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The handover of work is progressing very quickly. The position of Hang Zhe has more money and less work. Although the place is a bit remote, the remote place of Emperor Shangao is the most suitable place to hang out. Zhang Qinian just proposed to transfer him to the headquarters, and the superior immediately found it for Hang Zhe. The successor, in the end, such a transfer became the mutual completion of the big leader and Zhang Qinian, and it was naturally a good thing for Hang Zhe himself.

Yan Ming was on a business trip for a few days. In addition to the company computer, he also carried a game notebook on his back. He thought that he could go online and play games for a while if he had nothing to do at night. Watching him go shopping at the night market, eating and singing on the second day, and on the third day...he simply gathered a crowd to play mahjong.

Yan Ming's poker skills are mediocre, and he counts as a helper to make up the number of cards. He sits at the table and looks serious, but what he thinks in his heart is to lose two hands quickly and find an excuse to retreat.

"Don't type this," someone sat down beside him and typed a card for him, "print this."

"Gu Shaowei, what's the matter with you?" Others at the table had an opinion, and they didn't say anything while watching the chess. We are serious about winning and losing, so why do we still give advice to others, "Why don't you sit down and play."

"I just can't bear to see you bullying the juniors. From this point of view, you are novices. You don't feel ashamed if you show all your housekeeping skills." Gu Shaowei sat very close, and I don't know whether it was intentional or not. This person didn't touch like before. Seeing him, he subtly kept a distance that seemed close but would not touch him.

"Why don't you come and fight?" Yan Ming turned sideways, "If I lose again, I will have instant noodles next week."

"Xiao Gu, take a look," an elderly woman squeezed her fingers and pushed out a card, "The juniors in your group say they have no money, so you don't take care of it."

"Aren't I just taking care of it?" Gu Shaowei played another card for him, "Help him win your money."

"Fuck you, I dare you to be generous to us." The woman laughed, causing the others to laugh with her.

Feeling embarrassed, Yan Ming drew a suitable card and quickly made a small one. Just as the cards fell, the phone rang.

"Pick up the phone, you can call." Yan Ming hurriedly got up and walked out.

"Have you successfully rescued you?" Hang Zhe's voice came from the other end of the phone. He was live broadcasting just now, and it was only after the end of the round that he saw Yan Ming leave a message saying to call to save him.

"Almost." The thick carpet in the corridor covered the sound of hurried footsteps, Yan Ming returned to his room, and heaved a sigh of relief, "But I have already lost most of my monthly salary."

"It's so big?" Hang Zhe didn't expect, "Your colleagues are not kind."

"It's a party fund," Yan Ming sighed, "It's not fair, my salary is less than half of theirs, so I should be given a discount when paying."

"Played mahjong?" Hang Zhe remembered that he taught him this. In the past, when the game server was being maintained, the two of them would play other things. Hang Zhe didn't learn mathematics for nothing, but any card game that required brains could be played. It's easy to play, but it's a pity that the apprentices taught are really insulting to the master.

"According to the method I taught you, even if you can't win, you won't keep shooting," Hang Zhe said, his tone changed slightly, with a slightly joking tone, "You won't forget it all."

"Ah," Yan Ming admitted as if awakened by someone, "I really forgot."

The acting is very realistic, but Hang Zhe just knows that this reaction is wrong.The two usually tease and tease each other back and forth, but as long as the past is mentioned, Yan Ming is like this, and a few more words will change the topic.

"By the way, is Nuoshen's birthday on Friday? He asked me if I have time to have dinner together tonight." Yan Ming asked him, "Are you going too?"

"Go." Hang Zhe said in a deep tone, unable to hear his emotions, "Are you coming back tomorrow to pick you up?"

"No need, I'll arrive in the afternoon, maybe I have to go back to the company." Yan Ming lay on the bed, a gust of wind came in through the half-open window, his mood suddenly felt like a blown gauze curtain. Location.

Yan Ming knew that there was something wrong with him, he wanted to wait, wait, wait until he was sure it was not a scam this time, or when the other party had paid too much and was unwilling to give up, he would have the courage to face the past, he wanted to persevere, and he could always wait until of.

Returning to the company the next afternoon, Yan Ming packed his things and went to University A.The next day they were going to hold a lecture at University A. The leader had arranged the tasks just now, and told him to remember to take things with him. Yan Ming casually mentioned that he was planning to go back to his alma mater to visit the teacher, so he could take them there ahead of time. The leader smiled and patted him on the shoulder. , Said that I would leave it to him.

The teachers in the courtyard were happy to see Yan Ming, and they chatted with him for a long time. There were a few children from the student union helping in the office. Hearing that this senior worked in that famous foreign company, he was envious and curious, and asked him a lot of questions. Questions about finding a job.

After leaving the office, it was getting dark, Yan Ming was just looking for a reason to meet someone, now he doesn't know if he can make it in time to treat him to a meal.

Yan Ming sent a message while walking, saying that he was at University A and asked Hang Zhe if he would come to eat.

What he replied was a photo of a pile of ingredients cut into various shapes and stacked neatly in different bowls.

Yan Ming: What are you going to do?

Hang Zhe: Come and see for yourself.

Yan Ming felt that he was really not insincere, every time he wanted to spend money to treat someone to dinner, there were always various reasons to obstruct him, and he had never seen such a difficult money to spend.

Hang Zhe went downstairs to pick up the person, and hurriedly put on an apron when he entered the door, signaling Yan Ming to wait for a while.

Even if the place is changed, the supervisor is still the supervisor, Yan Ming still leans against the kitchen door, and sighs: "You have everything here."

"That's it," Hang Zhe looked back at him, "I think you're missing something."

"What?" Yan Ming was a little hungry, and felt that he was short of something that could fill his stomach.

"whip."

... I haven't seen anyone rushing to find a cigarette.

Hang Zhe moved very quickly, and it could be seen that two dishes were added later. Half of the table was filled with soup, and Yan Ming felt that what he had eaten before was not rice, but fodder.

In fact, if you really think about it, it hasn't been long since the two met. Sitting and eating like this now, there is still a little bit of quiet time. The years missing each other seem to be folded, as if they really knew each other for a long time. I eat at this table every day.Yan Ming inadvertently looked at the opposite side. This person put on an apron and was full of smoke and fire. He took off the apron and remained silent. He still seemed vaguely indifferent.

"Remember to wash the dishes after eating," Hang Zhe saw that he frowned after eating and didn't know what to think about. When he heard someone talking, his eyes widened when he recovered, "Don't look at me like that, you have to wash the dishes too. "

Hang Zhe put everything into the sink, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of your request.

"You treat the guests like this." Yan Ming ate a little too much, and bent over to wash the dishes in a panic, "Is it appropriate?"

"You're not a guest." Hang Zhe stood not far behind him, never leaving his eyes. "Our family rules, cooking does not wash dishes, and washing dishes does not cook."

Yan Ming's men paused, then raised the corners of his mouth, this rule sounds good.

"Play here for a while?" Hang Zhe opened a door that had been closed before, "Give me a shot?"

This room is very large, much larger than the other bedroom with the door open. In addition to the entire set of live broadcast equipment, there is also a treadmill and some simple fitness equipment by the wall.

Yan Ming raised his eyebrows at him, the meaning in his eyes was clear - it's just a computer, who will play it?

"You play, I'll watch." Hang Zhe opened the game and logged into the account for him, "Do you want to start a live broadcast?"

"Farewell." It's not that he's not interested, Yan Ming said honestly, "I'm afraid I'll lose your fans."

"It's okay," Hang Zhe smiled, "If you really broadcast it for me, I'm afraid it will increase my fans."

Yes, he understands this truth too well.

But in the end, there was no live broadcast, and it was not a junior high school student who was in a relationship. I was always thinking about showing off, Yan Ming checked the rankings, and finally confirmed: "I blame me for falling apart."

"It's just a call back, but," Hang Zhe was sitting behind him, some distance away from him, at this moment he suddenly came over and squeezed his shoulder, "Are you a little nervous, afraid that I will watch?"

"Of course." Yan Ming didn't feel relaxed, but only felt his muscles tightened. "The owner of the number is right behind him, so he feels a bit guilty when he ruins it."

Fortunately, after entering the game, Yan Ming relaxed. At any rate, he was the king himself. Although he was ranked in the [-]th-tier suburban area, he still has professionalism. When selecting candidates, Hang Zhe also gave him an idea and asked him to play as a shooter. wild bit.

With four eyes on the battle situation and two heads thinking at the same time, it is naturally more advantageous than a single player, especially in terms of vision. The shooter jungler is very afraid of the opponent's invasion of the jungle. Hang Zhe reminds him from time to time that the opponent's jungler and support According to the trend, Yan Ming quickly passed the disadvantaged period. After joining the group, he showed his advantages.

"The other party is about to be resurrected," Hang Zhe reminded him aloud, "Let the assistant come over to help."

Yan Ming sent a signal, and the assistant stood there without moving. He was about to withdraw when three people surrounded him, but Yan Ming failed to run away. The moment the screen went dark, Yan Ming clicked his tongue and leaned heavily on the back of the chair.

"Don't be angry," a voice suddenly came from his ear, one hand put his hand on the back of his chair, Yan Ming subconsciously froze, and the hand on the mouse was immediately held, "You shouldn't have come here just now, look at me .”

Hang Zhe took his hand to move the cursor, and clicked a few positions, and a low and slightly hoarse voice sounded above him: "You can get stuck in this way, take less damage, and wait until the mage comes to help."

"Why..." Yan Ming's mind was a little confused, and he wanted to ask him why he went so far away, but when he looked up, he realized that the two were too close. With a hum, he looked down and saw someone stunned.

This angle looks very much like... Suo Kiss, Yan Ming also realized it, and was about to turn back, when the hand on the back of the chair was pressed against his face, he was pushed lightly, and in the next second, a pair of warm Lips pressed against him.

The author has something to say: Hang Zhe: From now on, you will be my closed disciple.

Yan Ming:? ? ?

Hang Zhe: Close the door and teach slowly.

Yan Ming: ...