I want to marry my loser [football]

(130 three)

Jiang Fan replied exaggeratedly with a more surprised expression than him: "You don't even know, are you very good?"

Bradley stared at him blankly, then smiled slowly, slowly.

His outline was originally tough, and his facial features were three-dimensional and deep like a sculpture, but he was always serious.At this time, the eyebrows and eyes are softly lowered, and the smile is like a child, full of innocence and simplicity.

Jiang Fan looked at him, and for some reason, he also laughed inexplicably.

"And it's good-looking." He added, "It's powerful and good-looking."

"In the future," Jiang Fan patted his friend's arm, half encouraging, half predicting, "You will definitely become a superstar."

(130 four)

When Sally sent them to the airport, went through the security check, and found the boarding gate to board the plane, Jiang Fan took a photo of the airport and sent it to the group.

It was a small group, very young—he had just drawn Hoyle, Melville, Gerald, and others into it.

The group owner with the head of the little green monster sent three messages.

[A boring football player]: [Airport map].

[A boring football player]: [Group photo].

[A boring football player]: Going on vacation with Bradley.hey-hey.

The two teenagers in the group photo have blond hair and bright smiles, blue eyes full of bright light, and the whole person is full of bright eyebrows and high spirits. Behind him is a boy with brown hair and brown eyes, who seems to be unaware The friend next to him was taking pictures, with only a handsome profile face, looking intently at the ticket in his hand, probably confirming the flight information.

He was wearing the blue sweater that Jiang Fan gave him for Christmas. The bright and lively colors formed an extremely strange contrast with his serious and steady expression. The sense of discord was overwhelming, but there was also an inexplicable...attractive cuteness. .

[Ode to Nightingale]: You dare to give it away, and he dares to wear it.

This is Melville.His nickname on messaging apps is the name of his favorite poem.His head is pure white, with a silhouette of a tree, and a lonely bird on the silhouette, which is also a black silhouette.

He said it was a nightingale, but Jiang Fan always thought it looked like a sparrow.

[A boring football player]: So, when are you going to wear Melville?

[Ode to a Nightingale]: [Selfie].

Unexpectedly, in the photo that Melville took casually, he was actually wearing that pale pink sweater.

Looking at the background, he seems to be in a certain coffee shop, and although the boy has the same blond hair and blue eyes as Jiang Fan, his hair color is lighter, closer to platinum, and his blue eyes are grayer, like It was filled with mist.

Coupled with the white and almost glowing skin, the overall feeling is more cool.

He looked at the camera with a cold expression, but the withered rose pink sweater was a little loose, giving him a bit of leisurely and elegant gentleness.

[A boring football player]: Lanzhou roses are flowers!nice!My eyesight is awesome!

He quickly changed Melville's remark from [MAMA] to [rose flower], and posted the screenshot in the group.

[Ode to Nightingale]: ...Why are the nicknames you give so feminine?Or do I look feminine to you?

【A Boring Football Player】: Beauty and fashion are gender-neutral and gender-neutral!This is what my idol said!

[Goalkeeper who can score goals sooner or later]: Who is your idol?

This is Gerald.His head portrait is his own shadow cast on the road by the lights of street lamps at night.

[A boring football player]: A super handsome guy named Mu Ziyang.

[Goalkeeper who can score goals sooner or later]: I have never heard of it.

[The goalkeeper who will score sooner or later]: But you actually went on a trip with Bradley? ?where to go ?

[A boring football player]: Go to O'Hairta for a few days.It happened that Bella was coming to visit again, so I went out to avoid the limelight.

[Ode to a Nightingale]: Mr. Sally didn't accompany you?

[A boring football player]: Of course he is with his own daughter.But he made Bradley come with me.

[Rough man]:! ! !

Seeing Hoyle come out, Jiang Fan paused, feeling a little guilty.But he pretended to be nonchalant, trying to avoid possible accountability from his friend—"You didn't invite me??"—.

[A boring football player]: Hey!Hoyle, is there anything your mother would like?Skincare and cosmetics in O'Herta seem to be a little cheaper than in Britannia.

Fortunately, Hoyle didn't seem angry, and his tone was still soft and gentle.

[Rough guy]: I'll ask.How many days are you going?

[Ode to a Nightingale]: Hoyle, your nickname...

[Rough man]:?

[Rough guy]: What's wrong?Don't you think it fits my temperament?

[Ode to a Nightingale]: ...indescribably stupid.

[Goalkeeper who will score sooner or later]: Hahahahahahahaha.What's wrong!Don't you allow little people to have dreams?Killing me.

[Bradley Green]: This is it?

The group owner [a boring football player] has changed the group name to [Dream Soccer Circle].

(130 five)

Because of Sally's generous financial support, Jiang Fan extravagantly booked a water house.The sky outside the house is as clear as washing, and when you look up, you can see the clear blue water all around, as if you are far away from the world, like living in a city on the sea, it feels novel and exciting.

In the previous life, when Jiang Fan went out to the seaside with his friends, he wanted to try the water house, but he was quickly forced back by the cost of several thousand a night.Now he finally realized what it's like to have a rich father and be a rich second generation who doesn't need money.

- It's nice to have money!

He booked a room with a double bed, and went out through the back door, and even had a small swimming pool.

It's really... so cool!

He quickly took pictures and shared them in the group.

[A boring football player]: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture].

[A boring football player]: Look at the decoration, look at the layout, look at the swimming pool!I love it.

[Ode to a Nightingale]: You share a room with Bradley?King bed room?

[A boring football player]: That's right, one room is enough for playing, but there are two beds.

[Goalkeeper who will score sooner or later]: Are you going back to Hitam?Show Bradley around your house?

Bradley, who was taking out the daily necessities in the luggage, glanced at his phone, looked up at Jiang Fan who was excitedly throwing himself on the bed to send a message after seeing the swimming pool, and said, "I want to see your former home .”

"Nothing to see. It's in the slums?"

"Want to see."

Seeing his insistence, Jiang Fan thought about it, and there was nothing wrong with it: "...Well, that's fine. I just happen to have a few friends to meet."

(130 six)

On the second day, they went out to wander the streets of foreign countries casually, looking for interesting specialties and delicacies, watching the glorious sunset and the magnificent church, almost like an adventure, without looking at the map, without any planning, just relying on their feelings and interests go ahead.

Then I went to different islands, stayed for a day and a night in an island resort that is famous for its scenery, went out to sea for snorkeling several times, saw huge sea turtles in the sea, and many colorful fish that could not be named, and played again Parasailing.Finally, they returned to the city where they set off, and were about to transfer to Hitam.

Although they didn't forget to apply sunscreen during the trip these days, the two of them were still darkened by several degrees.

Due to excessive physical exertion, they came back on the speedboat and arrived at the pre-booked hotel. After taking a shower, they both went directly to bed and lay down.

"Bradley," Jiang Fan felt sleepy as soon as he touched the pillow. "If you wake up at 05:30 tomorrow, I'll kill you. Really."

"……it is good."

"Promise me, let us sleep together until we wake up naturally, okay? Just once, just indulge yourself once and sleep late, how about it?"

Bradley struggled for a while: "...OK."

However, before dawn the next day, Jiang Fan was awakened by the sound of Bradley getting up.

He squinted his eyes vigilantly, like a cheetah crawling in the night waiting for its prey, and found that he jumped up after going to the bathroom, threw himself on Bradley's bed, hid himself in the quilt, and waited until the cloth Radley comes out.

Jiang Fan heard the sound and quietly raised the quilt, revealing a gap, and saw Bradley standing in front of the French window, quietly looking at the sea view outside the window for a long time, looking like he really wanted to go for a morning run.

Just when Jiang Fan couldn't help jumping out to remind him to remember to keep the agreement, he finally turned around and returned to the bedside.

Then I saw the empty bed opposite.

Bradley was slightly taken aback: "Gregory?"

Jiang Fan poked his head out from behind him: "I'm here."

Bradley turned his head and saw the blond boy crawling out of his bed, his eyes widened in surprise: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Fan casually grabbed a few handfuls of his messy blond hair, his azure blue eyes drooped sleepily, and he slowly threw himself forward, lying on Bradley's pillow: "Woke up and found You're gone, let's see if you abide by the agreement."

He was lying on his side, as if he didn't want to move anymore, looked up at him still sleepy and said, "Can I sleep with you? I don't want to get up and go over..."

"Okay." Bradley smiled, lifted the quilt and lay down, then passed his own pillow to him, and gave him half of the seat.

He lay down and looked at his friend who was about to fall asleep next to him, and said softly, "How long have we slept?"

Jiang Fan said vaguely, "It's past nine o'clock..."

"it is good."

Then it should be in time to buy a plane around eleven o'clock and fly to Gregory's hometown.

He didn't feel so sleepy for a while, after all, the biological clock was used to getting up early.So the boy turned his head and picked up the mobile phone placed by the bed, and started to buy a ticket to fly to Hitt Arm today, and booked a hotel in the city center by the way.

But although his mobile phone has been set to mute, the light from the screen is probably enough to disturb people in the room where the sky is not bright and the lights are not turned on.

Jiang Fan, who was half asleep and half awake, frowned, and subconsciously raised his hand to pat the glowing place, but he didn't have much strength, and finally put it on Bradley's wrist.Feeling some kind of urging and impatience, the rigorous boy quickly completed the last few steps, then quickly put down the phone, and obediently lay down under the quilt.

He turned his face to see his friend's face, saw that his eyes were closed but still frowning, he couldn't help hesitating for a moment, then tentatively raised his hand, gently pressed on the center of his brow, and slowly smoothed it out. The folds there.

As a result, the sleeping face of the angel-like young man became peaceful again, and he himself was like a sweet dream.

Bradley withdrew his hand, but Jiang Fan leaned over, hugged his waist carelessly, and leaned on his shoulder. "Go to sleep..."

He whispered, almost as if admonishing something, and gently touched Bradley's cheek.

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