Which one is better at learning trash talking skills?

An Nian felt that this must be her own retribution.

Some time ago, Chu Yunxiu, who I just met, recommended her an idol drama.

Why does the heroine in the TV series call others so sweetly, but doesn't get goosebumps?

Anyway, I got goosebumps.

Just when Huang Shaotian came to her room to look for her, she looked at Huang Shaotian, rolled her eyes, and said with a smile, "Young Master Huang, look, we've known each other for so long, it's so unfamiliar to call you that, why don't we call you, Shao~day~brother~brother, or, god~brother~brother."

She deliberately imitated the heroine in the TV series, calling her sweetheart.

As a result, the other party blushed directly, and was so frightened that he rushed out of the door.

Only An Nian was left laughing and rolling all over the floor.

And now, when Lan Yu and Tyranny had supper together after the match, "Please act like a spoiled child to Han Wenqing. The official name is Brother Qing."

Qing, Brother, Brother? !

Ha ha.

can i have a knife

I want to kill you.

I'm sorry, Young Master Huang, I was wrong, this is retribution!

After experiencing strong winds and waves, An Nian was able to calm down quickly.

Her seat was quite advantageous, right next to Han Wenqing, because no one dared to sit next to him except Zhang Xinjie, so getting this seat was effortless.

However, looking at Han Wenqing's calm and prestige face, the key is the other party's aura. An Nian swallowed, feeling like sitting here, not daring to vent his breath.

"What happens if the mission fails?"

"Don't you always want to touch each other's abdominal muscles?"

"How do you know?" Wait, it doesn't seem right, "Bah, am I that kind of person?"

That voice fell silent, it must be because he felt guilty for wronging me.

After completing a few missions, An Nian was able to communicate with that voice, which is good, and he can bargain, bah, it's a bargain.

An Nian looked at the drinks on the table and had an idea in his mind.The dinner table was bustling, so An Nian controlled his volume so that it should be covered.

However, suddenly everyone was quiet for a while, and then, An Nian's voice became very clear: "Brother Qing, help me unscrew the bottle cap, okay? I can't unscrew it..."

"Hey -" opened.

Feeling that everyone's eyes are on him, An Nian: "..."

Yes, that's right, I'm a scheming bitch.

Sad, want to cry.

----

"Hey?"

"An'an, it's me."

This voice still calls me that...

"Let's have fun?"

"What the hell is Le Yile? Don't change my nickname indiscriminately." The person on the opposite side was obviously a little crazy.

"Lezi, don't be angry, I'll come to you right away."

"..."

After An Nian and Zhang Jiale met, after some conversation, it was confirmed that he, like himself, came here from that time and space.

"Draw a symbol."

An Nian clicked on "Onmyoji" and asked Zhang Jiale to draw a talisman. Seeing the other party's luck, he nodded in satisfaction. It was still so good, not bad.

An Nian has a mission to tell Zhang Jiale "You're so lucky", but Zhang Jiale in this time and space obviously has a back, so An Nian has been afraid to say it.

It's all right now, Anian looked at Zhang Jiale in front of him, and said with a smile, "You're really lucky."

"So happy?"

"Of course, otherwise why do you think you are my best friend?"

Zhang Jiale shook his head helplessly.

An Nian has been playing this game for many years. Some Africans are obviously wrong, but they are just not convinced. This is what An Nian is like.

But this is also good, draw a card before playing the game, you won't be nervous for a moment, and even feel like all four are empty.

"It's just right, you help me hold Zhang Xinjie and break his regular schedule." An Nian thought of another task of his own.

This task almost made An Nian vomit blood, and she even thought about going to Tyranny to set fire to it.

"it is good."

"Well, why don't you ask?"

"Don't ask."

I know, otherwise how do you think I found you again?

She didn't need to know the hardships of the process.

She doesn't need to know anything.

----

As the last ray of light in the sky was swallowed up, the whole earth was plunged into darkness.

Of course, for a big city, there is not much difference between day and night. There are bright lights everywhere and a continuous flow.

However, there are always places where the light cannot permeate. No matter how prosperous a city is, there will be dark corners, and darkness often breeds crime and... weird people.

"Ah-"

"Ah-"

A gust of cold wind blew, causing a sneezing sound, which scared away a group of birds.

In a dark corner of a certain park, two suspects, Zhang and An, who are suspected to be two hundred and fifty, have been stuck here for several hours. It is winter and the sky is freezing. These two people are obviously frozen like dogs, but they are still motionless. , looked up - black paint, like the bottom of a pot, I don't know what to look at, the sky.

A stray dog ​​passed them, stopped, and looked at them.

An Nian frowned: "Lele, I seem to be despised by a dog. I definitely can't see the stars today. It feels like we are two two hundred and fifty."

Zhang Jiale smiled: "It used to be three two hundred and five."

The other one, of course, is Sun Zheping.

Zhang Jiale has a nickname of "The Melancholy Little Prince" because he is very emotional, sensitive and thoughtful, and has a little romantic feeling. One of his hobbies is watching the stars.

When he encounters troubles, sometimes he will go to look at the stars.

Later, there were two people looking at the stars.

They usually go to see the stars after the finals, or when they are extremely defeated. Professional players can’t drink alcohol, so they drink mineral water or soft drinks. They regard it as wine and drink it as if they don’t need money. There may be tears on their faces. Who knows.

Then, just run to the toilet one after another.

After all the emotions passed, they looked at the starry sky quietly. The starry sky is so beautiful, so brilliant and profound, it seems to be able to soothe people's hearts.

Later, when Sun Zheping came, he looked at the empty bottles of mineral water, smiled contemptuously at them, and asked, "Is there any more mineral water?"

"Buy it yourself—" Two roars answered him.

Then, it became a threesome.

In the past, they were too young, and it was difficult for them to accept failure. At that time, they kept the pain in their hearts, and they could only vent it in this way.

Later, they still had a hard time accepting failure, but they gradually became stronger. They no longer just drank water dully and vented silently. They began to examine themselves, discuss their shortcomings, and—— scold Ye Qiu.

"...it would have been better if we had been able to do that back then."

"However, with Ye Qiu's wretchedness, he should be able to deal with it."

"Yes."

Ye Qiu was a respectable opponent, and they knew this from the bottom of their hearts. However, this formidable opponent repeatedly blocked their way to win the championship, so Ye Qiu gradually became a class enemy.

The strange thing is that Han Wenqing is equally powerful, but they wouldn't say that Han Wenqing is wretched. This man with strong bones and always moving forward will never make people think of "wretched".

In the end, it became a two-person line again.

"No, at last, I'm alone again."

There was a wind blowing, and the remaining leaves rustled, almost covering the young man's murmur.

An Nian turned to look at him, and the young man looked at the fallen leaves in a daze, as if he hadn't said anything.

"At that time, when we won the championship, I understood the look in your eyes. You are leaving, right?" the young man asked softly.

An Nian felt a little sad. Is this a kind of abandonment?

She pretended to be relaxed, but didn't dare to look at the other party: "Hey, didn't you touch my head at that time, didn't that mean you understood me and supported me?"

"No," Zhang Jiale said sullenly, "I touched your head to show that if you dare to think about it, I will wring your dog's head off."

An Nian turned around all of a sudden, blinked, and Zhang Jiale was looking at her with a smile.

In the next second, someone grabbed his neck.

"Whose dog's head, ah, whose dog's head?"

"My, my, my dog's head."

This winter doesn't seem to be that cold anymore.