Chapter 232: Game Pool

Shave, Do Mask Hydration Repair, Hair Care Package, Muscle Sculpting and Massage, Jaw Stretch Face Relaxation ......

Tang Er hit was tossed and gradually lost the highlights in his eyes.

Originally, there was an orthopedic procedure to be done, but the orthopedic teacher said that Tang Er's bones were already in the right position, so there was no need to do it again, as it would be overkill, so Mu Ke regretfully gave it up - I heard that it was also very painful to do.

In order to save time, Mu Ke asks for many things to be done at the same time, for example, while he is doing his hair now, Tang Er Ta is still trimming his eyebrows and stretching his facial muscles.

The eyebrow trimmer is a good-looking, petite male make-up artist, in order to accommodate Tang Er Ta's hair lying down posture, he is almost half riding on Tang Er Ta's body, the more he trims his face, the more he turns red, and in the end, he can't hold the eyebrow trimmer steadily, and his eyes can't help but glance towards Tang Er Ta's pectoral muscles and abdominal muscles, and the speed of his eyebrow trimming is getting slower and slower.

Of this, the reclining Captain Don knew nothing; he was washing his hair with his eyes closed.

The Tang Er fight in the game and heresy handling bureau of the whole life time is devoted to these places Fang Ke can be the high prevalence of gay area does not realize, his cognition is still stuck in the like men are a very small group of this level, did not realize that gay men are actually around him.

Bai Liu, who was sitting on the sofa next to him and casually flipping through magazines, swept this scene with his remaining light and slightly hooked his lips in a smile.

Liu Jiayi, who had put on his goggles, noticed Bai Liu's subtle expression and followed his gaze, unable to hold back the corner of his mouth twitching twice.

Bai Liu put down the magazine, elegantly got up and sat next to Tang Er hit, raised his eyes and lightly swept a glance at the male makeup artist.

Seemingly sensing some kind of warning in Bai Liu's eyes, the male make-up artist panicked and sped up his eyebrow trimming, running away in a panic afterward.

Liu Jiayi followed over and couldn't help but whisper next to Bai Liu: "Why are you coming over to swear sovereignty to protect him? Wouldn't it be nice to let this silly big guy be bullied more?"

Bai Liu looked over to Tang Er, who was sitting up from washing his hair, and sidled up to soften his voice, "I don't like to see my private property taken advantage of by someone else."

"Especially when that behavior doesn't get me any more benefits."

Bai Liu raised his hand and stroked Liu Jiayi's head soothingly, "If you were bullied by anyone, I would be very angry too."

Liu Jiayi held back all the words in her stomach and turned her face away from Bai Liu -- she was actually a bit stifled because of Bai Liu's attitude towards Tang Er.

This man had put a bullet in her head, and she still remembered it.

"So what if I have to bully him?" Liu Jiayi asked with a hard look.

Bai Liu smiles, "As you wish, I don't mind the mutual cannibalization of my property, as long as you don't unduly hurt each other and lower the total value of my property."

Liu Jiayi's heart was now in the right place, and he looked up at Tang Er, ready to find a place to strike, but he was stunned for a moment when he saw the front of Tang Er's fight.

Bai Liu raised an eyebrow and approached Liu Jiayi's ear to whisper a plea, "Try not to damage his face in the process of bullying him, it looks valuable."

Tang Er hit has been thoroughly cleaned up, and is now standing up uncomfortably, touching the back of his neck here, touching his chin there, and then looking over at Liu Jiayi and Bai Liu, who are not saying a word, and getting more and more constipated.

He pursed his lips and grudgingly braced himself for a captain's dignified stance, "I told you all this was a useless effort on my part and wouldn't add to the audience's appeal ......"

"No." Bai Liu swept Tang Er hit once with a dazzling look, the light smile on his face deepening, "At least in an aesthetic sense, your attraction to me has increased."

The make-up artist had just trimmed Tang Er Ta's eyebrows low, and the sideburns on both sides were simply trimmed, which brought out Tang Er Ta's well-defined face and those ghostly blue eyes that couldn't hide their aggressiveness.

His bone shape was angular, the expression on his face was cold and stern, his body was tall, his shoulders were broad and his waist was tight, and his physical state of keeping his momentum ready at all times gave him an indescribably dangerous and forbidding look as a whole.

Liu Jiayi circled Tang Er for a while, then had to admit in frustration - this guy is the one the audience will love, appearance-wise.

Tang Er hit the first time in a group of star players to kill out to get [exempted from the gold medal], in addition to their own hard strength, superior external conditions also added a lot of help to him.

Of course he himself didn't notice it is all.

Or rather, Tang Er hit himself did not have a clear perception of human appearance due to the fact that he had been mixing with heretical monsters for a long time.

He thinks he's average looking, and that Su Yang's kind of gentle and affable looks are good looking.

Not knowing much about the aesthetic diversity of today's human society, Captain Tang's first thought when he saw Bai Liu smilingly praising him was that he was playing a bad game and flirting with him again.

So Captain Tang became more and more uncomfortable, his eyebrows pressed extremely low, his expression even brought out a bit of coldness, and he raised his hand to mess up the hairstyle he had just done, "I've said it's useless! Don't use this kind of energy on me!"

Seeing Tang Er Ta trying to ruin his look, the makeup artist beside him screamed and hung onto Tang Er Ta's arm, yelling in a broken voice, "I won't allow you to insult yourself like that! I won't allow you to insult yourself like this! If you choose two better outfits to wear, scouts will be lining up in front of my store to scout for you!"

"If you come out ......" he stroked Tang Er fight lean arm with restraint, his little face flushed, "I must be your wife fan."

What's that?

Tang Er, who had only heard of wife cake but not wife powder, pulled his arm out of the makeup artist's hand with a questioning look.

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze, "Go pick out two suits that fit him."

"Is a customized store okay?" Mu Ke inquired, "I have two ready-to-wear customization stores that I know better, otherwise it's not good for him to get clothes in regular stores at his size."

"Yes." Bai Liu lifted his cell phone, "I'll notify Mu Sicheng of the change of venue."

Inside the ready-to-wear customization store.

The store's sign is in French, which Bai Liu can't read, and most of the people working there are foreigners, but Mu Ke can communicate with them in fluent French, so Bai Liu just leaves it alone and sits down to watch the show.

I must say that Mu Ke is really a visionary, Tang Er hit the tailor measured down to 6'2", except in the sports store, it is indeed difficult to choose the men's clothing suitable for this guy.

Even in the ready-to-wear store, Tang Er's clothes are not easy to choose from, and the bearded tailor waved his hands in embarrassment at Mu Ke, who seemed to insist on taking overall circumference measurements before jumping to conclusions.

So Tang Er was summoned into the inner circle of a white cloth curtain to take off his shirt and measure his circumference, and Bai Liu and Mu Ke both followed him in to help him choose clothes for reference.

Liu Jiayi was forced to stay outside.

At this time Mu Sicheng also came, after learning the cause and effect from Liu Jiayi, he rolled up his sleeves without saying a word and went in with an impish grin on his face.

Could there be a better fucking moment to get back at this dumbass Captain Don?

When he sees a stripped Tang Er fight later, he must humiliate the other man's figure! Say the other guy doesn't look good in anything!

What kind of handsome man can he be if he's just a Tang Er hit with that scruffy look that's been sleeping on the street for half a year?

Mu Sicheng was a million times not convinced, or at least not convinced that Tang Er Ta could be more handsome than the youthful and beautiful him, so he simply arranged his hair, lifted the curtain with a high hand, and stepped in.

Tang Er, who was half naked, lifted his eyelids and looked over with a mischievous look.

His old uniform was stripped down and collapsed in a heap around his waist, and there was an incredible sense of power in the smooth undulating curves of the old scars, large and small, and a number of gunshot wounds from his chest to his back, the muscles completely taut from the loss of their protective layer, stretched from his spine all the way down to the center of his backside.

Neat, sharp, short hair, clear, clean square face, ghostly blue eyes with unavoidable aggression staring straight at the man who lifted the curtain, and then, after making sure that the man was a harmless teammate, coldly averted his face and reached out to measure the length of the tailor's hand.

These scars, which were not easy to see, frightened the tailor who measured Tang Er's circumference, and he measured him carefully, not daring to utter a word.

Mu Sicheng lowered the curtain expressionlessly, then threw back his head and howled noisily at his chest for a second or two.

In one shot he lost! Damn! Looks so cool! Good body!

Mu Sicheng hesitated for two seconds, gritted his teeth, refused to admit defeat and took off his tracksuit jacket again, ready to go in wearing only a t shirt.

Shit, he kind of played sports and wasn't in bad shape!

Liu Jiayi, who had seen through everything, looked at him with pity: "You can't win Tang Er's fight, his pecs are bigger than yours, and I visually estimate that his chest size should be more than one hundred and ten."

Meanwhile, from the curtain came Mu Ke's stoic confirmation, "Bust 115, is that much? Are you sure that's a normal bust for him, no overdevelopment or anything like that?"

The tailor replied in broken Chinese, "Very, standard, PERFECT!"

Mu Ke with a bust in the early nineties : "......"

Mu Sicheng with less than a hundred and one bust: "......"

Lose, lose!

Mu Sicheng silently put on the sweatshirt jacket that he had taken off, and also zipped up the zipper that had been left open to keep his top from being exposed to comparisons, adjusting his expression before lifting the curtain again and walking in.

Tang Er playing is getting dressed, he is very unaccustomed to this unguarded let others close, so by Bai Liu pressed the head to force the measurement of a pass, now the face is very unattractive, the tone of voice also changed to sink: "Still want to continue to measure?"

"NO!" the tailor waved his hand excitedly as he gestured across the room to compare the shape of Tang Er's beaten chest, waist, stomach, and ass, giving him a thumbs-up, appreciating in a peculiarly accented English, "- beautiful!"

Tang Er hit looks tense and pulls away from this tailor.

Instead, it was Mu Sicheng and Mu Ke next to them who had a kind of unconcealable jealousy on their faces as they stared at Tang Er's beaten breasts for a long time before despondently looking down at their own.

Mu Sicheng also raised his hand to compare his own chest, and then roughly expanded by 5 centimeters and compared, the heart is more and more sad and angry - cool and handsome chest is so big to show earlier ah! Hiding is to save until now to humiliate me is it!

After measuring Tang Er Ta's circumference, the tailor explained a few words to Mu Ke, and then propped up his chin to scrutinize Tang Er Ta, giving him goose bumps.

Mu Ke translates to Bai Liu: "He just asked me about Tang Er hit's profession, in general, except for models, there are few people who have such a standard circumference at this height, and I explained that Tang Er hit went through professional military training, but is now retired from the military."

"So he recommended class uniforms for us." Mu Ke explains, "The real uniforms of the military and police have strict rules against casual dress, but there are relevant versions of clothes to try."

As he was talking, the tailor took a uniform with a dark gray jacket off the hanger and handed it to Tang Er to beat and tell him to take it in and try it on.

After a minute or two, a dressed Tang Er called out.

His shoulders were very broad, holding the straight shirt with the stylized drawstring inside up nicely.

The shirt looks slimmer than Bai Liu's social animal shirts, with a black double-breasted undershirt above the chest, and black straps that flare out over the shoulders, from the back of the shoulder blades down to the abdomen and into the back waist.

The pants are relatively wide at the waist and stomach, but are tightly gathered, are hip-hugging and close-fitting, and have a dark leather pistol/holster clipped to the back waist.

The tailor nodded in satisfaction and turned to Mu Ke.

Mu Ke: "He said it's a reference to the FBI style uniforms, and it's perfect for someone like Tang Er to fight who's trained and has a standard build."

Tang Er hit was still straightening his collar, his brow furrowed as he didn't seem quite comfortable with the clothing that wrapped him too tightly.

"Well?" Bai Liu asked, "Does wearing this suit affect your operation?"

Tang Er hit hesitates for two seconds, he raises his arm and moves it, then gives an honest answer, "No."

"This one then." Bai Liu clapped, "Wrap it up and move on to something else."

Forty-seven minutes later.

After buying the tie clip shoes socks and other accessories Tang Er carrying large and small pockets, cold face standing in Bai Liu's small rented room, he wrinkled his eyebrows and raised his hand to undo the two buttons of his shirt - too tight, he is not very accustomed to this dress.

Inside the house, Bai Liu is calling the leader, "Well, Mu Ke is here with me, come and pick him up."

After hanging up the phone Bai Liu dialed Mr. and Mrs. Xiang Chunhua: "Jiayi is at my place, come and pick her up."

Closing the phone, Bai Liu turned to Mu Sicheng, "Can you go back by yourself?"

Mu Sicheng nods.

Having dealt with the question of where all the team members were going, Bai Liu turned to face these team members squarely, "Because we are fortunate enough to have Captain Tang's strong support, enrollment will not be a problem, and we will also have more time to plan wisely."

Bai Liu's eyes and Tang Er, who was standing at the end of the game, exchanged a glance: "Captain Tang told me that apart from training, it is equally important for the players to recuperate, it is now almost eleven o'clock at noon, go back and rest for the afternoon, tidy up your appearance, and then gather at this hotpot restaurant in front of my house at 5:30 p.m., and I'll treat all of you to a hotpot get-together, and then log on to the game at six thirty. Officially start league training, any comments?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"OK." Bai Liu nodded and was just about to continue talking when, at the same time, his doorbell rang.

Tang Er, who was standing at the end of the line, turned around to open the door, and as soon as he did so, he startled the leader who was frantically rushing to the door when he got the call.

Tang Er hit too high, it was all secondary to the fact that the uniform he was wearing looked disheveled from his own messing around, and the hairstyle he'd just finished was ruffled and washed out from discomfort.

A couple of knife scars still peeking through the open collar, smelling like freshly showered (shampooed, actually) shampoo, the ends of his hair dripping downwards-

-Looks extremely wild, like he just rolled in bed.

Because Bai Liu inside was still explaining things, Tang Er hit blocked the leader outside the door and looked down on him condescendingly: "Is there something wrong?"

The leader cowered warily and tilted his head to look at him as Tang Er hit the extremely strong aura pressing down on his speech, "I, I'm here to see Mu Ke."

"Wait a little longer." Tang Er typed, "Bai Liu is still inside and he ......" explained things.

The leader incredulously interrupted Tang Er's words and blurted out, "Bai Liu isn't done yet? Aren't you done with Bai Liu?"

--You're a big fucking man, and you didn't even get Bai Liu to finish?

The statement sounded a bit odd, but Tang Er hit couldn't tell what was wrong with it, just frowned and explained, "Bai Liu just dealt with me, but not the other two yet."

Liu Jiayi can basically handle her own affairs, Bai Liu doesn't have to worry about them.

The leader was dizzy and braced himself against the wall before he could stand still as he asked in a shaky voice, "Inside, Bai Liu went on to deal with the other two in front of you?!"

Is this Damn it a human thing to do?

Have one of his lovers come out and help him with his guests while he continues to deal with the others inside?

Tang Er frowned and asked rhetorically, "What's not to like?"

The leader was Tang Er hit by the question shook his body a little body barely stood steady body, eyes swept to Tang Er hit the neckline to reveal that wound, ghostly God asked a sentence: "These injuries on your body, will not be Bai Liu do it?"

Tang Er hit a change of color, quickly tightened the collar, grabbed the leader's hands to clasp them back, put the leader against the wall coldly and sternly questioned the other party, "How do you know? You also played the game?!"

"I'm not playing this dirty, evil game with Bai Liu!!!" The leader growled resentfully, "Let go of me!"

Is Bai Liu's group of men so horribly jealous! I feel like I'm going to arrest Bai Liu and kill him just because I've played a game with him!

Just as the leader was being beaten to death by Tang Er, Bai Liu pushed open the door and slightly raised his jaw to signal Tang Er to let go, "He's not a player, let go of him."

Tang Er hit then let go of his hand, he will believe it back.

The leader pulled away from him in fear, and he looked over at Bai Liu, who had pushed the door open, and again his pupils shook.

In just one day, Bai Liu had emaciated, his face pale and his eyes black, as if he'd been up all day and night on a drug-fueled binge.

The leader stepped forward to lead Mu Ke away, and before he left, he glanced back at Bai Liu's open collar, and at about the same place as Tang Er's blow, Bai Liu also had a small, round wound on the side of his neck - similar to the wound caused by a cigarette burn.

But when the leader came to pick up Mu Ke yesterday, he hadn't seen Bai Liu with this wound.

It's only been one night. How fucking intense is this game!

The leader, distraught, grabbed Mu Ke's hand and quickly fled.

When Mu Ke and I walked outside, the leader couldn't help gossiping, "Was Bai Liu's neck burned by the guy at the door with a cigarette while he was playing a game?"

Mu Ke creepily asks back, "How do you know?!"

Leader vicissitudes pulled out a cigarette to light up, leisurely looked into the distance, despondent spit out a mouthful of smoke rings: "This pair of eyes of mine, has seen through too much of the world's filth ......"