Chapter 136 Romance: The Cold and Domineering CEO and the Younger Athlete (2)
Romance Variety: The Cool and Domineering CEO and the Younger Athlete (Twenty)
"elder brother?"
Lance moved closer, but Song Ning avoided him and didn't respond.
"elder brother."
Lance changed direction again.
Song Ning still looked towards the sea with a cold expression and said nothing.
Lance had no choice but to sigh heavily.
Song Ning seemed indifferent, but he actually pricked up his ears.
"There's nothing I can do. I'll go change my clothes and rest on the beach chair with my brother. Anyway, my brother probably doesn't want to see me help him try it on..."
"I did not say."
Song Ning finally spoke.
Lance paused and looked back.
"What about brother?"
Song Ning saw that his face was full of the words "Brother, pay attention to me", and the burning ears barely recovered a little.
"Go and have fun. I'll watch over you."
He just found it hard to accept it for a moment, but after all, he was the one who took the clothes and asked Lance to put them on.
As for the consequences of wearing them, and the fact that he later realized that it was his clothes that Lance wore, he should bear all of this himself.
is not it……
It's just his clothes on Lance. That's all.
Song Ning slowly closed his eyes.
"Brother, what do you want to see me play?"
Lance ran over with a card in his hand. Song Ning took a look at it and silently looked away.
What a vibrant and youthful body.
Every time he looked at her, he felt as if he had grown five years younger, so young that an inappropriate smell of rust was about to emerge from his nostrils.
"You can pick whatever you know or like, it's all fine."
Song Ning glanced at the projects kindly provided by the program team, and threw the question back with some difficulty in making a choice.
Lance sat down on the beach chair across from him, "If you like, they're all pretty much the same. I know all of them. Brother, pick the one you want to try and I'll try it out for you to see."
Song Ning took a sip of the cold drink with a lemon slice and a small umbrella in it, then looked up in surprise.
"You know all of them?"
Last time there were more than a dozen ways to play. Does Lance know all of them?
Lance also took a sip of his cold drink.
"Well, I know all of the ones written above, so you should choose, brother."
[Uh, this doesn't seem necessary, does it? What is Lance doing? If you want to establish your character, you don't have to say it so decisively. ]
[I do feel that this part is a bit too much, and I really don't understand the conversation between the two of them. Why must Lance go to play for Song Ning to see, instead of the two of them playing together? It feels like the two of them are suddenly separated, which is a bit hard to accept to be honest.]
[I don't understand it either, to be honest. Song Ning is fine. Lance was a little crazy in this part. Although I don't know what kind of gameplay the program team provides, there must be a diving activity at the beach, right? Does Lance even know how to dive? Fuck the gym student's character, there's no need to be like this. ]
Song Ning looked down at the list, her long eyelashes swaying along with the thick coconut leaves.
"Then, can I surf?"
He handed over the list with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
Almost every man has a surfing dream in his heart. After all, it is so cool that it is hard to refuse.
"Okay, then brother, please keep an eye on me."
The voice is full of energy and vigor.
Song Ning sat up straight, holding a cold drink and looking at the figure quietly.
The pure white surfboard, the tall body with honey-colored skin, and the huge waves that occasionally hit the shore with huge waves.
The figure in the sunshine was riding on the surfboard as if he was strolling in his own back garden. Every time a huge wave came, it was either broken by the white surfboard or pushed the person on the surfboard to the top!
Every movement and every control of the huge waves was extremely precise, and Lance in the camera was so eye-catching.
The cold drink in his hand melted, and water slid down Song Ning's fingertips to his elbow, soaking the white coat he was wearing.
Song Ning's eyes were fixed on the sight.
"elder brother--!"
The man on the wave suddenly shouted, "Are you looking at me carefully——?"
Song Ning nodded subconsciously.
The next second, he lowered his head as if he had received an electric shock and took a sip of the cold drink that was not cold enough.
But the tips of his ears, which could not be hidden by his hair, were already burning red, revealing all the emotions he wanted to hide.
[Oh my god…]
[Those of you who just said Lance is low, please stand up and ask if it hurts your face? 】
[I am dying of laughter. Knowing that Lance is a sports student, he still insists on saying that he is incompetent and a jack of all trades. Now it is clear who the real clown is, right? ]
[To be honest, I really think Lance is good enough to participate in the competition. Is he really not an athlete or something like that? Can a pure sports student really have his level of ability? ]
[Let me analyze rationally. Lance's performance was of a very high standard. However, I feel that he actually made a lot of sacrifices for the sake of viewing quality. The difficulty of his choices was not that great, but in some ways, he also used more skills to make himself so attractive. After analyzing so many people, I mainly want to express that Song Ning was not fascinated by this???]
[Le, the cameraman finally got the message. Did you see Song Ning in the camera? The tips of your ears are about to be burned off. Drink, drink a few more sips of cold drinks, or I'm afraid you'll spontaneously combust! ]
Song Ning had the same idea.
He drank a cold drink and Lance strode towards him on the white sand with a surfboard in his hand.
Drops of water gathered on the honey-colored texture and fell down, occasionally sliding across the textured cloth that was embedded in the waist.
"What do you think, brother? Do you like it?"
Lance picked up his cup and took a sip.
Song Ning's eyes were evasive and his tone was so light that it seemed to be floating in the sky.
"……Um."
"So is there anything else you want to see, brother?"
Lance moved closer to him, his hot breath sweeping over him and mercilessly taking his breath away.
Song Ning found it a little difficult to breathe for a moment, and his eyes felt slightly hot.
"You, anything you're good at is fine."
"Okay, then brother must watch carefully."
Lance drank it all in one gulp and walked away smiling.
For the next two hours, Song Ning couldn't take his eyes off that figure.
He saw it just as clearly as promised.
But the more he looked, the faster his heart beat.
In the end, he was even a little dizzy and unable to control himself.
How could there be someone who was born to grab all his attention, as brilliant as fireworks that made it impossible for him to look away?
The cold drink cup in his hand had long been empty, and his lower back also gave off a faint warning of discomfort from sitting for too long.
But Song Ning forgot everything, his eyes were fixed on that figure.
He moves, it moves.
He is quiet, it is quiet.
It was not until that figure walked towards him again that Song Ning's cold drink cup suddenly loosened his grip and he slowly fell forward.
Lance was so frightened that he took a few steps forward and hugged the man.
A touch of hot heat came from Song Ning's body, and Lance was startled.
So hot!