狼行成双 || wolves of a pair prowl together [English Translation]

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The wind blows very quickly on the playground, and the inexplicable sand and grass roots hit people on the body.

Bian Nan pulled his hat down to the part of his nose, and his collar was pulled up to his head. He was beaten so that his eyes could hardly be opened, and he could feel broken teeth in his mouth.
　　
"Fuck me today... it's smog again!"
Wan Fei behind him screamed breathlessly while screaming to the ground.
　　
"Smog, your uncle, this is a dust storm," Bian Nan sighed.

"Did you see PM25*1 all over the sky? Hooking up is a pot of hot and sour soup."
　　
"Fuck, why don't the volleyball class idiots need to give a penalty!" Wan Fei turned his head and saw a few people squatting on the side of the playground watching the excitement.
　　
"Because those idiots stepped over the wall and didn't let anyone catch them,"
Bian Nan turned around and ran a few steps backwards, reaching out and slapped Wan Fei's head.
"We haven't turned over for a hundred years. We are better off as a fool."
　　
"Damn, that's...inch...okay!" Wan Fei was unconvinced, panting, and wanted to say a few more words. He saw a blue figure. Walking out of the gymnasium, he quickly pushed Bian Nan,
"Lao*2 Jiang, Lao Jiang, Lao Jiang is out..."
　　
Bian Nan quickly turned around and ran forward, taking a few mouthfuls of sand professionally.

Lao Jiang was the coach of their tennis class, the most brutal coach in the sports school, so brutal that they didn't even dare to give Lao Jiang a nickname.
　　
"BianNan is three kilometers away!"
Lao Jiang walked to the side of the runway and roared at Bian Nan who had run in front of him.
　　"Fuck me."
As soon as Bian Nan heard this, almost none of them staggered to the ground.
　　
"What about me?" Wan Fei asked swiftly.
　　
"If you want to run with him, don't you two get one free." Lao Jiang said coldly.
　　
"First... tear it down..." Wan Fei panted badly.
　　
"You useless thing." Bian Nan was happy.
　　
"I'm exhausted...who...who gives...you massage."
After Wan Fei ran the last lap, Lao Jiang squatted down on his legs.

Bian Nan continued to run for the remaining three kilometers against the sand, feeling the muscles in his legs screaming and accusing the old lady Wan Fei with small feet. If it weren't for Wan Fei's pants that got hooked by a nail when he stepped over the wall last night, they can't be caught by Lao Jiang on the spot.
　　
A penalty run of five kilometers plus three kilometers is not a big deal for BianNan, but it would be a bit cruel and inhumane after an afternoon of physical training and the tongue is so tired that it will come out.
　　
After speeding up for the last three kilometers, BianNan stepped down in front of Lao Jiang, bending over and propped his knees: "Is it enough?"
　　
" Go on turning at night, and work harder ." Lao Jiang glanced at him blankly. Turned around and left.

Back to the dormitory is already time to eat, no one in the dormitory is there, Bian Nan strips off all his clothes, spreads on the bed, and instructs Wan Fei: "Quickly, squeeze my legs for the young man."
　　
Wan Fei wrapped up. A whole piece of clothing was lying on his bed and there was no movement.
　　
"Dead?" Bian Nan grabbed the pillow and threw it over there.
　　
The pillow fell on Wan Fei's head, and he sighed,
　　"I'm going to die soon."

"Come over and squeeze my legs before you die ." Bian Nan said.
　　
"Can't you make a good impression on a dying person," Wan Fei dragged his throat and lay on the bed, "You can be a ghost..."
　　
"Trash, what's the use of you," Bian Nan sighed. He jumped out of the bed and walked to Wan Fei's bed and stepped on his ass, "I will step on it for you?"
　　
"Hey...hey...comfortable..." Wan Fei sighed exaggeratedly . Then, "Master, go up a little bit, two feet from the waist..."

The phone in BianNan's pocket rang. He took out the phone and moved his foot up to Wan Fei's waist and stepped on it: "Remember whether my great grace is gone."
　　
"Remember, remember. Engraved in my heart forever..." Wan Fei hummed.
　　
There is a text message on the phone. The sender's number stored on his phone is "Aunt Lin". This is his father's wife and his stepmother.
　
The text is only five words, will you come back this week?
　　Bian Nan frowned and quickly returned one, not.
　　
Wan Fei groaned at his feet and kept talking: "I want to say that my brother Nan, who is good-looking, has a good body, and can step on his back... temper... temper... You have a good temper towards beautiful women, why are you? Just..."
　　
Bian Nan stopped and raised his eyebrows: "Just what?"
　　
"It's nothing, don't stop," Wan Fei touched his calf with a backhand, "Go on."
　　
"Just him .What the hell!" Bian Nan kicked Wan Fei's waist.
　　
"Hey!" Wan Fei yelled, clutching his waist and turning his face, "What do you do! I'll just say why you can't chase Zhang..."
　　
"I can't chase your uncle!" Bian Nan kicked his ass. After the past, he knew that Wan Fei was talking about Zhang Xiaorong.
　　
"Ah-" Wan Fei shouted again, and the paraplegic fan was gone, clutching his crotch and rolling back and forth on the bed flexibly, "I'm fucking broken!"
　　
"You have a long butt," Bian Nan ignored him, opened the cabinet and took the clothes out and threw them on his shoulders to take a bath. After thinking about it, he said, "Is it right? Hemorrhoids..."
　　
"Hemorrhoids, your sister! Why don't you let me step on your foot!" Wan Fei jumped off the bed and leaped over to grab Bian Nan.
　　
"Fine, I was wrong," Bian Nan opened the door of the dormitory and ran out, "I know that yours is an ostrich egg."
　　
"Fuck you! It's possible that the pigeon egg can be damned!" Wan Fei opened the door and shouted, "Wait for me, I will take a bath too!"
　　
Bian Nan glanced back at him, put his hand on his waist, picked up his clothes and twisted and ran forward for a few steps: "Come chase me, chase me..."