Chapter 232: Game Pool

shave, do a mask hydration repair, hair care package, muscle sculpting and massage, jaw stretching face relaxation ......

Tang Erda was tossed around so much that her eyes gradually lost their highlights.

There was an orthopaedic procedure to be done, but the orthopaedic teacher said that Tang Erda's bones were already in the right position and there was no need to do it again as it would be overkill, so Muke regrettably gave up - I heard it would be painful too.

In order to save time, Muke requires as many things as possible to be done at the same time, for example, while Tang Erda is currently doing her hair, she is also trimming her eyebrows and stretching her facial muscles.

In order to accommodate Tang Erda's hair lying down, he almost half-straddled Tang Erda's body, and the more he did it, the redder his face became.

Captain Tang, lying down, was unaware of this, his eyes closed as he washed his hair.

Tang Erda, who has devoted his life to games and heresy boards, is unaware of the fact that these places, Fang Ke Ke, can be a high risk area for gays.

Bai Liu, sitting on the sofa next to her, casually flicking through a magazine, caught the scene and smiled slightly.

With his goggles on, Liu Jiayi noticed the slightest expression on Bai Liu's face, followed his gaze and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth twice.

Bai Liu puts down the magazine, rises gracefully and sits next to Tang Erda, raising her eyes to glance at the male make-up artist.

As if sensing a warning in Bai Liu's eyes, the male make-up artist panicked and sped up the process of trimming his eyebrows, running away in a panic afterwards.

Liu Jiayi followed him and couldn't help but whisper next to Bai Liu, "Why did you come over here to protect him by swearing sovereignty? Why don't you let the big guy get bullied more?"

Bai Liu looked over at Tang Erda who had washed her hair and sat up, turning sideways and softening her voice, "I don't like to see my private property being taken advantage of by others."

"Especially when such behaviour does not serve my greater good."

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

Liu Jiayi holds back her words and looks away from Bai Liu - she is actually a bit sulking because of Bai Liu's attitude towards Tang Erda.

This man had given her a shot, and she still remembered it.

"And what if I have to bully him?" Liu Jiayi asked fiercely.

Bai Liu smiled: "As you wish, I don't mind the mutual engulfment of my property, as long as you don't hurt each other too much and reduce the total value of my property."

Liu Jiayi, now relieved, looks up at Tang Erda, ready to find a place to strike, but is stunned for a moment when he sees Tang Erda's face.

Bai Liu raised an eyebrow and leaned in close to Liu Jiayi's ear to whisper a request, "Try not to damage his face in the process of bullying him, it looks worth a lot of money."

Tang Erda has been thoroughly tidied up and is now standing up uncomfortably, rubbing the back of her neck here and there, touching her chin, then looking over at Liu Jiayi and Bai Liu, who have not said a word, and are getting more and more restless.

He pursed his lips and reluctantly held up an imposing frame of a captain, "I told you all this was useless on me and wouldn't add to the appeal to the audience ......"

"No." Bai Liu swept Tang Erda once with dazzling eyes, the light smile on his face deepening, "At least in an aesthetic sense, your attraction to me is heightened."

The make-up artist had just trimmed Tang Erda's eyebrows low and her sideburns simply trimmed at the sides, which brought out the well-defined shape of Tang Erda's face and those haunting blue eyes that could not hide their aggression.

His bony, angular form, the cold, stern expression on his face, his tall, broad-shouldered, tight-waisted body, which is always poised for action, give him an overall appearance of indescribable danger and abstinence.

Liu Jiayi circles Tang Erda for a moment before having to admit in frustration - this guy is the one the audience will love, appearance-wise.

Tang Erda's ability to beat out a star-studded field of players to get the "get-out-of-jail-free" card was not only due to his strength, but also due to his external conditions.

Of course he didn't notice it himself that's all.

Or rather, Tang Erda herself has no clear perception of human appearance due to her long association with heretical monsters.

He thinks he is average looking and that Su Yang's gentle and affectionate looks are what makes him good looking.

When Captain Tang saw Bai Liu smiling and complimenting him, his first thought was that the man was flirting with him again.

So Captain Tang became more and more uncomfortable, his eyebrows lowered, his expression even took on a bit of a stern look, and he raised his hand to mess up the haircut he had just done: "I told you it's no use! Don't use that kind of force on me!"

When the make-up artist next to Tang Erda tried to ruin her look, she screamed and hung on to Tang Erda's arm and yelled, "I won't allow you to insult yourself like that! It's cool! If you choose two better outfits to wear out there, you'll have scouts lining up at my door!"

"If you make your debut ......," he restrained, stroking Tang Erda's lean arm, his little face flushed, "I'll be a fan of your wife."

What is it????

Tang Erda, who had only heard of wife-cakes but not wife-powder, pulled her arm out of the make-up artist's hand with a question mark.

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze, "Go and choose two outfits that will suit him."

"Are custom shops okay?" Muke inquired, "I have two ready-to-wear custom shops that I know well, otherwise he won't be able to get clothes in regular shops for his size."

"Yes." Bai Liu held up his phone, "I'll let Mu Sicheng know that the place has changed."

Inside the ready-to-wear bespoke shop.

The sign was in French, which Bai Liu couldn't understand, and most of the people working there were foreigners, but Muke was able to communicate with them fluently in French, so Bai Liu sat back and watched.

I have to say Muke had a vision, Tang Erda was measured by the tailor at 5'2" and it would have been difficult to find men's clothing to suit this guy except in a sports shop.

Even in the ready-to-wear shop, Tang Erda's clothes were not a good choice, with the bearded tailor waving his hands in disbelief at Muke, who seemed to insist on measuring the overall circumference before coming to a conclusion.

Tang Erda was then summoned into the inner circle of a white curtain and stripped down to his top for his measurements, while Bai Liu and Muke followed him in to help him choose his clothes.

Liu Jiayi was forced to stay outside.

By this time Mu Sicheng had also arrived and, having heard the story 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 stupid Captain Tang than this?

When he sees a naked Tang Erda later, he's going to humiliate her body! Saying that she doesn't look good in anything!

What kind of a handsome guy can a Tang Erda be when he's been sleeping on the street for six months?

Mu Sicheng was in no doubt, at least not that Tang Erda could be more handsome than the young and beautiful man, so he simply straightened his hair, lifted the curtain with a flourish and stepped inside.

Tang Erda, topless, lifted her eyes and looked over with a mischievous look.

His old uniform was stripped down and collapsed in a pile around his waist, from his chest to his back, large and small with old scars and a number of gunshot wounds, his muscles completely tense from the loss of their protective layer, stretching from his spine all the way to the middle of his back, the smooth undulating curves having an incredible sense of power.

Short, neat, sharp hair, clear, clean-cut square face, with unavoidably aggressive, dark blue eyes staring straight at the person who lifted the curtain and, after making sure the man was a harmless teammate, coldly looked away again and reached out to measure the tailor's hand length.

The bruises, which were not easy to see, made the tailor who measured Tang Erda's girth fearful, and he measured him carefully, not even daring to breathe.

Mu Sicheng lowered the curtain with an expressionless face, then tilted his head back and pounded his chest in a silent howl for a second or two.

One look and he's lost!!! Shit!!! Looks so cool!!! Nice body!

Mu Sicheng hesitated for two seconds, then gritted his teeth and took off his tracksuit jacket again, ready to go in with just a t-shirt.

Shit, he's kind of playing sports, and he's not in bad shape!

Liu Jiayi, who saw through it all, showed pity: "You can't win against Tang Erda, he has bigger pecs than you, I think his chest is over 110."

Meanwhile, Muke's implacable confirmation came from inside the curtain: "A bra of 115, is that much? Are you sure that's a normal chest size and he's not overdeveloped or something?"

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

Muke with a bust of just over ninety: "......"

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

Lose, lose!

Mu Sicheng silently put on the sweatshirt jacket he had taken off, and zipped up the zip that had been left open to keep his topline from being exposed for comparison, and adjusted his expression before lifting the curtain again and stepping inside.

Tang Erda was getting dressed, he was very uncomfortable with being approached unprotected like this, so after being held down by Bai Liu and forced to take measurements, his face was now very unpleasant and his tone had turned sour: "Do you want to continue?"

"No!" the tailor waved his hand excitedly as he gestured across the air to compare the shape of Tang Erda's breasts, waist and stomach, and buttocks, giving him a thumbs up and an appreciation in an English with a peculiar accent, "--- beautiful!"

Tang Erda pulled away from the tailor with a tense expression.

It was Mu Sicheng and Muke next to them who had a look of hidden jealousy on their faces as they stared at Tang Erda's breasts for a long time before looking down despondently at their own.

Mu Sicheng even raised his hand and compared his chest to his own, then expanded it by roughly 5cm and compared it again, feeling more and more sad - if you were cool and handsome and had such a big chest, you should have shown it earlier! You're hiding it so you can humiliate me now!

After measuring Tang Erda's girth, the tailor had a few words with Muke and then looked at Tang Erda with his chin propped up, making Tang Erda's skin crawl.

Muke translated to Bai Liu: "He just asked me about Tang Erda's career, and generally speaking, few people other than models have such a standard trim at this height, and I explained that Tang Erda had gone through professional military training but was now retired from the military."

"So he gave us recommendations for class uniforms." Muke explains, "There are strict rules about real military and police uniforms and you can't dress as you please, but there are relevant versions of clothes to try."

As he spoke, the tailor took a dark grey jacket uniform off the rack and handed it to Tang Erda to take in and try on.

After a minute or two, Tang Erda, dressed, emerged.

His shoulders are very broad and hold up the stylised, gathered straight shirt inside very well.

This shirt is slimmer looking than Bai Liu's social animal shirt, with a black double-breasted vest above the bust and black shoulder straps that flare from the back of the shoulder blades down to the stomach and down to the back of the waist.

The trousers are relatively wide at the waist and stomach, but are tightly gathered and are hip-hugging, with a dark leather pistol holster clipped to the back waist.

The tailor nods in satisfaction and turns to Muke with a few words.

Translated by Muke: "He said it was a reference to the FBI style uniform and it suited someone like Tang Erda who was trained and had a standard build."

Tang Erda is still working on his collar, he doesn't seem to be comfortable with the overly tight clothing that wraps him up, his brow furrowed.

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

Tang Erda hesitated for two seconds, he moved his arm in the air and then gave an honest answer, "No."

"This one, then." Bai Liu clapped his hands, "Wrap it up and move on to other things."

Forty-seven minutes later

Tang Erda, who had finished buying his tie, shoes, socks and other accessories, stood with a cold face in Bai Liu's small rented room, his eyebrows wrinkled as he raised his hand to unbutton his shirt - it was too tight and he wasn't very used to it.

Inside the house Bai Liu is calling the leader: "Well, Muke is here with me, come and get him."

After hanging up the phone Bai Liu dialed the Xiang Chunhua couple: " Jiayi is with me, come and get her."

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

Mu Sicheng nods his head.

Having dealt with all the team members, Bai Liu turned to them and said, "Because we are fortunate to have the support of Captain Tang, registration is no longer a problem and we have more time to plan."

Bai Liu's eyes met with Tang Erda, who was standing at the end of the room: " Captain Tang told me that besides training, it is also important for the players to recuperate, it's almost 11pm, go back and rest for the afternoon, get yourself in shape, meet at this hot pot restaurant in front of my house at 5:30pm, I'll treat you all to a hot pot dinner. Log into the game at 6.30 and 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 Erda, who was standing at the end, turned to open the door, and as soon as she did so, she startled the leader who had frantically rushed to the door upon receiving the call.

Tang Erda was too tall, which was secondary to the fact that his uniform looked messy from all the messing around he had done, and his freshly done hair had been ruffled and washed because he was uncomfortable.

A few slash scars were still faintly visible in the open collar, his body smelled of freshly showered (actually, shampooed) shampoo, and the ends of his hair were dripping downwards -

-- looks extremely wild, as if he's just rolled around in bed.

Since Bai Liu was still explaining things inside, Tang Erda barricaded the leader outside the door and looked down on him condescendingly: "What can I do for you?"

The leader cowered fearfully and looked up at him, Tang Erda's overwhelming presence made him stammer: "I, I'm here to see Muke."

"Wait a little longer." Tang Erda said, "Bai Liu is still inside with his ......" to explain things.

The leader interrupted Tang Erda incredulously and blurted out, "Bai Liu is not done yet? Aren't you done with Bai Liu already?"

--You're so fucking big, you didn't even finish Bai Liu?

The statement sounds a bit odd, but Tang Erda can't tell what's wrong with it, except to frown and explain, " Bai Liu has only dealt with me, but not the other two yet."

Liu Jiayi can basically handle things on her own, so Bai Liu doesn't have to worry about it.

The leader, dizzy and braced against the wall before he could stand, asked in a trembling voice, "Inside, Bai Liu still continues to handle the other two in front of you?!"

Is this a fucking human thing to do?!

Letting one of his lovers come out to help him with his guests while he continues to deal with others inside?!

Tang Erda frowned and asked in return, "What's not to like?"

The leader was shaken by Tang Erda's question and barely managed to stand up, his eyes swept to the bruise on Tang Erda's collar and asked, "These bruises on your body, they weren't done by Bai Liu, were they?"

Tang Erda changed her expression and quickly tightened her collar, grabbed the leader's hands and clipped them back, holding him against the wall and questioning him coldly: "How do you know? You've played the game too?!"

"I'm not fucking playing this dirty, evil game with Bai Liu!!!" The leader growled in resentment, "Get off me!"

The jealousy of the men in Bai Liu's group is so terrible! Just the suspicion of playing games with Bai Liu makes me feel like I want to arrest and kill him!

Just as the leader was being crushed to death by Tang Erda, Bai Liu pushed the door open and gestured for Tang Erda to let go with a slight lift of his jaw: "He's not a player, let him go."

Tang Erda now lets go, and he backs away in disbelief.

The leader pulled away from him in fear as he looked over at Bai Liu, who had pushed the door open, with another jolt of his pupils.

In just one day, Bai Liu had haggardly turned pale and black under his eyes, as if he had been up all day and night on a drug-fuelled binge.

Before he left, he glanced back at Bai Liu's open collar and saw a small, round cut, similar to a cigarette burn, on the side of Bai Liu's neck, in a similar position to Tang Erda's. The leader went to collect Muke.

But when the leader came to pick up Muke 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 Muke's hand and fled quickly.

It was only when he and Muke had gone outside that the leader couldn't help but gossip: " Did Bai Liu get his neck burned by the guy at the door with a cigarette while playing a game?"

Muke asked, creepily, "How do you know?!"

The leader vicissitudes took out a cigarette to light it, looked longingly into the distance, and exhaled a smoke ring despondently, "These eyes of mine have seen through too much of the filth in this world ......"