Dude, your wig fell off

An He looked at Na Chen and said nothing, Na Chen looked full of confidence, judging by the way he played the ball, it is estimated that his level is much higher than that of driving a racing car.

"Come?" Na Chen took a handful of the ball with his hand, and the ball spun quickly, jumping from the index finger to the middle finger, then to the wrist, and finally returned to the index finger.

"Then I'm going to lose?" An He picked up a ball and threw it, smashed it on the board in front, and the ball bounced back to his hand.

"It's something exciting, right?" Na Chen looked at him.

"Whatever." An He smiled.

"You're going to lose. Let's use the things I bought from Li Fan one by one. I haven't tried it yet." Na Chen caught the ball with his hands, with provocative eyes, "Dare you?"

An He quickly evaluated Na Chen's shooting level, knowing that when Na Chen was in a good mood, he could score [-] points with a three-pointer. After a few seconds, he nodded: "Okay, two out of three rounds." Victory, a quick battle."

"Okay." Na Chen snapped his fingers.

After the coins were thrown in, the basketball rolled out of the opening on the side, and An He bent down and grabbed one or two with one hand and threw them into the basket.

This kind of basketball is very small and easy to grab. For An He, the distance from the position of the person standing to the basket is just under the nose.

Back then when he was practicing spot-up shooting, he could easily make [-] shots. He didn't care too much about things like shooting machines even if they walked back and forth to the basket.

It's just that this thing needs speed more than accuracy.

This is also the reason why An He didn't like playing the shooting machine all the time. It was like a fight, and he started sweating after two rounds at most, and his arms were sore after passing four rounds.

After making four or five shots, he glanced at Na Chen beside him. Na Chen's movements were similar to his.

At the end of the first round, An He's score was more than 500, and Nachen was ten points less than him.

This score is quite good. Both of them broke the record of [-] points on the machine, and a few onlookers came by.

"Okay," Na Chen glanced at An He, "Come again."

"I'll change you to a big bear in a while." An He glanced at the small ticket spit out next to the machine. According to the results of the two of them, after the end of the three rounds, it is enough to change to a big bear after just playing a few casually.

However, An He's speed in this game was not as fast as the previous game, and his arms were a little sore. Although he would go to the school gym for an hour every day when he was free, he still felt a little tired after waving his arms crazily in such a short time.

That Chen's speed didn't change much. At the end of the four levels, he turned his face and stretched out his hand in front of An He's eyes to say "yeah".

"The last one." An He unbuttoned a shirt button and rolled up his sleeves again.

He didn't know why he suddenly wanted to win so much, was it because of the desire to win that was hooked by Na Chen, or because of the bet?

That bet is not unattractive to An He, but it doesn't seem to be at this level... It's probably because he cherishes life and stays away from SM.

Before he could figure it out, the ball had already rolled out. He withdrew his thoughts, grabbed the ball with both hands in turn and began to throw.

The number of onlookers increased, and every time the two of them passed a level, someone shouted for cheers, and from the corner of their eyes, someone took out a mobile phone to take a picture.

This time, the scores of the two were very close, overtaking back and forth, and the turnovers were about the same. At that time, Chen couldn't make a shot, An He's hands slipped, or the ball went sideways.

In the fourth pass, the difference in points between the two was only two or three goals, and Chen fell behind.

When the time counted down and there were still a few seconds left, Nachen scored two goals, only one goal away from An He.

One of the balls thrown by An He in the last two seconds missed, and he shouted: "Damn!"

He glanced at Nachen's score. If Nachen scored the goal, he would lose.

I don't know if he was too nervous or was frightened by An He's roar. When Nachen's ball went out with spin, it hit the edge of the ball frame and bounced to one side.

"Your uncle," Na Chen shook his arm, looked at An He's score, was stunned, and said again, "Your uncle."

"Get the ticket first." An He lowered his head and tore off a large roll of tickets that was spit out by the machine.

Na Chen also tore off his own ticket, and it looked quite impressive together.

"Aren't you playing anymore?" Someone asked from the onlookers.

"I won't play anymore, I lost." Na Chen looked at the ticket in his hand and replied.

An He couldn't hear his current mood from Na Chen's words, so he felt that his attitude was different from when he lost before, maybe he was used to losing?

"Go and see if you can change to that bear." An He took the coat that he threw aside and put it on.

"Well," Na Chen raised his head with a smile on his face, "I want the white one."

"There are only white ones. You haven't got what you want to spend yet." An He took the ticket and walked to the counter.

The bear was probably too big, and the tickets they got in exchange for being so awesome were not enough, and there was a difference of twenty tickets.

An He saw that there was not much difference, and was too lazy to play any more. He fumbled in the inner pocket of his coat: "Can I add some money?"

"No way," the little girl at the counter rested her chin in her hand, "I can only exchange it with a ticket. You can go and shoot another basket. Aren't you both very good?"

Nachen lay down on the counter: "Can you take it here and let me touch it first?"

The little girl smiled, turned around and took the big bear, and opened the plastic bag covering the bear a little: "Just touch it, the white one gets dirty easily."

Na Chen stretched out a finger and pressed on the bear's foot, then turned to look at An He: "Let's play another round?"

An He didn't speak, his hands were still in his coat, and after a while, he withdrew his hand and patted himself all over. After the pat, he said, "I lost my wallet."

"What?" Na Chen was stunned, and followed him to pat him, "Where did you put it?"

"The inner pocket of the coat..." An He suddenly looked up at Na Chen in the middle of speaking, "Is your wallet there?"

Na Chen felt in his trouser pocket: "Yes."

"I guess it was stolen when I just shot the basketball." An He frowned. There were only a few hundred cash in the wallet, but there were a lot of cards. He also put his ID card in the wallet. "Damn."

"Are you sure you didn't take it?" Na Chen asked him, taking out the phone from his pocket.

"If you didn't take it, where did we get the coins for playing the game?" An He walked to the shooting machine to see if he would run into a conscientious thief, took the money and threw the wallet to him on the ground.

Nachen grabbed his arm: "Wait for me to make a call."

"Huh? Call the police? The police uncle has no time to take care of this." An He stopped.

"Someone is in charge." Na Chen lowered his head and looked through the phone book for a long time, found Ge Jian's number and dialed it.

Ge Jian quickly answered the phone: "That Chen?"

"Well, you are..." Na Chen stopped after saying a word, the music coming out of the phone receiver was the same as that in the video game city, he put the phone away, and leaned over to listen again, "Where are you?" ?”

"Mario." Ge Jian said.

That Chen was a bit surprised, Ge Jian had been driving for Lei Bo, and almost stayed near Lei Bo when he was not driving, so Ge ​​Jian was actually in the video game city at this moment?

But Na Chen didn't ask much, he wasn't interested in where Ge Jian was, and if it wasn't for An He's wallet, he wouldn't have contacted Ge Jian at all.

"It's just right that you are here," Na Chen glanced at the video game mall, "Whose piece is this? My friend's wallet was taken."

"What kind?" Ge Jian asked.

"Coach." Nachen said without thinking.

An He glanced at him, and he smiled at An He.

"Go to the back door and let him take you there." Ge Jian said.

Na Chen hung up the phone and pulled An He to the back door: "Go."

"Where are you going?" An He followed him, "Do you know the brand of my wallet?"

"I have good eyesight, and I also know that the pair of sunglasses you threw in the car belonged to Dior," Na Chen ticked his chin back, "Slut."

"Damn," Angel said, "who did you call?"

"A...friend, he can ask someone to return your wallet." Na Chen pulled him out through the back door of the video game city, and stood by the road waiting.

"Who? The thief?" An He looked at Na Chen, he didn't expect that Na Chen would know such a person.

"Don't worry about it." Na Chen lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

An He didn't speak again, pulled his collar, and stood behind Na Chen to hide from the north wind.

Within 2 minutes, a small broken battery car drove over at a high speed. When passing in front of them, the person in the car waved and threw something towards them.

Na Chen reached out to catch it, and handed it to An He: "Is this it?"

"Yes," An He took the wallet and opened it to look. There was no shortage of money and things in it. "The efficiency is quite high."

"Let's go, play again and change to a big bear." Na Chen patted his arm, turned around and ran back to the video game city happily.

"...Okay." An He put the wallet back in his pocket, watched Na Chen's back disappear into the door, and was stunned for a few seconds before following.

An He didn't go to play the shooting machine anymore, he just found a fishing machine and swiped it a few times, and got enough tickets to change the big bear.

"Thank you." Nachen held the bear under his arms contentedly, and took the remaining coins tossing around in the video game city, even playing faultfinding and poker for a long time.

Two hours later, he had spread the coins almost before he clapped his hands: "Let's go."

"Okay." When An He heard this, he turned his head very actively and walked out. He hadn't been in the video game city like this for a long time, and he was bored and a little dizzy.

After walking two steps, Nachen stopped again, pointed to a corner of the hall and asked An He: "What is that?"

"...Drum game," An He glanced over there, the machine is far away, so Na Chen has not seen it, this is his forte, and it is estimated that he will have to toss for half an hour, "Do you want to play? ?”

"I'm hungry and want to eat." Na Chen didn't move, just stared at it for a while, "It's different from playing drums, next time we come over to play?"

"Next time?" An He was a little worried immediately after hearing this, "You are really endless, do you still want to gamble?"

"Don't gamble anymore," Na Chen smiled at him, "Besides, what are you afraid of? Didn't you win today?"

If that Chen didn't say anything, An He almost forgot about today's bet.

Thinking about it now, he felt a little hot for no reason: "Are you willing to bet and admit defeat?"

"Shut up," Na Chen walked out of the video game city with him, stood at the door and stretched, "Shut up!"

An He looked at him and was silent for a while before saying, "This can be recorded."

"Huh?" Na Chen was taken aback.

"I'm not in a hurry," An He moved his arms and walked forward, "I'm afraid you'll beat me up before it even starts, it's not worth it."

Na Chen laughed, chased him and hugged him from behind: "Why are you so considerate?"

"It's not that I'm considerate, it's that you're too unreasonable, but you can keep accounts, but you can't cancel them," An He patted his face back, "Go eat?"

"Well, eat an ice cream and go dancing," Na Chen said, "How fashionable is it, I've only been there once."

"What to eat?" An He shuddered, feeling that he might have misheard.

"Ice cream, ice cream, I want a big box." Na Chen rubbed his belly.

A gust of cold wind blew, and An He's teeth knocked several times: "Are you hungry for ice cream? Are you okay? The winter has not gone away yet, and there is still a cold spring ahead..."

"Are you bothered?" Nachen pulled him to a 24-hour supermarket next door, "I ate it, but I didn't let you eat it. You can eat fish balls. There are hot ones in the supermarket."

"Okay." An He had no choice but to follow him into the supermarket.

Na Chen picked out a box of ice cream, the box looked similar to a small crisper, An He looked at it and felt that even if he hugged the pot of fish eggs next to him, he would not be able to keep warm.

"Let's go out after eating." An He said while queuing up to check out.

"Well," Na Chen put the ice cream on the cashier's counter, then turned his head suddenly, "The bill can be collected at any time."

Before An He came back to his senses, he paid the money and walked to the resting bench and sat down.

When An He sat down next to him, he had already eaten several big mouthfuls. An He held the fish ball and looked at the steaming soup: "I said..."

"Ah."

"Did you lose on purpose?"

Na Chen scooped up a big scoop of ice cream and handed it to his mouth: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who will lose on purpose?"

"Don't eat, please spare me..." An He hid back, "I think you can be any kind of person."

"You mean I want you to fuck." Na Chen still held the scoop of ice cream without moving.

"When I didn't say it," An He started, "I really don't want to eat."

"Hurry up!" Na Chen suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

There were quite a few people around, and they all looked over. An He suddenly felt like blushing, and couldn't care less about anything else, so he went over and bit the ice cream into his mouth, and couldn't help covering his mouth before he could swallow it down: "Fuck, Ice is dead."

Na Chen hooked the corners of his mouth: "Swallow it after melting it, or you won't be able to taste it."

"My teeth fell down after my mouth melted." An He ate a fish egg, and he was relieved from the warmth, "Don't be so startled all the time, just startle me."

"I didn't control the volume well," Na Chen lowered his voice with a smile, and said again as if whispering, "I..."

"What?" An He didn't hear clearly.

"When I just wanted to throw a random one and lose it, my hand slipped." Na Chen ate a mouthful of ice cream, "so I didn't have time to deliberately lose."

An He looked at him for a long time without saying a word.

At that time, sometimes he spoke wildly and half-truths, and An He was not sure whether he was telling the truth or being funny again.

But when he remembered Na Chen's previous sentence "Am I quite selfish", he randomly scratched Na Chen's hair, lowered his head and ate a fish ball.

This may be that Nachen is solving his "selfishness" problem in a way that he is not clever, tactful, or even over-medicated.

Originally, An He wanted to go home and stop bouncing after eating. He was fine with going to the bar until one or two o'clock, but he would definitely have a headache the next day after coming out of the video game city and bouncing until midnight.

But after eating, he didn't say this proposal, but asked Na Chen: "Where are you going now?"

"Diba," Na Chen threw the empty ice cream box into the trash can and stood up, "I want to watch you twist Yangko."

"Okay," An He also stood up, "I'm going all out, remember to prepare a fan for me."

An He parked the car outside the SOS gate, looking at the SOS gate, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

I haven't been here for several years, but SOS is still so lively, and the decoration of the facade is becoming more and more wild, which makes people feel headaches just by looking at it.

The DJs of SOS have always been great, and they often invite some awesome DJs over. As soon as they entered the hall, the music rushed to the face, and An He felt that this skill had been perfected.

"Drink something?" Na Chen leaned into his ear and called.

"I can't drink it. I just drank a bowl of fish egg soup and I'm still holding on." An He shook his head.

There were no seats around, so Na Chen pulled him directly onto the dance floor, and stood face to face with him.

Various swaying spots of light passed across his face, and the faint smile on Nachen's face looked very attractive.

Lights, music, figures swaying around, An He was surrounded by a familiar feeling, and he was in a trance.

Na Chen scratched his chest with his fingers, and asked with a smile, "Do you want a fan?"

An He also smiled, and suddenly lowered his head and pulled his shirt. When he raised his head again, Na Chen looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

An He was no longer in the same state as before, flamboyant and relaxed. The first time that Chen saw An He like this was when he was playing racing in the video game hall.

And now An He, who was standing under the blurred light, gave him a different feeling. He raised his hand, and his body swayed to the right lightly and casually following the music.

An He followed the rhythm and swayed in the same direction, with the same movements as him.

Because of An He's slight sway, Nachen's next movement messed up the rhythm.

He didn't expect that An He, who didn't look like he could dance at all, could make a random movement so full of... sexy.