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At nine o'clock in the evening, the main road in the urban area ushered in a new round of peak hours. Those who went home after eating, those who were going to renew their stalls, and those who had just got off work and were going to work, were all blocked on the road, and a white off-road vehicle was crowded on the road. In the traffic flow, he drove smoothly and followed the rules.

However, the driver was far less stable than the car itself. Hang Zhe knocked his teeth up and down, and the lemon candy broke into small pieces in his mouth, making a series of light noises when he touched the tips of his teeth.

When the light was red again, he pulled up the handbrake, retracted his toes, rested his left hand on the window sill, and unconsciously lit his fingers, once and for all, as if knocking on his heart.

When he took the key just now, he saw a notebook and opened it casually. The words inside were piled up one after another, forming a huge stone, which made him breathless.

There are many game IDs recorded in the notebook, the earliest contract was two and a half years ago, half a year after he lost contact with Yan Ming.Afterwards, it was sporadic, and one would be added every once in a while, sometimes three or four a month, and sometimes it was the same person for three consecutive months.

Everyone's ID is marked with the time, followed by a triangle, and next to the triangle is a note, and then all are crossed out, and the reason is noted. Occasionally, there are red stars and question marks.

Hang Zhe quickly determined that this was a "suspect" handbook, but from the sometimes regular and sometimes messy handwriting of the person who wrote it, Hang Zhe got a glimpse of the past that the owner of the handbook never mentioned.

Most of these names are somewhat similar to Hang Zhe's own Jianghu ID, and some seem to have nothing to do with them. Most of them were selected for the same reason: they were playful and not talkative, but unfortunately, without exception, they were all crossed in the end.

The reasons for most of the executions are relatively common, the ages are wrong, the passwords are wrong, and even the gender is wrong. The remaining small number of comments are mostly with personal likes and dislikes, faintly revealing the emotions of the writers at that time.

【×Dating Cannon Dog, PASS】

【×Talk too sweet, PASS】

【× Too powerful, PASS】

[×Homophobic straight man, suspected of being a closet, forget it, I can't afford it. 】

[Uncle ×'s!The last time it was actually a substitute number, no wonder Gao Leng. 】

[×Disgusting thing to ask dad for 3P, blacklist and report and other titles. 】

Yan Ming writes recklessly, probably never thought that he would be seen by others, writing is more ruthless than speaking, some words can be laughed out by Hang Zhe in another occasion, but right now he is flipping all the way down, his heart follows bursts pain.

The last record was two months ago, with a triangle marked next to "Cute Xiaoming", and it was crossed out on the same day, the reason: the voice was wrong.

This line of words was finally crossed out by a red line, and there was no new record after it.

Hang Zhe closed the notebook, remembering Yan Ming's seemingly casual tone——

"I hang this name to remind myself not to date online."

"That's a liar."

"I do not remember."

Hang Zhe didn't want to think about it, he didn't think he was stupid, and he could tell how much the children treated him was true and false, and he could also see that he had intentions and resentment in his heart, so since he regarded himself as a liar, Why are you looking for it? Is it because you want to wait for an opportunity to get revenge, or... because of your deep love.

The car drove over the speed bump, and the tires seemed to roll over his heart, making a thumping sound. Hang Zhe would rather be thinking too much. He has also searched for people. He knows what it's like to be in the ups and downs between hope and disappointment. Try to think about it. Yan Ming writes In these moments of mood, my heart throbbed, and there was only one question in my head, "Hang Zhe, what can He De He Neng."

Yan Ming stood on the side of the road blowing the cold wind. He was half awake from the wine. He put his hands in his pockets and stared blankly at the ground. When he raised his head again, Hang Zhe stood in front of him and opened the car door for him.

After being stuffed into the car and fiddled with, Yan Ming closed his eyes and casually asked why it took so long.

"The road is blocked." Hang Zhe fastened his seat belt for him and asked him, "Do you want sober candy?"

"One." Yan Ming stretched out his hand, spreading his palm in front of Hang Zhe.

After waiting for the sugar for a long time, Yan Ming was about to open his eyes when he felt a cool hard lump on the edge of his lips, followed by warm lips, skillfully prying open his lips and teeth, Hang Zhe lightly pressed the tip of his tongue, and sent the sugar in .

The sugar delivery man completed the task, but when he wanted to leave, he was grabbed by the arm. Yan Ming closed his eyes and asked for a kiss. Hang Zhe responded cooperatively. The two exchanged a sweet and sour kiss under the dim light of the street, and separated. At that time, Yan Ming half-closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were a little red.

Hang Zhe pressed his fingers at the corners of his eyes, and the taste of hangover candy spread down his tongue to his heart. His heart was sour and sweet, and it was unreasonably swollen.

Yan Ming stretched out his index finger and pushed his face, his voice was hoarse from the stimulation of alcohol: "It's time to drive, master driver."

When he entered the house, Yan Ming woke up completely. He put on his clothes and prepared to take a bath. Hang Zhe called him: "Move faster, and be careful not to catch a cold."

"Oh," Yan Ming seemed to think for a while, "but I can't get up soon, do you want to help me?"

...Naturally we want to help.

When he said to help, he really only wanted to help. Hang Zhe had nothing else to do, he didn't care about the clothes splashed by water droplets, and he didn't seem to see anyone reacting to being rubbed by himself, so he dried Yan Ming and put on his clothes neatly.

"Hey," Yan Ming put on his clothes, put his hand down and hooked the neck of the person in front of him naturally, and whispered in his ear, "It's so fast, have you washed it?"

"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold." Hang Zhe stretched the hem of his clothes for him, and hugged him up. Yan Ming didn't expect this, so he clasped his hands tightly. Hang Zhe looked down at him, his eyes dim, "Anyway I have to wash in a while."

I don't know if Hang Zhe turned off the phone in advance, Yan Ming was distracted at first, guessing whether this time would be smooth, but soon he had no time to think, and finally was carried into the bathroom and washed carefully before being hugged come out.

They are all adults with healthy body and mind, this kind of thing is naturally pleasant, Yan Ming's body is still a little weak, thinking of Hang Zhe's frowning and restrained expression just now, he almost got excited again.However, Yan Ming vaguely felt that this person was a little different from usual. Before, Hang Zhe would hurt himself occasionally, but that was obviously confiscated. Today is different. Today he tried hard to restrain his energy, but Yan Ming didn’t think so. Excited by that kind of thing.

"Asleep?" Yan Ming gently pinched his waist.

"No," Hang Zhe grabbed his troubled hand and pressed it to his heart, "what's the matter?"

The heartbeat under the palm was gentle and strong, Yan Ming thought about it, and said: "I always feel that you are a little different today."

"Well," Hang Zhe admitted, "I love you very much today."

Yan Ming clicked his tongue: "It's different after going to bed, I can't stop panting when I talk about love, it's much smoother."

Hearing what he said bluntly, Hang Zhe laughed and said frankly: "When I was taking the spare key today, I saw a notebook."

Feeling that the person in his arms froze for a moment, Hang Zhe kissed him on the forehead sideways: "Sorry, I opened it without authorization, I'm sorry."

"What a big deal." Yan Ming smiled and relaxed, "Just look at it, it's not something important."

Hang Zhe didn't speak, but tightened his arms.

"You can't be..." Yan Ming straightened up suddenly, "Don't think too much, I just want to try fishing and law enforcement, so I just... idle is idle, if I catch you, I can persuade you to change your ways, Be a human again."

Hang Zhe clasped his hand tightly: "I don't want to change, I don't want to be a man, it's hard to find a fool, and I don't hold on tightly to cheating one, what should I change."

Yan Ming held him back, and murmured: "Then hurry up, fools are worth more than liars these days, if you lose them, you will have no place to cry."

During this period of time, Hang Zhe was proud of his love, but his career was not going well. Zhang Qinian finally resigned. I was secretly moved for two days, until Hang Zhe told him the reason when he had dinner with him. The main business earns too little and the price/performance ratio is too low.

Someone is more pitiful than him, not in love, in the workplace...it is not much better than not having one.

This year's GPL (Professional League of the Gods) autumn competition was two weeks earlier than in previous years. As soon as the match list came out, the tickets for the opening game were sold out in an instant.

The night before departure, the team members followed the new coach's advice and went to bed early. Art tossed and turned on the bed for half an hour, got up and turned on the computer in his room.

As he expected, the one who yelled at people to go to bed early was still on the line.

Art put on his coat and went downstairs. There was no one in the training room. He quietly went upstairs and knocked on Noah's door.

The door didn't open, and Art was afraid of waking up the others, so he went straight to the terrace.

The balcony of Zhong Rui's room is facing the terrace. A while ago, he contacted several teams to play training matches one by one. Shengshi's record is too ugly. If there is nothing wrong with the jungle position, he almost forced the league to change its system Let him return to the player bench, just now he picked the most eye-catching games to replay, after watching he was so worried that he squatted on the balcony and smoked.

He took a deep breath, and the red light lit up at his fingertips. With this little light, he and the people on the opposite balcony saw each other squarely.

"Fuck!" Seeing Art jump over the railing and land on his balcony, Noah almost wanted to applaud his vigorous figure.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" The one who climbed onto the balcony was the first to attack.

"No," Zhong Rui put out the cigarette and lowered his voice, "You don't sleep by yourself, and you come to my place to control me whether I sleep or not, it's not appropriate." And you don't fucking go through the front door!If he really fell asleep, wouldn't he be frightened awake!

"I can't sleep either." Art silently counted the cigarette butts, feeling sorry for him, "I guess I won't win the game tomorrow night."

"What are you talking about?" Zhong Rui didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words, "If you remove the word "estimate", it is impossible to win. If you can't sleep because of this, then there is no need. Last season's championship was not because you didn't sleep. It can be shot down."

"Then what are you worried about?" Since it wasn't for tomorrow's game, Art couldn't figure out why.

"Silly boy, this is not a knockout match. If you lose a game, you don't have to fight." Zhong Rui looked solemn, his eyes didn't know where to fall, "I have to think about the next game, let's forget it if I can't make it to the playoffs. I'm afraid that you will be beaten to fight for the relegation quota."

Once the gods lined up and were reduced to a relegation match, the former No. 1 god would never agree.

The author has something to say: I have a business trip on Monday and Tuesday, and the next chapter will be updated on Wednesday.