Don't try to lie to me about falling in love [e-sports]

Gu Chao didn't speak, his front teeth pressed against the edge of his lower lip, and his blood gradually turned white.

Because he was afraid that Gu Qumei would keep him, he left the house after five o'clock without breakfast. Now that he got up, he was angry and hungry, and he felt uncomfortable all over, and he was even more unhappy when he looked at him.

But after all, he was wronged, so he took a little temper.

"No computer at home?" Bian Sui asked.

"Yes." Gu Chao said, "Not on."

"What's up tonight?"

"No. I went to bed early."

"uncomfortable?"

"Good."

"..."

The few birds thought the air was too cold and flew away, leaving behind a sound of fluttering wings.

"Do you know that just starting to practice fighting every day is equivalent to not playing?"

Bian Sui shook his hand casually, and his voice was as low as a mist in the morning: "Handfeel."

"It's like not practicing."

.

Gu Chao's eyes stopped on his slightly curved long fingers with well-defined knuckles, and for a moment he wanted to say something, but then he pressed down.

After a moment of silence, Bian Sui suddenly asked for no reason: "Do you really want to play e-sports?"

There are a few locks of milky white hair scattered on Xiaopanghong.Bian Sui didn't look at Gu Chao, and leaned on the chair with one leg bent, his expression relaxed.

His eyes were fixed on the computer screen all the time, his head was not turned, and his expression was indifferent, as if he was asking casually.

Reflected in the amber eyes beside him, it was pitch black.

Gu Chao was stunned for a moment.

Bian Sui didn't wait for him to answer, he put on the headset again, and skipped over the topic he had raised: "The first warning, the next salary deduction, and more than three dismissals."

He is the boss, why does the boss ask so many questions?

Deduction is over.

It's just that the reply from the child laborer next to him was a bit unexpected.

"I have a salary?" Gu Chao finally said.

Bian Sui: "..."

This is the second time in Bian Dashen's life that he was unable to step down from the stage.

Standing opposite was the same face.

Zheng Renxin was sound asleep and hadn't gotten up yet, Bian Sui didn't want to ask about the abacus, his forehead twitched, and he turned his head to look at Gu Chao: "You didn't talk about it?"

He was facing the person, and only then could he see the little debt-collecting face clearly.

Gu Chao's eyes were bluish, because his skin color was too white and it was very obvious.He didn't seem to have slept well, his thin eyelids were slightly swollen, his eyelashes were a little wet from the mist, like a kitten who just woke up without water and food, and the corners of his lips were still a little peeled.

He thought that the young master had gone home for fun, but it didn't look like that at the moment.

How do you say, a little embarrassed?

"No talk."

Noticing that Bian's casual eyes stopped at his lips, Gu Chao subconsciously licked the flaky area, and said, "How much is it for one night? I'll pay."

"..."

Originally, it was an admission of mistake, but when it was said from Gu Chao's unsalty popsicle face, there was an inexplicable taste of giving money for a night of fun.

Bian Sui pulled his face: "No need this time."

"Oh." Gu Chao lowered his eyes.

"The substitute salary is the same as the official one, let Zheng Renxin pay you back." Bian followed his gaze back to the screen.

Gu Chao: "Yes."

Bian Sui: "You have a sore throat if you say two more words?"

Gu Chao: "A little bit."

Bian Sui: "..."

Zheng Renxin got up and saw three consecutive questionings on WeChat, got dressed tremblingly, didn't even dare to turn on the vibration for brushing his teeth, after getting dressed, ate the ashes on the stairs, and sneaked off to drive.

The nephew got angry, so he avoided it.

And he has to pick up two other team members at the airport today.

When it was about to go down to B1, there was a sound of "tuk-tuk" from the bottom, and the chatter and laughter of several women echoed in the narrow stairwell.

They were the teachers upstairs, and when they saw Zheng Renxin, they politely turned sideways to make way for a path.Zheng Renxin staggered his position and went downstairs, and only when he reached the parking space did he feel that the person just now seemed familiar.

But can't remember where I saw it.

However, this kind of déjà vu feeling is also very common, and it mostly appears in men who are nearly 30 years old who lack spiritual food. Zheng Renxin quickly forgot about it.

He started the car and waited for a while for the air conditioner to cool down. He didn't have the guts to click on the WeChat on the side, and clicked on Yu Xiaocong and typed a few words.

Wuxin: I'll pick up Xiao Si and Lao Ma at the airport, please tell Sui Ge.

When Yu Xiaocong woke up at ten o'clock, he was a little dazed when he made such a random sentence.

But when he swiped down, there was another sentence that was even more ignorant.

Random: Get up and go to the front desk to get breakfast, soy milk for Gu Chao.

Tsk, it's all grandpa.

After washing his face, he changed his clothes and went downstairs.The lobby is designed as a revolving gallery, with long sofas twisted into waves on both sides, a cobblestone-shaped white marble table in the center, and two nails hanging empty in front.

A large bag of takeaways marked "Chiweifang" was placed on the table early, and the front desk saw him and hurriedly handed it over: "Brother Cong, come early, no one has taken it for a while."

Yu Xiaocong held it in his hand, wondering if it was too picky to give Gu Chao a cup of soy milk for such a big box, and when he put it down, he realized that he was too naive.

In addition to two boxes of hot and sour noodles and a crystal bag of shrimp dumplings, the rest are soy milk with cup holders, which are extremely rich in variety.

Red bean pumpkin, lemon barley, original flavor, sesame, almond osmanthus, and a cup of fruit soy milk cheese.

Straight man Yu Xiaocong twisted his face, and sent back a message to Bian Sui.

Cong Shao: ...Which cup to give?

No one came back.

Well, he guessed that the young master didn't know these breakfasts at all, so the box for drinking was ticked off.

He wobbled and simply carried them to the sub-training hall, sat next to Gu Chao, and ate together with his arms spread out, without sticking to the pan.

"Come on, Xiao Gu, have breakfast."

Gu Chao was also a little hungry, so he took a cup of plain soy milk, put in a straw and continued to line up: "Thanks."

Yu Xiaocong opened a bowl of hot and sour noodles for himself. He glanced at Bian Sui who was not looking sideways at him, subconsciously raised his hand to look at his watch, and sighed:

This dog has a lot of energy.

Yu Xiaocong sent a message.

Cong Shao: Come over to eat?There are too many troubles to take over.

There was no reply after a while, he guessed that while he was playing the game, he didn't look at his phone, and his mouth was full of spicy oil, so he opened the door with one hand, and yelled at the opposite side:

"Brother Sui, come and have breakfast, there's too much soy milk to carry—"

The edge jumped with the eyelids.

He didn't want to sing folk songs with Yu Xiaocong, so he sent a WeChat voice message while driving automatically.

Yu Xiaocong looked at the short 1' and probably knew what it was about. He couldn't be bothered to pick up his phone and poked it directly.

Random: No need.

With an external metallic sound, the expected disgust.

So, as a straight man of steel, Yu Xiaocong yelled into the phone with reason and evidence:

"If you don't eat it, why do you buy so much! Xiao Gu and I can't eat it, tsk, what a waste!"

"..."

"..."

Bian Sui suddenly felt that it was not unreasonable for Yu Xiaocong to be cheated on.

The soy milk that was about to bottom out made a gurgling sound, Gu Chao put it back on the table after taking the last sip, and continued to stare at the room area.

He plugged in the earphones as if he didn't care. For a moment, he secretly slanted his eyes to the end of his eyes, and glanced at the takeaway bag on the table.

Chiweifang - a soy milk specialty store.

On the other side of the city, two planes cut through the clear white sky one after another.

It was past noon when Zheng Renxin received Ma Liao and Si Tan.

The T2 terminal of Pudong Airport, where people come and go, is hot like a crowd.

Si Tan wore a curved chain collar clip full of flirtatiousness, obviously soaking well in the Korean competition area next door, and his whole body was filled with the freshness of kimchi.

He saw Zheng Renxin nodded his head, before he could speak, Mario, who was rushing over from the side, already had a sad face:

"Black heart, something happened."

The author has something to say: Bean Sprouts: Don't point me in the future?

Little yellow clothes: a set of conspicuous bright yellow clothes, after wearing it, the face is radiant. In the game where it is unclear who is who, there is suspicion of cheating by reporting to the group.