Sharpen the knife and cut the vegetable bow by mistake [MTL]

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After returning to the hotel of professional players, Chen Xingran and Yang Yunche came out for a walk after dinner, the courtyard of the hotel is very large, and many professional players can be seen coming and going, although many people's eyes are very vague, but they are still sensitively captured by Chen Xingran.

Chen Xingran's gaze swept over, and the professional players who made eye contact with him retracted their gazes one after another, like a mouse seeing a cat.

"It's over, he's seen it."

"You won't want to hit me... The eyes are so fierce! "

"Let's go, let's go!"

Several people pushed each other and ran away.

Chen Xingran: "..."

As for it?

Just when Chen Xingran was depressed, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air behind him.

Chen Xingran subconsciously stretched out his hand, and a flying football was firmly grasped in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Two figures came running from a distance, one of them was Lucas.

Lucas was playing football in the yard with his teammates, accidentally kicked it out and almost hit someone, he ran over while apologizing, and when he saw the appearance of the person holding the ball, his expression froze instantly.

Chen Xingran was also a little surprised when he saw that it was him, thinking of the impolite behavior he had made to others on the field before, and he could take this opportunity to explain.

He smiled politely and kindly at Lucas and opened his mouth to say something.

The setting sun cast a half-shadow on Chen Xingran's face, Lucas was already quite afraid of him, at this time Chen Xingran pulled the corners of his mouth, and this smile in his eyes looked extremely gloomy, like the perverted smile of the shā rén madman in the TV series before he started.

"I'm sorry!"

Lucas shouted, pulled his teammates and ran directly, not daring to turn his head back.

It's horrible!!

Chen Xingran's smile froze at the corner of his mouth: "..."

Yang Yunche raised his eyebrows: "It's famous." "

Looking at their backs as they fled, Chen Xingran retracted his gaze: "... Teach me English. "

Yang Yunche held back a smile: "Didn't you want to learn before?" "