Chapter 12

The warm sand covered the soles of the feet, and the sea breeze with a salty and humid breath lingered at the tip of the nose.

The man stood in the back row, his chestnut eyes seemed to glow with golden light in the sun, and he looked unusually cool, and his momentum was rising.

The white ball was thrown into the sky, and the calf jumped hard and hit it hard.

It was like a white lightning, spinning and hitting heavily at the feet of Bai Zhiyi, and then bounced two or three meters away.

Bai Zhiyi blinked, lowered his head slowly, and stared at the big pit at his feet, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "This... is too fierce."

Jealousy makes people burst out their potential.

"Beep!" The referee blew the whistle, "The red team scored a point, and the current score is 2 to 1."

Xia Yan was also confused. He turned his head to look at the man, only to see the man showing him a ferocious yet gentle smile. His voice was soft, but with unquestionable confidence: "Yan Yan, I'll take you to a big meal."

Xia Yan shuddered a little, his face was a little stiff, and his eyes were erratic.

His little mind was filled with big question marks.

[Why is the protagonist so fierce? ]

The system was not confident: [The broken little world is a little different... It's normal. ]

[Okay. ]

Xia Yan secretly dug the ground with his toes, and the fine sand playfully slipped into the gaps between his fingers. The slight itching made him rub the back of his other foot twice.

He was a little worried.

The planned loss of the game was going to fail again.

After finishing the second game with his head down and his face depressed, Xia Yan was absent-minded the whole time. He only received one ball, and the rest were hit back by Tu Xi. He single-handedly turned the tide and won the second point.

In the third game, Bai Zhiyi and Ruan Meixian almost gave up and played casually.

The referee blew the whistle and confirmed the victory of the red team.

Summer is hot, the temperature is as high as 32 degrees, and the wind blowing is hot. After a fierce exercise, Tu Xi was sweating.

Xia Yan is not a cold-hearted bad person. Seeing that the protagonist was so desperate because of a few words of his, he felt a little guilty.

He picked up a bottle of room temperature mineral water: "Would you like some?"

"Thank you."

Xia Yan pursed his lips and whispered: "It doesn't matter if we lose."

"But I want to win." Tu Xi looked at the young man steadily, his eyes fell on the trembling, uneasy eyelashes, and calmly drank two sips of warm water, "The next round is about to start, let's go."

"...Okay."

The second group's opponents were Song Xueyang and Zhong Feiyang.

Zhong Feiyang had played volleyball before and had a lot of experience. When they played against each other, the difficulty level went up a level. But he was fierce, and Tu Xi was even fiercer. He pressed the man to the ground and hammered him expressionlessly.

In the end, Xia Yan's team won 3 to 1.

Zhong Feiyang squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, wailing loudly: "Ahhh!!! I said something outrageous before the game, and now I've lost two games in a row. I'm too embarrassed to see anyone today."

Song Xueyang quickly comforted him, saying that he should just bear with it, and that life would pass quickly.

Xia Yan was stunned when he heard this. Zhong Feiyang was already very good, but he actually lost.

What about the third game...

The young man covered his head with a towel, wiped his face with it, and carefully peeked at Tu Xi through the gap. He saw that his face was flushed, his hair was wet and tied into strands, and his white sportswear was faintly flesh-colored, making him look wolfish... and sexy?

The colorless and invisible hormones poured in like a flood, making people blush and their hearts beat fast.

Xia Yan was a little dazed.

The comment section of the live broadcast room also exploded.

[Damn, when I think of Xixi working so hard just to let Xia Yan have a big meal, I feel so heartbroken that I can't breathe. Breathe oxygen jpg. ]

[It's over, I'm going to become a girlfriend fan, lick lick lick. ]

[You're rich, you're pretty, and you love you. Why on earth is Xia Yan flirting! I can't get enough of this CP, woo woo woo. ]

[The whole network has lowered the trend search, and 'Aer' has not been dug out yet, which makes me so angry. ]

[The crew of "Heartbeat" just posted on Weibo, saying that Xia Yan and Aer are just good friends. Haha! Director, do you think I'm a fool? ] ... ...

...

Among

the four live broadcast rooms, Xia Yan and Tu Xi's live broadcast room has the highest popularity.

The director was reluctant to give up the traffic, and did not explain, but just begged to open the live broadcast, allowing netizens to speculate and discuss.

*

Xia Yan came to his senses, and the third game began.

He threw the dirty towel into the bucket and stood back in the front row. Although he didn't exercise much, he was sweating because of the hot weather.

Xia Yan, in particular, had no sense of being a star. He was lazy this morning and didn't apply sunscreen. Now his face felt a little painful.

In the last round of the wheel battle, everyone had played two rounds. Logically, their physical strength should have been almost exhausted. But who knew that at the beginning, Tu Xi hit a hard ball, and the pit was deeper than when he played against Bai Zhiyi.

Wei Junhao was not to be outdone. The muscles in his arms burst out, and he definitely used a lot of force.

No, not really?

Where is the idol? Why does he look like a mortal enemy?

Xia Yan's brain briefly went into strike.

The atmosphere is contagious. Tu Xi and Wei Junhao played back and forth for a long time. They were reluctant to lose a ball, and they were running and jumping. Xia Yan was brought in unconsciously.

He ran faster and faster, his expression was nervous, staring at the ball without blinking, trying his best to cooperate with Tu Xi. The score between the two sides was very close.

"Beep! Team Yellow scored a point, the current score is 2:2."

Missing a ball led to the match entering the final point.

The young man was filled with passion, and a trace of regret crossed his face. He stared at the ball at his feet unwillingly, and had completely forgotten the mission.

"We will definitely win." Tu Xi picked up the ball, left this sentence, and stood back in the back row.

The atmosphere was anxious and tense.

Xia Yan nodded reflexively. Before he could sort out his thoughts, the whistle for the last round of the game started. He quickly returned to his position and entered the battle.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

A full eight minutes passed, and the ball never hit the ground. Both sides were exhausted, panting and sweating.

It was originally just an ordinary small game, mainly for couples to show affection while playing, hug each other, wipe sweat, get water, and sprinkle sugar for the audience.

Who knew that both sides were too serious and directly got angry.

The hearts of the onlookers were also lifted, watching the ball without blinking, their expressions were sometimes excited, sometimes anxious, and even the bullet screen became less.

- It’s not that the audience left, but that everyone was watching the game with full concentration. Among

the four guests, Wei Junhao was the tallest, a full 1.8/1.9 meters tall, which seemed very oppressive. Tu Xi was half a head shorter than him, but not only was she not inferior in momentum, she even had a tendency to overpower him.

Xia Yan's usual ambiguous smile was gone.

He pushed all his wet hair back, revealing a smooth and full forehead. His lips were pressed into a straight line, his facial expression tense, and he was wholeheartedly devoted to the game.

When his narrow, upturned peach blossom eyes occasionally glanced across the camera, they still carried a hint of inexplicable affection, but coupled with his cold and gorgeous expression, he inexplicably seemed abstinent.

The strong sense of contrast breeds desire.

[I really want to strip Xia Yan of his clothes, press him on them, and watch him cry and say no. 】

【Although I really dislike Xia Yan's character, I have to say that a serious man is the most handsome, and my charm instantly increased by several points. 】

【Come on, Red Team!!! We must win! This is the first time I've seen Xixi fight so hard. If it weren't for the "A Er" incident, as a fan, I would be willing to accept Xia Yan's "wuwuwu". 】

But... there are no ifs.

Xia Yan's "flirting" has always been a thorn in the hearts of fans. The CP fans who were captured in the live broadcast before are now shouting BE.

The entire game has lasted for two hours.

Everyone's physical strength has long been exhausted, and they are only supported by a spirit of hard work. The assistant director hesitated, walked towards the director, and whispered: "The weather is too hot, it feels a bit dangerous."

After intense exercise, you can't drink water in large gulps.

The rest time of the wheel battle was very short. Both sides only replenished a small amount of water. If they continued to play, it would easily cause the guests to become dehydrated and suffer from heat stroke.

The director hesitated: "There is only one ball left, and it is difficult to explain to the audience."

"Neither Tu Xi nor Wei Junhao wants to give up." The deputy director looked sad.

While the two were talking in a low voice, the situation changed.

Wei Junhao caught Tu Xi's ball and wanted to hit it down hard, but he was exhausted and his hands shook. Instead, he hit the ball higher, giving the enemy a chance to smash.

He subconsciously ran to the opposite side of Tu Xi to defend, but what was unexpected was that a figure suddenly rushed out.

The tall and slender figure jumped up heavily against the light, his eyes sparkling with pure joy for the upcoming victory.

He was like a leopard, trying his best to throw the ball, his posture was strong and dazzling.

The white ball spun and hit Fang Xihua's feet. Wei Junhao in the back row was powerless and could only watch helplessly as he lost the game.

"Beep!" The referee blew the whistle, "3:2, the red team won."

"It's over."

"Won."

"The red team won, he won." The tourists who were attracted by the game cheered collectively. It was just an ordinary amateur game, but they felt as nervous as watching the Olympics.

The game was over.

Xia Yan stared at his hands blankly. Exercise stimulated adrenaline and dopamine, making him excited. He subconsciously wanted to share the hard-won victory with his teammates, but just as he took a step forward, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ankle.

?

The unprepared young man with an unstable center of gravity fell to the ground with a "pop" and fell on the beach like a large doll.

He looked up blankly, with physiological tears in his eyes, and he looked unresponsive, innocent like a pure little succubus.

The photographer's hands were faster than his brain. He focused and magnified this scene and sent it to all the friends in the live broadcast room.

[……]

[…………]

[……]

Ellipses appeared in the big movie.

Finally, someone couldn't help but speak up: [Fuck, isn't this my wife who I lost many years ago? 】

*

The beach was in chaos.

A group of people surrounded Xia Yan. The director hurriedly called a doctor. Tu Xi anxiously asked about the situation. Zhao Wenhan also ran over and pushed Tu Xi angrily.

"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, Brother Xia Yan wouldn't be injured."

"Shut up."

Tu Xi's eyes were bloodshot. Seeing that Xia Yan only raised his head at the beginning, he didn't move after that. His heartbeat was so fast that it was about to jump out.

"Yan Yan..." He called in a low voice, carefully and quickly turned the young man over, stretched out his hands, carefully lowered his head, listened to the chaotic heartbeat, and held him in his arms in a panic. After a moment of hesitation, he pinched the young man's Ren Zhong acupoint to rescue him.

The series of processes were so fast that Xia Yan didn't react.

"???"

Because it was too embarrassing to fall in front of the live broadcast room, and he didn't want to face the cruel reality, so he shrank a little, and someone who was rescued by the crowd said: "..."

It was so funny, it seemed even more embarrassing.

Do you want to wake up or not?