The Demon King smashed his brain

Of course it is impossible for Zhang Huai to go home with Ian for one night.

Being able to go out to eat with someone he has known for such a short time is already beyond his expectations, and it is too much to go home with him.

He subconsciously thinks that Ian has ulterior motives. In fact, because Ian is too close, such thoughts have arisen many times, but every time he looks into those eyes, he sees nothing, nothing. The things he thought would appear.

It seems that Ian really just has a good personality and worries about him when the weather is bad, so he warmly invites him.

If this is acting, then it's very well acted.

Zhang Huai was a little hesitant, could it be that he was using himself to save others?

He remembered that Dr. Di had helped him twice without asking for anything in return, and he didn't use it to contact him afterwards, but it seemed that he was being self-indulgent.

He couldn't help looking at the unreal reflection in the glass, and touched his own face. He couldn't be defeated just because of Wang Anping, could he?

Except for Wang Anping, the last one was...was...

Zhang Huai couldn't remember for a while, as if he suddenly got stuck.

"Ah Huai? What's the matter?" Ian stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, bringing him back to his senses, "Why are you suddenly in a daze?"

"Ah, it's okay," Zhang Huai said, "I'm fascinated by thinking about things."

Unexpectedly, Ian asked directly: "What are you thinking about? Can I help?"

Zhang Huai: "...Some private matters."

These words were a bit cold and hard, as soon as they were said, it seemed that the distance between them was separated in an instant.

Yi An didn't seem to feel it at all, he didn't care at all and said: "Well, if Ah Huai has any difficulties or needs help in the future, you must come to me and tell me!"

Zhang Huai can only respond.

He thanked Ian for his kindness in staying with him for one night, the dinner was drawing to a close, and it was time to leave.

The reason for the refusal was not only that the "progress" was too fast, but also that he had no way to contact Yin Jiuzhao. If he went back late, he might have worked overtime temporarily. If he didn't come back at night, he was afraid that Yin Jiuzhao would come to him.

Although he didn't know how Yin Jiuzhao was looking for it, it was better not to have such a scene.

And I don't know why, he knows that this metaphor is very inappropriate, but he still feels that this scene has a very visual sense of "catching rape", and he is the heartless guy even though he has done nothing.

"Okay," Ian said, "Then next time, come to my house to play next time!"

Zhang Huai still agreed, which is a typical "next time will be sure", but Ian looked like he had already made an appointment and was in a good mood.

The rain outside was not heavy, just a light patter, Zhang Huai didn't bring an umbrella, just took out his mobile phone to take a taxi, when he saw a person walking in the rain.

Time seemed to slow down suddenly, I saw the man holding a black umbrella, he...

Zhang Huai was taken aback, and found that it was actually Yin Jiuzhao.

He didn't recognize it right away. On the one hand, he didn't expect Yin Jiuzhao to appear here, and on the other hand, Yin Jiuzhao's image had changed too much at this time.

He used to have an old-fashioned appearance, and even if his clothes were not the same as when they first met, they were still long-sleeved robes.

Many times when Zhang Huai saw him, he wanted to ask him if it was convenient to work like this, and then he thought about it, it is his freedom to dress what other people like, so it is better not to interfere.

Short black hair, black suit trousers and leather shoes, all black except for the long-sleeved white shirt on the upper body, the belt outlines his waist, making his legs look longer.

He was supposed to be a capable professional elite or a male model on the catwalk, but because of the scar on his face, he suddenly looked like a "black".

Coupled with his temperament, if he puts on a coat, people should call him "Godfather".

He went straight to Zhang Huai, glanced at Ian beside him indifferently, and then said to Zhang Huai: "I'll pick you up."

Perhaps because Ian was by his side, Yin Jiuzhao didn't use the usual address.

He didn't ask Ian's identity, but he didn't care, but Ian asked Zhang Huai curiously: "Who is this? Someone you know?"

"...my roommate."

Zhang Huai said.

It is impossible for him to tell Yin Jiuzhao's true identity, so that's all he can say.

"Wow, your roommate came here to pick you up? He is so kind to you," Ian said, "Unlike me, I can only go home alone."

He said such "resentful" words, but he had a smile on his face, and then he waved goodbye and left.

Zhang Huai should be glad that Ian didn't want to make another friend and went to greet Yin Jiuzhao. He didn't know if Yin Jiuzhao would pay attention to Ian's self-introduction, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

Yin Jiuzhao watched Yi'an leave all the way, his brows slightly frowned, he didn't know what he thought of, then he looked away and looked at Zhang Huai.

"Your Majesty, let's go."

With no outsiders around, he resumed his original address.

The umbrella was not big, Zhang Huai walked with Yin Jiuzhao in the rain, halfway there he suddenly came to his senses, why did they have to walk back so hard?

Even if Yin Jiuzhao didn't have the relevant teleportation spell, he could still take a taxi.

He and Yin Jiuzhao walked on the road in such silence, and then he held back for a long time and asked, "...Are you here to give me an umbrella?"

"Yes." Yin Jiuzhao looked ahead and walked slowly, "The subordinates can know your location."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and then said: "Therefore, if Your Majesty needs to call your subordinates, you can just call them by their first and last names."

It takes about 10 minutes to walk home from the location of the restaurant, and it's almost there before you know it.

From a distance, Zhang Huai saw the lights on in the pet hospital on the street, and there were no customers inside, only Di Jiangwen was standing at the door alone, as if he had sensed his gaze, he also looked over and met his gaze.

According to his prediction, with Di Jiangwen's personality, he should greet him with a smile on his face, but Di Jiangwen's subsequent reaction was different from what he thought.

The man's eyes were cold, and after sweeping over him, he looked at Yin Jiuzhao, his face still unmoved, then he looked away, opened the door and entered the hospital.

As if he didn't know Zhang Huai, he was completely uninterested in these two passers-by.

Zhang Huai was a little taken aback, he found it very strange, and couldn't help but repeatedly compared Di Jiangwen's performance with Di Jiangwen's indifference just now in his mind.

The difference was so great that he even began to wonder if Di Jiangwen had a twin brother who looked exactly the same.

His pace couldn't help but slowed down, and Yin Jiuzhao who was beside him noticed him, and he also looked in the direction of the pet hospital, but he didn't express anything special, just asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"...No, it's fine."

Zhang Huai returned home and saw that the clothes on Yin Jiuzhao's body were faded, and changed back to the previous ancient style in an instant. Well, now he knows where the other party's clothes come from, and the scales and fur of monsters and monsters can be seen. Transformation, which is not surprising.

Yin Jiuzhao didn't ask him about the dinner. He saw the man take his washed clothes to wash, he hesitated to speak for a while.

Yin Jiuzhao, on the other hand, paused holding his clothes, then turned and walked over.

"Your Majesty," he turned Zhang Huai's dress to the back, "you probably didn't stick it on yourself, did you?"

Zhang Huai was wearing a white shirt, and once it was stained with something, it would be very obvious. At this time, the piece Yin Jiuzhao showed had a sticker on it.

The sticker was about the size of a thumbnail, with a yellow smiling face, black beaded eyes and a curved line. It looked like the kind of stickers that teachers stick on children's homework as encouragement.

Zhang Huai's first reaction was, is this a prank on a child?

Maybe it was pasted by naughty children somewhere, so I can only say one word, just tear off the stickers.

But the next moment, he heard Yin Jiuzhao say: "Your Majesty, this is a curse."

"...?!"

Zhang Huai was taken aback.

"What? Is this a curse??"

Yin Jiuzhao tore off the sticker and showed the other side up to Zhang Huai.

The plastic surface is black, and under the light at a certain angle, you can see a strangely shaped hexagram printed on it.

"It's not a big curse, or rather, it's a very small curse."

Yin Jiuzhao gathered the stickers in his hands, and when he opened them again, his palms were empty.

It was such a small curse that even he couldn't notice it immediately when he got close to Zhang Huai, the breath was so slight.

The curse is so small, and its effect is also negligible. It is almost useless. At best, it can make a person with a bad system sneeze, just to this extent.

But if it's useless, why do it?

Yin Jiuzhao thought about the hexagram, but didn't think it was a child's prank.

"If your guess is correct," he said, "Your Majesty can pay attention."

pay attention to?Pay attention to what?Is this a sticker?

Zhang Huai didn't understand at first, but then he realized, is this saying that other people have also been affixed with this sticker?

After he went back to his room at night, he thought about it, and tried to search on the Internet with his mobile phone, but what he found surprised him.

"'Lucky Stickers'? What?"

He looked at various posts and comments on the Internet, and found that smiling face stickers on clothes had become common, but netizens' attitudes towards it were...very optimistic?

The reason is that I don't know who brought the rhythm, so I called the sticker a "lucky sticker". As long as it is found on the body, it is a blessing secretly given by others, and then there will be good luck.

Zhang Huai just felt puzzled, he didn't understand why there was such a thought.

Or is it that netizens are not satisfied with just turning to koi, and are "hungry for food" to this point?

Cursed or not, he first felt that if the sticker was washed without being discovered, it would be the end of the game. Even if it was discovered in advance, it might leave marks on the clothes. It's fine to beat him up, but how could he still be "happy in his heart"?

However, even if rational netizens have the same idea as Zhang Huai, most netizens still fall into that weird trend of thought, thinking that this thing is good.

Zhang Huai faintly had a bad premonition, although Yin Jiuzhao said it was just a small curse, but looking at the number of people now...

It is said that the accumulation of small successes and the accumulation of sand will form a tower, so nothing will happen, right?

He was silent for a moment, and felt that he was worrying unfoundedly, and it was not his turn to worry about it anyway.

So he randomly swiped his phone a few times, opened the social software, and just saw Di Jiangwen's name.

Zhang Huai stayed on this interface for a long time, then opened the chat box.

When he, Jiadi Jiangwen, was in the hospital before, he said verbally that it would be convenient to pay the medical expenses after that, but he didn't talk to each other after that, the only news was that the verification had passed.

Zhang Huai turned over and over on the bed, still inexplicably caring about Di Jiangwen's reaction just now, if he kept thinking this way, he might not be able to sleep tonight.

Even if the other party has nothing to do with each other in daily life except for helping him twice, if he acts according to his previous behavior, he will only feel that whether Di Jiangwen's attitude changes has nothing to do with him, and he will never have the current situation. Feel.

He didn't notice the abnormality, and he didn't think about why he cared.

Zhang Huai finally sent a message to Di Jiangwen.

[Doctor Di, is the hospital busy tonight? ]

He asked directly, without pleasantries.

[No, why do you ask that? ]

Di Jiangwen replied almost instantly.

Without waiting for Zhang Huai to say anything else, he went on to say: [Is there something wrong with Ah Huai taking the initiative to find me? ]

[I saw you when I came back just now. ]

[Well, I saw you back too. ]

[Sorry, I had some things to do at the time^_^]

Zhang Huai looked at the expression on Di Jiang's face at the end of the sentence, but the previous indifference of the other party appeared in his mind.

Is this sentence an explanation?Are you talking about why you didn't say hello to him?But if you do something, it won't turn into that.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should ask the other party if he was in a bad mood, so he decided to forget it.

Who is he from Di Jiangwen? You can't ask Di Jiangwen arrogantly why he doesn't smile or say hello when he sees him, right?

[It's okay, rest early. ]

[Yeah, good night ^_^]

……

In the empty pet hospital, the man sat alone on the swivel chair, with a cold demeanor all over his body. He just looked at the chat interface on the phone until the phone screen turned off by itself.

He saw his expressionless face vaguely reflected on the dark screen, and then reached out to touch the corner of his lips.

Is it better to smile?

He sat for a while, and when he stood up, his expression was soft, and when he looked at him, he seemed to be smiling.

He imitated it very much, and when he laughed, he was exactly the same as the previous Di Jiangwen, no, it should be said that he had returned to his previous appearance.

The man walked to the door and turned off the light with a "snap".

The author has something to say: There is no big conspiracy.

My brain is destined to not be able to do anything great.

I couldn't update it in time today because I saved the manuscript and adjusted the time, but it didn't come out for some reason, and my stupid brain didn't find the grass until eleven o'clock in the evening.