Host, You're Targeted

From the national competition to the finals, the five most promising domestic teams are as follows: pol vs TKG, pol; Sora, best, best; best vs mini, mini.

Pol and mini compete for the championship.

In the morning, song Zhiye had a good sleep. He woke up fresh and cool, and his arms were cold.

Song Zhiye kneaded the glutinous rice dumplings in his arms and successfully woke Xu Qingdu.

"Well?" Xu Qingdu rubbed his forehead against song Zhiye and opened his eyes to look at him Good morning

Song Zhiye looked down at the man in his arms, and suddenly let Xu Qingdu roll aside. He rolled two circles and stopped one meter away from Xu Qingdu.

Xu Qingdu didn't sleep well last night. He got up in the early morning and got into the bed of song Zhiye. He was covered by his body temperature and fell asleep. So he is still sleepy.

Song Zhiye looked at Xu Qingdu, rubbed his eyes, or a face of sleepy expression, almost thought he was still in the dream.

Is he hallucinating? Yesterday was not to say that the smell of Xu Qingdu's room was gone and could be used? Xu Qingdu also said that he would go to his room to sleep at night, and after taking a bath in the middle of the night last night, he found that there was no light under the door of the compartment, indicating that Xu Qingdu had gone to bed.

So Why would he be in his bed this morning?

"You, you, you younger brother! Why are you here? "

Xu Qingdu took the quilt to cover his face and yawned. He let go of the quilt and rubbed his eyes to sit up. Because he was awakened by song Zhiye, the nasal sound in his voice was very obvious.

"It's cold in the little room." Xu Qingdu covered his nose and yawned, "I woke up cold in the middle of the night and came to warm your bed."

Xu Qingdu changed into an ordinary Black Plaid pajamas. The buttons on the neckline were supposed to be because they didn't buckle up well when they were sleeping. Now they are wide open.

Song Zhiye also watched Xu Qingdu sitting on the bed, holding the quilt to wake up, and also sat up.

He took a look at Xu Qingdu. He was dazzled by a large piece of white skin on his collar and swallowed his mouth instinctively.

"If you're still sleepy, keep sleeping!"

Song Zhiye stares at Xu Qingdu's neck and suddenly gets a little angry. He pulls the quilt over Xu Qingdu's head, puts the white skin under the quilt, gets out of bed and runs into the bathroom.

Xu Qingdu is really a little sleepy, covered with song Zhiye's head, he really falls down and continues to sleep.

The quilt is still hot, with the fragrance of song Zhiye.

Xu Qingdu shrinks to the place where song Zhiye began to sleep, and curls up in the place where the temperature remains.

What song Zhiye saw after washing and gargling was that Xu Qingdu shrank into a ball in the quilt with only a little black hair missing.

He came over with his slippers on and stood beside the bed, gently pulling down the quilt that Xu Qingdu was holding, revealing a small white face.

Song Zhiye looked at the picture of Xu Qingdu sleeping, rubbed a handful on his head with a smile, tucked in the quilt for him, and went to the wardrobe to change clothes.

After Song Zhiye left the room, Xu Qingdu went back to sleep for half an hour before getting up.

"Good morning

In the rest area, a group of people gathered around the computer and didn't know what they were looking at. Xu Qingdu was used to the name of "ferry God", and yawned slowly down the stairs.

"Good morning."