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Chapter 17 Who Can Beat Us Up?

Chapter 17 Who Can Beat Us Up?

living room.

Looking at Han Shuyan's busy figure in the kitchen, Lin Cheng crossed Erlang's legs, lying on the sofa with squinting eyes and staring at the TV screen.

Xiao Tong sat on the sofa next to her and lowered her head to peel an orange, and glanced at Lin Cheng a little unhappily.

"You are too much. If you want to eat food and order takeout yourself, you have to trouble Sister Shuyan to make it for you."

"I'm tired, I don't want to eat takeout."

Lin Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Besides, it was Sister Shuyan who wanted to make it for me. I thought you had leftovers."

"You are relying on Sister Shuyan's kindness and strength."

Xiao Tong peeled off the orange in his hand, threw two petals into his mouth, glanced at Lin Cheng again, and divided half of the orange in his hand.

"Hey! Do you eat oranges?"

Lin Cheng Erlang's legs trembled, "Don't eat it, I want to save my stomach to eat the meal cooked by Sister Shuyan, and your nail polish is all over the oranges."

"Don't eat it, I'll eat it myself."

Xiao Tong snorted and threw all the half of the oranges handed out into his mouth, biting fiercely with his mouth bulging.

Lin Cheng pretended not to see her, stared at the TV and said, "JTBC's host is really good-looking, this TV station has a good hand in selecting anchors."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? You can't see the ugly ones."

Lin Cheng suddenly turned his head, "Hey! When are you going home this year?"

Xiao Tong thought for a while, "Let's go back a few days before the Spring Festival. Anyway, there is nothing to do when I go back. I have to listen to my mother's nagging every day. It's better to stay with Sister Shuyan."

Lin Cheng expressed the same feeling. Every time he was out, his mother kept talking about it, but when he actually returned home, after a short two days of filial piety to his mother and son, he found that things had changed.

As soon as the two-day shelf life of the mother-son relationship passed, his mother began to see him as not pleasing to the eye, nagging when he slept late, sitting on the sofa thinking his posture was ugly, and occasionally punching him on the road to remind him to put his back straighten
So, love will disappear, right?
"Acheng, ready to eat."

When Han Shuyan's voice came, Lin Cheng quickly got up and ran over.

"Come on, come on! I'm here to serve the meal."

After the meal was served, Lin Cheng couldn't help but sighed as he looked at the overly rich dishes on the table in front of him: "Sure enough, it's right for me not to order takeout."

Xiao Tong pouted.

This man is so shameless.

"Sister Shuyan, you've worked hard, let's eat together."

Han Shuyan sat next to the orange and took the orange handed out by Xiao Tong, "You can eat it, we haven't finished eating for a long time, and we can't eat it now."

"Then I'm welcome."

Winking at Xiao Tong, Lin Cheng took a piece of braised pork ribs that looked very attractive and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm~ that's so good."

Lin Cheng sighed with happiness, and then said hypocritically, "But Sister Shuyan, why are you doing so much? You know that I'm not a picky eater, so just make a dish."

Han Shuyan smiled, "Anyway, there's something in the refrigerator, so I'll make a little more. If you can't finish it, we can eat it tomorrow."

Xiao Tong turned to look at the TV and muttered sourly: "Just because of someone, we have to eat leftovers tomorrow, and I don't know if someone's conscience will hurt?"

Lin Cheng is so thick-skinned, he pretended not to hear someone's complaint, and ate with his head buried in his mouth.

"By the way, are you free tomorrow? The school has an e-sports competition held at the Korea University Gymnasium. If you are free, you can come and watch."

"E-sports competition?" Han Shuyan was stunned.

Xiao Tong lowered his head and continued peeling the oranges, "I know this competition, our school e-sports club has been promoting it for a long time, and we have organized a lot of people to watch the competition, do you want to participate?"

"Yeah, I'm fine anyway, I'll take half a day to win glory for the school."

"Win glory for the school? But I heard that your school's e-sports club is very bad. People in our school have said that this time they must blow you up and make you lose face."

"Isn't that without me before? Now that Brother Cheng is in, who can beat us up?"

Who can beat us up?

In a trance, Han Shuyan seemed to have heard Lin Cheng say this.

She thought subconsciously, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Seeing Han Shuyan waving her hand, Xiao Tong raised her head suspiciously and put her ears close.

She put her index finger on her lips, biting a horizontal orange petal between her upper and lower teeth, the orange flesh pressed against her lips, and she slowly allowed to inhale, her movements looked a little childish.

Suddenly, hearing Han Shuyan's whisper, Xiao Tong's eyes narrowed, subconsciously wanting to laugh.

As a result, her fingernails just pierced the orange between her lips, and the full orange juice sprayed out at once, just splashing on Lin Cheng's face opposite.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing?"

Lin Cheng hurriedly avoided the attack from Xiao Tong, took the tissue handed by Han Shuyan and wiped his face depressed.

"Pfft~~~~ Haha! I'm sorry I'm sorry."

Xiao Tong looked at Lin Cheng's embarrassed appearance and laughed out loud.

Lin Cheng didn't want to pay attention to her at first, but when he saw that Han Shuyan was snickering next to her, her eyes were bent into crescent moons.

"Anger, what are you laughing at?"

"You forgot, that sentence you used to say a while ago."

Han Shuyan made a mouth shape with a smile, Lin Cheng opened his mouth, bowed his head and took a big mouthful to eat.

What Han Shuyan said is: dare to ask who can break this back line.

When he was only eight years old, by chance, Lin Cheng witnessed the amazing performance of Kaka, a young wind chaser wearing a red and black sword striped shirt, on the court.

Since then, he has become a fan of the Serie A club AC Milan, and he can be regarded as an 'edamame' who is not senior.

Although Kaka later went to Real Madrid, he was still more obsessed with the color of red and black.

It's a pity that Milan is getting worse year by year.

Things have to go back to the previous summer.

After the club refused to invest money for several seasons, a mysterious eastern force entered AC Milan.

Fans have seen a lot of expectations for the new season as Milan spends money to sign new aids one after another.

After Bonucci, who is known as the 'World First Guard', joined the team, a high-spirited edamame roared on the Internet: Dare to ask who in Serie A can break the defense line of my Mao?
As a result, when the new season started, the cruel reality gave Edamame a slap in the face.

Even the newly-promoted horses who have lost 14 games in a row have made a fool of themselves in AC Milan and staged a good show of goalkeeper lore. The proud back line before the game is like paper.

During that time, Lin Cheng also experienced ups and downs like countless edamame.

That year, Lin Cheng just went to college, and it was when he was complacent and liked the fun.

It was exactly that year that I joined the football club. It is common for fans of different groups in the football club to talk to each other.

Originally, Lin Cheng watched football with his classmates from the football club, especially in front of Inter Milan and Juventus fans. One thing Lin Cheng often said was: Dare to ask who can beat this back line?

Later, Lin Cheng vehemently no longer dared to speak loudly in the football club.

Because of his loud clamor at the beginning, this sentence was widely circulated in the club, and was frantically whipped by classmates on the school's SNS.

I'm afraid the roaring edamame didn't even think that his words made Lin Cheng preach to a foreign country.

(End of this chapter)

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