MTL - My Mr.Mermaid-Chapter 10 Was stunned again!

The cloud did not expect to see Tang Yibai so quickly.

Entering November, the autumn wind is suddenly cool. The cloud caught a cold, nosebleed twice, and saved himself a bit, and finally got better. On this day, she received an interview task. This time, on the campus of the Sports University of the city, there is no need to travel. There is a “National Sports Workers Experience Exchange Meeting”.

The news value of such a conference is relatively limited, that is, there is a sense of existence in the newspaper, and the layout does not exceed half of the tofu. Therefore, the community only sent a cloud to interview.

Clouds are more interested in the "Sports University" itself than the content of the meeting. This school is called Gao Shuai Fu in the national sports school. Even in the B city where the university is like a cloud, its presence is not small, because the body is one of the four high-quality schools in the B city. The other three are the Film Academy, the Drama Academy and the Communication University.

In fact, among all the schools in the B city, Tsinghua University is the university with the largest number of male students. However, most of the boys in the school pay more attention to the connotation. What is external is the cloud, so it is a tragedy...

Yundu graduated from the Communication University, and she also visited the Film Academy and the Drama Academy. The handsome guys of these three colleges have their own strengths, but they also have one thing in common: the weakness of the text is weak, the strength is insufficient; the exquisiteness is more than enough, the masculinity is insufficient.

And the sports university is completely another world...

Many boys here are tall and strong, well, although some people are too healthy, but in any case, they are all sunny masculine temperament, it is like the golden wheat in the midday sun in the summer, healthy Full, clear, warm.

When the clouds passed the stadium, they saw the boys playing under the basketball hoop. They were shirtless, sweaty and full of smooth muscles, reflecting the sparkling light in the sun.

She heard the sound of a male hormone explosion in the air. This is the real man!

It is a world that can correct human aesthetics! The clouds sighed secretly.

She was in the mushroom cloud after the hormonal explosion, and was dying. I didn't expect the manpower of the opposite players to be too big, and accidentally throwing the basketball high. The basketball quickly crossed the fence made of wire mesh and smashed toward the clouds.

The cloud saw it, but her reflex nerve seemed so weak in the face of such a change, so she looked so stupidly as a dark red sphere hit her door. When she wants to hide, it’s too late...

Is it going to be disfigured by a basketball? She was so scared that she closed her eyes and could not look directly at the next tragedy.

After waiting for a while, I didn't feel the pain of the basketball face. The cloud thought that she was dreaming. She carefully opened her eyes.

It is a hand that comes into view.

This hand is big, the fingers are long, and now it is between her and the basketball, the palms and fingers are close to the sphere. The cloud saw the white skin on the back of the hand, and the light blue blood vessels under the skin. She turned her eyes, her eyes crawling up along his white jade fingers, and then she saw his clean and neat nails, the faint luster on his nails, healthy and soft, like washed pearls.

This person helped her stop the basketball. Realizing that at this time, the cloud completely opened his eyes, "Thank you," she stepped back and turned her head to see the friend who helped others. At first sight, she was shocked. "Tang Yibai?"

"I am, I don't know every few days?" Tang Yibai smiled. He slammed the basketball in his hand and changed it to five fingers. Then, with a slight movement, the basketball quickly turned on his index finger. Especially obedient. I don't know how he did it.

At this time, a boy at the end of the wire fence said, "Man, help me!" He said, and apologetically glanced at the clouds. "I just can't help, beautiful."

"Nothing." The cloud shook his head.

Tang Yibai re-attached the basketball to his hand. He took a step back, then took off and raised his hand. The basketball took off and flew toward the basket. The cloud knows his intentions, but she doesn't quite believe that he can make a shot from this far. You know, this distance is farther than the three-point line, and it is not bad to get a rebound through a wall obstacle.

Her eyes followed the basketball and then saw it tap into the net after a perfect parabola.

The cloud was so shocked that the chin almost fell. "I remember if you are a swimmer, right?"

"Yeah, I am the most basketball player in basketball." He said a lot.

The cloud has never seen other swimmers playing basketball, so she has no basis for doubt in the face of this self-selling boast. She was a little messy and looked at Tang Yibai up and down. He finally did not wear sportswear today. Black printed long-sleeved T-shirt, light blue jeans, light blue sneakers on white, and a black shoulder bag on the shoulders. Dressing up is very low-key and ordinary. Only his body is too good, his face is too outstanding, so no matter what he wears, the effect is great.

The cloud is puzzled. Tang Yibai put a pair of glasses on the bridge of the nose today. The frame is clean and the lens is clean and clear. It is placed on his face and adds a bit of temperament.

The cloud has worn Tang Yibai’s goggles and there is no degree, so she is confused now. “Are you myopia?”

Tang Yibai raised his finger and pointed his glasses, "flat light."

"Why do you wear it? Dress up the text?"

He smiled and didn't answer, but took off his glasses and stared at the clouds. His eyes are the best seen by the clouds. Thin eyelids, clear and deep double eyelids, just the right long eyelashes, slightly picking the corners of the eyes, the throat is clear and clean, black and white. When he is not laughing, the eyes are like two lakes of quiet lake; when he looks at you, there is a deep whirlpool in the lake, and your mind is drawn in; when he laughs, the lake becomes spring water, sparkling Rippling, nowhere; when he stares at you laughing, you will feel that you have become a pink petal, fluttering into the soft wave of spring water, involuntarily, can not extricate themselves, can only float with the waves.

Now, Tang Yibai stared at the clouds with a smile. His gaze gave her nowhere to dodge. She was stared at him and she was flustered. She finally blushes and bows her head. "What do you mean?"

"This is the explanation." Tang Yibai put away his smile and put on his glasses.

After thinking about it, the cloud will understand. The meaning of this kid is that he feels that he is too hooked, afraid that the unintentional gaze becomes a flying peach blossom, and then there are countless Acacia, so he has to wear a pair of glasses to disguise it, so as to avoid unnecessary pink misunderstandings.

Is there more narcissism than this? !

But, but... I think about my reaction just now, and the cloud thinks that he is so narcissistic.

She scratched her head and didn't want to stay on this topic, so she asked, "Why are you here?"

"I have to ask you this, why are you coming to our school?"

"Hey?" The cloud looked at him with surprise. "Are you a student here?"

He nodded. "It doesn't look like?"

"Not at all, but it usually doesn't connect athletes to school, so..."

Tang Yibai looked at her with a smile. "You are a red-naked discrimination."

"Cough and cough."

Even so, Tang Yibai is the idea of ​​understanding clouds. Because athletes do spend most of their time training, the time and effort to learn cultural knowledge is seriously inadequate. The more top athletes, the more serious this situation is.

The cloud was a little embarrassed to look at Tang Yibai. "So you are coming to class today?"

"Correct."

"Does the athletes of the national team really have time to go to class..." She still feels unbelievable, and this cognition and her long-standing hearsay about the characteristics of this group have produced strong deviations. It is said that the training intensity of the national team's athletes can exhaust a cow every day, and they can't spare time and energy to learn cultural knowledge, so their cultural classes are basically ineffective.

"I can take two and a half days a week to come to class," Tang Yibai patiently explained to her. "The premise is that there is no training before the game. You know, I have not participated in the competition for three years, so the time for class is still very good. Ample."

When I heard this, the clouds were a bit blank. Three years, thirty-six months, 1,095 days and nights, as a golden age athlete, a player with top level, he can only watch teammates training, competition, but day after day Repeat the regular training and class. What kind of suffering is it in a dull day?

The cloud just thinks about it, it feels so sad, and as a party, how sad it is!

Tang Yibai is a cloud of lightness. "In the past three years, I have been excellent in every class and I have also received scholarships. So I am also a schoolmaster in swimming athletes."

The clouds were teased by him. She looked at him. "I found that you are not the same as other athletes."

Tang Yibai smiled and said, "You are different from other reporters."

Clouds think, of course, not the same, I am a newcomer. She played with the camera in her hand. "When are you going to class?"

Tang Yibai looked at the watch on his wrist. "It's fast. But it doesn't matter if it is late. I am very happy to go to class."

The clouds are a bit awkward, so it’s really good to say it from your population...

The direction of the two is the same. When Tang Yibai saw the tea shop on the road, he stopped and asked the cloud to drink a hot drink. Originally, the cloud was going to drink milk tea, but Tang Yibai faintly said four words: "junk food."

So the cloud changed to drink oolong tea hot drinks. Tang Yibai himself asked for a cup of freshly squeezed pomegranate juice. The bright red pomegranate juice is as glamorous as the agate, and the handsome young man tastes a bite, like a vampire eating blood, and there is a fascinating beauty.

Tang Yibai took a sip of juice and enjoyed the eyes blinking, making the clouds want to taste.

The two walked side by side on the path of the ginkgo tree, and they chatted without a ride. Yun Duo found that, like most people, when she mentioned Tang Yibai's dark three years, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I don’t know that Tang Yibai himself has clearly emerged from such a past. In those days, it is only the tide that retreats into the white sand, and the dark clouds are washed out. What he has harvested from the bitter past is not necessarily less than what he has lost. It is precisely this past that has made him the present, tough and optimistic, mature and powerful.

Yun Duo and Tang Yibai are their peers. She compared herself with Tang Yibai and found that at least in the aspect of emotional intelligence, Tang Yibai married her N streets.

Forget it, don't think about such sad things...

The cloud holds the oolong tea in one hand, and gently taps the camera hanging on the chest with one hand. "That... can I write your news today in the newspaper?"

"Yeah." Tang Yibai bites the straw in his mouth, and it should be mixed.

"So what can we talk to?"

He loosened the straw, "Yes."

The clouds continue to grow in size. "So... can I take a photo for you? No picture, no truth."

"of course can."

The cloud then put down the oolong tea and played with the camera to help him take a few shots. In front of the straight ginkgo tree, the figure of the juvenile is standing upright, and the face of the yellow-colored leaves is more beautiful. only……

The cloud suddenly stopped, and I was a little embarrassed to say, "Can you put the juice down first..." The news actor with the drink and drink is not solemn!

Tang Yibai matched her like a baby. The more he cooperated, the more the cloud felt that he was too much. She took a good photo and smiled. "Thank you!"

"Unkind."

The two took their drinks back. Some of the clouds are not at ease. "I heard that you have regulations that cannot be easily interviewed. Will I be in trouble now?"

Tang Yibai shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I just want to say something to the coach. He has a good temper."

The cloud knows his coach, a big man named Wu Yong, a criminal temperament. It is hard for her to imagine a man with a good temper...

She wondered, "Why are you willing to take risks to match me?"

"Because you have a crush on me."

puff--

The cloud accidentally squirted the oolong tea in her mouth. She couldn’t care for her own grievances. She looked at him with a pair of apricot eyes in horror. "Hey, I don’t have it!"

Tang Yibai bites the straw, and the corner of his mouth is pressed down forcefully, as if he is trying to endure anything.

The clouds are a little anxious. "I really don't have..."

He finally couldn't help it, his lips were rising, he smiled sullenly, laughing while watching the clouds, his eyes flowing, his face ridiculous.

Clouds: "..." Nothing to say, but was stunned! QAQ