

The top athletes are very active in training, and they are not allowed to train at the top of the mountain. The first thing to be anxious is his own. Therefore, Rui Ruifeng can only write and check indecently. This process must be very painful... Wu Yong can't bear to think about it. Frankly speaking, he and Rui Ruifeng have no hatred. He likes this child very much. He just saw that Yuan Runmei was not pleasing to the eye.

After Yuan Runmei left, Wu Yong asked Rui Ruifeng, "What about Tang Yibai?"

When Rui Ruifeng stunned, "He sent the clouds back."

"what to give?"

"Clouds, clouds are a person."

"This name, my aunt's name is really random," Wu Yong spit in a slot and asked, "Is it a girl?"

"Ok."

"Hey, the man is not in the middle." Wu Yong shook his head and said with a sigh of relief, carrying a small step and leaving.

The next day, a marriage microblog of Rui Ruifeng was on the headlines of the major newspaper sports. The official response to this is: Rui Ruifeng's mobile phone fell in the cafeteria, and was taken away by the cooking hall of the cafeteria. The younger brother of cooking has just broken up with the young girl, and she is depressed. Therefore, she used Wei Ruifeng’s mobile phone to send a microblog to satisfy the male vanity.

Netizens have said: The owner of the mobile phone is also considered to be the second disease. Why is the younger brother who is picking up the mobile phone? Is the root cause that this phone has its own curse effect, who uses the second? You have to throw away your phone and change it! This is your only hope to overcome the disease!

Rui Ruifeng did not see the ardent blessings of netizens. He was bored in the room to write a check. Tang Yibai had lunch and went back to the dormitory, holding a weekly sports report in his hand.

After Tang Yibai finished reading, "The beginning and end of the marriage of Rui Ruifeng", he sighed, "Is this the story of Yuan Shitai? You must not let such people set foot in the literary world."

"I don't know." Rui Ruifeng is in a bad mood.

Tang Yibai looked at the newspaper and suddenly received a call.

Rui Ruifeng heard Tang Yibai say to the phone: "I haven't had time in the recent past. It's not long before the winter championship. It's a spring championship in another month. After the Spring Festival Championship, I have to prepare for the Asian Games. It's not intentional. You have to believe me, my favorite thing is you all over the world... Don’t be like this, I love you so much, how can you bear it..."

Tang Yibai chatted for a while, hung up the phone and took a breath. Rui Ruifeng put down his pen and looked at him with a strange look. He asked, "You and Yundu have developed this step?"

"What nonsense," Tang Yibai laughed and shook his phone, "My mother."

"Oh, will you clean up your aunt?"

Tang Yibai was helpless. "My mom said that if I don't go home, let me sleep in the kennel."

Ruirui Feng is happy. "Then you don't go home, I want to see you sleeping in the kennel."

In fact, Tang Yibai’s family is not mandatory to live in the training base. However, his home is too far away from the training base. The athlete's time is precious. He wastes two or three hours on the road every day. If he thinks about it, he usually lives at the base and only occasionally goes home. Since the rematch, he has had consecutive matches and he has returned home less often...

Then his mother was angry.

And his mother went to menopause, emotionally unstable, irritated, so her anger is now max level.

It’s a headache to think about it...

Clouds are also a headache. Her horse, Lin Biao, has never had a manuscript from the time of entry to the present. Let her be the boss of this embarrassment! Today she was despised by Director Liu. It is also strange that when the cloud is performing well, Director Liu never praises her. Once he has the handle, he will look at her with a magnifying glass. Moreover, Director Liu did not like Lin Biao. Now she and Lin Biao's two people are in the eyes of Director Liu, "I hate to hurry and die."

Clouds also tried to bring Lin Biao to the normal road. As a result, Lin Biao has cultivated a horrible concept of "there is a boss who is afraid of what", very very unmotivated and dependent on the clouds. The manuscripts are all written by clouds. His occasional title is also a shit, full of brains. Sometimes he takes pictures, the only meaning of these pictures is to prove his straight sexual orientation with that distorted photography technique.

In short, judging from the professional requirements of the reporter, this person is nothing.

Really regret that I brought this goods in for a few meals... Although I said to myself that I don’t care about him, but watching him drag the industry, the clouds are really embarrassing...

In the end, the cloud made a killer. "Give you the last chance. If you can't send a manuscript in the spring tournament, I will apply with you to get you away and go to another group."

Which group to go to does not matter to Director Liu, but it is crucial for Lin Biao. He just wants to stay with the cloud and can interview the swimming team.

Lin Biao replied calmly, "Director Liu will not dismantle us. We are the two people he hates most in the entire newspaper."

Don't say this in a proud tone, don't you say it!

The clouds are speechless. "I have a way to deal with you anyway. I can't deal with you and report it to you, and drive you out, hehe."

Lin Biao was hesitant. "Don't do this. I will let me stay in my sister's part. My sister likes swimming."

"Enough, you said your sister all day, but I have never seen your sister!"

Lin Biao opened his mouth and looked a little stunned. He sighed in a low voice. "I really have a sister."

The cloud smashed and looked at his loss. She felt like she was saying something wrong. "Yes, sorry."

"It's okay," he shook his head. "I will work hard to send a manuscript."

When the cloud looked at him, he suddenly felt soft. "If you can't do it, you can't do it."

"it is good."

He replied so crisply and neatly, letting the cloud feel like he was counting...