Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Almost the moment Xia Zhiye lowered his body, Song Yan's hands changed from clutching the clothes around Xia Zhiye's waist to wrapping around his upper body, and then he pulled his stomach, His legs went up and wrapped around Xia Zhiye's waist.

    Xia Zhiye's leg was no longer in the way, so while hugging Song Yan, he stepped forward with his right leg, pressed his upper body to the right, and hugged Song Yan from under the bar Kankan brushed past, and then immediately retracted his left leg, turned around, and the two completed the level in an instant.

    It was difficult for Song Yan and Xia Zhiye to hold the pole because men's bones are much heavier than women's, and their flexibility is much poorer, so other men and women can use it to hold them directly The way of squatting over the bar again doesn't work for them.

    Because it takes an extraordinarily long time to bear the weight, the requirements for the strength of the lower limbs are extraordinarily high, and the pressure is placed on Xia Zhiye alone, which naturally increases the difficulty of customs clearance.

    So Song Yan chose to control his body shape and Xia Zhiye's height so that he could pass stably, and then let Xia Zhiye hug him, and then rely on Xia Zhiye's instant explosive power , at the moment of losing balance, quickly pass under the bar.

    From the difficult step to the perfect clearance, in just one or two seconds, the children and parents watching from the audience suddenly burst into warm applause and cheers.

    However, this method is fast, but it focuses on a momentary force.

    Before Song Yan could react, Xia Zhiye pressed her whole body tightly, and his hands were still around Xia Zhiye's neck, and his legs were still wrapped around Xia Zhiye's side , the body is tightly together, the neck is wrapped around each other, embracing each other ambiguous.

    In the eyes of other pure children and parents, this scene is just a small episode after the successful challenge of two young boys.

    But in the eyes of the little chubby who tried to cover the cabinet door for the two of them yesterday, there was only a big "Fuck".

    Are these two people playing like this in public? !

    And the sound of the "Fuck" passing through the crowd with great precision fell into the ears of Song Yan and Xia Zhiye.

    So Song Yan stopped.

    Xia Zhiye also stopped.

    At that moment, both of them had only one thought in their minds, whether it was illegal to kill Xiaopang.

    Xiao Pang didn't know anything about it, after the "fuck", he only felt that Song Yan and Xia Zhiye were really brave: "Brother Yan! Brother Ye! You are so good! A real man needs to be frank. Be magnanimous and not afraid of strange eyes! Go ahead! I will greet you at the end of victory with flowers!!"

    There are always some people in this world who not only want to let you die, but also let you die with your name and surname.

    After thinking about where to bury Little Fatty at night, Song Yan looked at Xia Zhiye coldly: "I'll give you three seconds to get up from Laozi."

    Xia Zhiye got up immediately and reached out to pull Songyan.

    Xia Zhiye asked: "What's wrong?"

    The last level is not so much bells and whistles, it is the simplest rock climbing sprint.

    One of them will go first, the other will go on, and then the gongs and drums of the finish line will be sounded together, and this **** game can be completely ended.

    Xia Zhiye glanced at the height of the rock wall, then glanced at Song Yan, who was still breathing heavily, and took the safety rope: "I'll go up first."

    In this way, you can explore the path first, or let Song Yan rest for a while.

    Song Yan did not object, and gave a cold "um".

    After all, this rock wall is a rock wall in the parent-child paradise. Although it looks a little high, the fulcrum setting is actually very simple, and the difficulty factor is not high. Xia Zhiye has slender and coordinated limbs. Climb up in no time.

    The parents of the five-year-old child next to them also successfully reached the last level.

    Song Yan and the young father tied the safety rope at the same time.

    The staff held the safety buckle around Song Yan's waist and lifted it up and down, Song Yan couldn't hold back and frowned again.

    The pain of pulling the muscles at the back of the waist is a bit severe. It should be because the warm-up activities were not done well.

    The young father next to him noticed his expression and asked with concern: "Little classmate, are you alright?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, there was a milky cheer from above his head: "Come on, Dad! I want Ultraman! Dudududu-"

    Looking up, the little boy was lying on the back of the railing, making a classic Ultraman cross movement towards the bottom.

    The young father immediately took a step back and replied with the exact same gesture: "Dad received! Please son in M78 Nebula and wait for the victory of father to come!"

    "My son received it too! Come on, Dad!"

    Wait until the little boy is taken back to safety by the staff. The young father returned to his normal state, and Chong Songyan smiled embarrassedly: "My son just likes this, there is no way, otherwise my mother and I will not come to participate in this competition."

    Song Yan looked at the other party's neckline, which was completely wet with sweat: "Ultraman seems to be the second prize?"

    "Well, yes, the second prize, if it was the first prize, I might be dragging you into a fight now."

    Song Yan: "?"

    The young father smiled and said: "Really, no joke, I promised that boy in my family to get him Ultraman, I, as a father, have to work hard to do it, otherwise the adults will break their promises. The kid will be disappointed."

    If adults break their promises, children will be disappointed.

    Song Yan lowered her head and tried the safety rope, lowered her eyes: "You are so kind to your son."

    "Ah, isn't that the case with dads?"

    The young father had a proud and happy smile on his face.

    Song Yan didn't look at him again, just turned around and reached out to grab a depression above, then stepped on a protruding rock block and began to climb up.

    When I was in Beijing before, I had some exposure to sports such as shooting, skiing, and rock climbing, so this kind of difficult rock wall was not a problem for him.

    It's just that every exertion of force will cause severe pain in the waist, so every time I climb a step, I have to stop and slow down, and then continue until the most severe pain has passed. Climb up.

     The overstretched young father also quickly surpassed him.

    At first, Xia Zhiye thought that Song Yan had never climbed a rock before, so he was a little unfamiliar, but as he got higher and higher, Xia Zhiye felt more and more wrong.

    He has seen Song Yan's motor nerves. Even if he is sparse, his movements will not be so slow and cumbersome.

    Xiao Pang and Kong Xiaoxiao have also come up from the background, looking down at the progress of the following two people: "Brother Yan is not in a good state."

    Xia Zhiye remembered the frown that Song Yan frowned when he got up just now, and asked in a low voice, "Song Yan, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

    "No." After Song Yan finished speaking, she pulled her arms tightly, and took another step up with her body.

    However, the sharp pain in the waist was a bit unbearable, so I could only stop by stepping on two convex stones again, holding the two closer fulcrums in my hands, my arms slightly Bent, lowered his head, buried his head in the shadow of his arms, and took a deep breath.

    It doesn't look like it's okay.

    "Song Yan."

    Xia Zhiye increased his tone.

    Song Yancai raised his head again, then coldly threw out "I'm fine", and continued to climb up again.

    However, the young father climbed to the end, saw Lian Xia Zhiye's worried look, and panted: "I think your friend may be uncomfortable, I just saw his face pale Pale white, with sweat all over his forehead."

    When Xia Zhiye heard this, his heart tightened, and he leaned down and shouted: "Song Yan, stop!"

    Song Yan continued to bury her head as if she hadn't heard.

    "Song Yan, stop immediately, grab the safety rope, and I'll ask the staff to let you down." Xia Zhiye's tone was a rare serious displeasure.

      A few times it even hurt so much that I almost couldn't grasp the finish line, and there was still a full half way to the finish line.

    Song Yan didn't think about giving up.

    But he promised little mahjong, if he wanted to get her the princess castle, he had to do it.

    This is a promise that adults make to children, and they must not break their promises.

    Because he knows better than anyone how disappointed and sad a child will be when he waits happily for the promise of an adult, but only waits for an empty session.

    He once also had fun at the amusement park. It was the first time in his life and the last time he went to the amusement park, so even if it was just a small commitment, he would I don't want to go back on my word.

    He didn't want to be the kind of adult he hated the most.

    Song Yan bit her lip tightly, trying to forcibly shield her five senses with psychological hints, not listening to those anxious and worrying care and dissuasion, not thinking about how far the end is, just enduring the violent Pain, climbing up little by little.

    Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps…

    Three steps.

    Two steps.

    One step.

    The pain instantly made Song Yan unable to stand, and he tried to sit on the ground while holding on to the railing, but was pulled directly into his arms by a pair of hands: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

    The tone of voice contained obvious displeasure and refrained distress.

    Song Yan pretended to be indifferent and pushed him away: "It's nothing, it's just that the waist seems to be pulled...Fuck! Xia Zhiye, you're **** sick! Let me down!"

    Before Song Yan finished speaking, Xia Zhiye was directly beaten and hugged, and she couldn't help scolding.

    However, Xia Zhiye didn't listen to him at all, just tilted his head and asked the staff, "Where is the medical room in your park?"

    The staff hurriedly said: "Just at the entrance ticket gate, opposite the central castle, I will let the sightseeing bus take you there."

    "Well, thank you." Xia Zhiye looked back at Xiaopang and Kong Xiaoxiao, "You two help me take care of my sister, I'll take Song Yan to the infirmary first."

    After saying that, I hugged Song Yan and got on the sightseeing bus.

    When Song Yan put Song Yan on the seat, Song Yan wanted to kick him down with one foot, but just lifted his leg and he gasped in pain.

    Xia Zhiye's face became even worse in an instant, and he pressed his shoulder: "Be honest, don't move."

    After that, she went to lift Song Yan's clothes.

    Song Yan quickly opened his hand: "What the **** are you doing!"

    Xia Zhiye resisted the urge to press someone on his leg and beat his ass, and turned him around: "See if your waist hurts anywhere else."

    "No." Song Yan was now afraid of making physical contact with Xia Zhiye, feeling that Xia Zhiye was about to touch his waist, and hurriedly pulled back the hem of his clothes.

    Xia Zhiye was only worried, he grabbed his wrist and held it aside, not moving: "If not, show me."

    Song was in a hurry: "I said no means no, there is nothing to see."

    "I asked you if you were okay, you said it was okay, what happened?"

    Xia Zhiye remembered Song Yan's pale and pale face just now, and his heart was so painful that he panicked. Serious and afraid that he will do it again in the future, the tone is inevitably a bit heavier.

    Song Yan was used to Xia Zhiye's good temper. The first time he saw him like this, he was very uncomfortable because of the pain. As a result, Xia Zhiye not only did not coax him, but also murdered him, and said no at once. Qing is aggrieved or angry.

    The tone became cold: "I have nothing to do with you, I don't have to report to you."

    "You entered this competition because of me. Do you think it has anything to do with me?"

      Said the voice was colder.

    Xia Zhiye laughed angrily: "Okay, we don't know each other well, then I'll ask you what you plan to do if you lose your money today?"

    "My own waist is useless, it's none of your business. Xia Zhiye, we have only known each other for two or three months, can you stop being in control of the world, you are not who is mine."

    "What do you think it has to do with me? Then I will ask you, do I have money, whether I can eat or not, and what does it have to do with you if I am bullied by a rich woman? You Who is mine again?"

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    "So Song Yan, are you saying these things today because you are a fool?"

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