Hey Handsome, You Dropped Your Wig

Chapter 35: Dancing Yangko

Views:

An He looked at Na Chen without saying anything. Na Chen looked very confident. Judging from the way he played ball, his level was probably much higher than that of racing. Yawen Bar>w`ww.

"Come on?" Na Chen touched 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 back to the index finger.

"What if I lose?" An He picked up a ball, tossed it, and hit it on the board in front of him, and the ball bounced back into his hand.

"You want something a little more exciting, right?" Na Chen looked at him.

"Whatever." An He smiled.

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

An He quickly assessed Na Chen's shooting ability. Knowing that Na Chen could boast of his three-point shooting when he was in a good mood, he nodded after a few seconds: "Okay, two out of three games, quick decision."

"Okay." Na Chen snapped his fingers.

After the coin was thrown in, the basketball rolled out from the opening on the side. An He bent down, grabbed one with one hand and threw it into the basket in two moves.

This kind of basketball is very small and easy to catch. The distance from the position where a person stands to the basket is just under An He's nose.

When he was practicing spot shooting, he could easily make 100 shots. He didn't care much even if the basket of a shooting machine moved back and forth.

But this thing requires not only accuracy, but also speed.

This is also the reason why An He has never liked playing the basketball machine. It's like a fight, with all the banging and clanging. You'll start sweating after two levels at most, and your arms will be sore after four levels.

After shooting four or five times, he glanced at Na Chen beside him. Na Chen's movements were similar to his, also throwing one ball into the basket with each hand at the same time, and his posture of gently flicking the ball with his wrist was very professional.

At the end of the first game, An He's score was over 500, and Na Chen was ten points less than him.

This score is pretty good. Both of them broke the record of 400 points on the machine. Several people came to watch.

"Okay," Nachen glanced at An He, "Come again."

"I'll get you a big bear in a minute." An He glanced at the receipt that came out from the side of the machine. According to their results, after three games were finished and a few more games were played, it would be enough to get a big bear.

However, Anher's speed in this round was not as fast as in the previous round. 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 wildly in such a short time.

Na Chen's speed did not change much. At the end of the fourth level, he turned around, stretched his hand in front of An He and made a "ye" gesture.

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

He didn't know why he suddenly wanted to win so much. Was it because Na Chen had aroused his desire to win, or was it because of the bet

It’s not that the bet is unattractive to An He, but it doesn’t seem to be that serious... That’s probably because he cherishes life and stays away from s|m.

Before he could figure it out, the ball had already rolled out. He withdrew his thoughts, grabbed the ball with both hands alternately and started throwing.

More and more people gathered around them. Every time they passed a level, someone would cheer them on. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see someone taking out their phone to take pictures.

This time the scores of the two players were very close, and they surpassed each other back and forth, and the mistakes were also similar. Na Chen missed the shot, An He slipped, or the ball went off target.

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

With only a few seconds left on the clock, Na Chen banged in two balls, leaving him just one goal behind An He.

An He shot the ball in the last two seconds but one of the shots missed the target and he yelled, "Damn it!"

He glanced at Na Chen's score. If Na Chen scored this goal, he would lose.

I don’t know if it was because he was too nervous or because he was scared by Anhe’s roar, but Na Chen’s ball had some spin when it hit the edge of the basket and bounced to the side.

"Your uncle," Na Chen swung his arms, looked at An He's score, was stunned for a moment, and said again, "Your uncle."

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

Na Chen also took down the tickets on his side, and the total amount looked quite impressive.

"Don't want to play anymore?" someone among the onlookers asked.

"I don't want to play anymore. I lost." Na Chen replied while looking at the ticket in his hand.

An He couldn't tell Na Chen's current mood from his words, but he felt that his attitude was different from when he lost before. Maybe he was used to losing

"Let's go see if we can get that bear in exchange." An He took the coat he had thrown aside and put it on.

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

"There are only white ones. The flower ones you want are not available yet." An He took the ticket and walked to the counter.

The bear was probably too big, so even with all their awesomeness they got, they were still short of twenty tickets.

An He saw that it didn't make much difference, and he was too lazy to play anymore. He reached into his coat pocket and asked, "Can you give me some more money?"

"No," the girl at the counter propped her chin up in her hand, "You can only exchange it with tickets. Go shoot another basketball. Aren't you two pretty good?"

Na Chen leaned over the counter and said, "Can you bring it over so I can touch it?"

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

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

An He didn't say anything, his hands were still in his coat. After a while, he pulled his hands out and slapped himself. After that, he said, "My wallet is lost."

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

"Inside pocket of jacket..." An He suddenly looked up at Na Chen halfway through his sentence, "Is your wallet there?"

Na Chen reached into his trouser pocket and said, "Here."

"It was probably stolen when I was shooting basketball," An He frowned. There were only a few hundred dollars in cash in his wallet, but there were a lot of cards and his ID card was also stuffed into his wallet. "Damn."

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

"If we didn't take it, where would we get the coins to play games?" An He walked to the basketball machine to see if he would run into a thief with a conscience. He took the money and threw the wallet to him on the ground. Yawen 8w=w·w.

Na Chen grabbed his arm and said, "Wait for me to make a call."

"Huh? Call the police? The police don't have time to deal with 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 on the other end quickly answered the phone: "What about Chen?"

"Well, you are..." Na Chen said and stopped. The music coming out of the phone receiver sounded like the music in the video game arcade. He put the phone away and leaned in to listen. "Where are you?"

"Mario." said Ge Jian.

Na Chen was a little surprised. Ge Jian had always been driving for Lei Bo, and when he was not driving, he almost always stayed near Lei Bo. How could Ge Jian be in the video game arcade now

However, Na Chen did not ask much. He had no interest in where Ge Jian was. If it were not for An He's wallet, he would not have contacted Ge Jian at all.

"You're just right here," Na Chen glanced into the arcade, "Whose movie is this? My friend's wallet was stolen."

"What kind?" Ge Jian asked.

"The coach." Na Chen said without thinking.

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

"Go to the back door and ask him to send it to you." Ge Jian said.

Na Chen hung up the phone and pulled An He towards the back door: "Let's go."

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

"I have good eyesight. I also know that the pair of sunglasses you threw in the car are Dior." Na Chen hooked his chin with his hand, "*."

"Shit," An He laughed, "Who did you call?"

"A... friend, he can have someone send your wallet back." Na Chen pulled him out of the back door of the arcade and stood by the road waiting.

"Who is it? The leader of the gang?" An He looked at Na Chen. He didn't expect that Na Chen could know such a person.

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

An He didn't say anything else. He pulled his collar and stood behind Na Chen to avoid the north wind.

Within two minutes, a small, broken electric car drove over at a very high speed. When it passed in front of them, the person in the car waved his hand and threw something towards them.

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

"Yes," An He took the wallet and opened it to check. The money and things inside were all there. "It's quite efficient."

"Let's go, play one more round and get a big bear." Na Chen patted his arm, turned around and ran back to the video game arcade happily.

“…Okay.” An He put his wallet back into his pocket, watched Na Chen’s back disappear into the door, and was stunned for a few seconds before following him.

An He didn't play the basketball machine again. He just found a fishing machine and played it a few times. He collected enough tickets to exchange for the big bear.

"Thank you." Na Chen held the bear in his arms contentedly, and used the remaining coins to play in the video game arcade, playing spot the difference and playing cards for a long time.

Two hours later, when he had almost spread all the coins, he clapped his hands and said, "Let's go."

"Okay." An He turned around and walked out very actively after hearing this. He hadn't stayed in an arcade like this for a long time. He felt a little dizzy because of the boredom and noise.

After walking two steps, Na Chen 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 was far away, so Na Chen hadn't seen it. This was his forte, and he would probably have to spend another half an hour on it. "Want to play?"

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

"Next time?" An He immediately became worried. "You really haven't finished yet, are you going to gamble again?"

"No more gambling," Na Chen smiled at him, "Besides, what are you afraid of? Didn't you win today?"

If Nachen hadn’t said it, An He would have almost forgotten about the bet today.

Thinking about it now, he felt inexplicably agitated: "Are you willing to admit defeat?"

"I give in." Na Chen followed him out of the arcade and stretched out at the door. "I give in!"

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

"Huh?" Na Chen was stunned.

"I'm not in a hurry," An He also stretched his arms and walked forward, "I'm afraid you'll beat me up before we even start, which is not worth it."

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

"It's not that I'm considerate, it's that you're too careless. But you can record it, but you can't write it off," An He patted his face and said, "Let's go eat something?"

"Well, have an ice cream and go dancing," Nachen said, "It's so fashionable. I've only been there once."

"What to eat?" An He shuddered, thinking that he might have heard it wrong.

"Ice cream, popsicles, I want a big box." Na Chen touched his stomach.

A gust of cold wind blew over, and An He's teeth clattered several times: "Are you hungry and want to eat ice cream? Are you okay? Winter is not over yet, and there is still a late spring cold ahead..."

"Are you annoying?" Na Chen pulled him to a 24-hour supermarket nearby. "I'm eating. I didn't ask you to eat. You can eat the 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 like a small plastic box. An He looked at it and felt that he couldn't keep warm even if he hugged the pot of fish balls next to him.

"Let's eat first before leaving." An He said while waiting in line to pay the bill.

"Well," Na Chen put the ice cream on the cashier's counter and suddenly turned his head, "You can collect the bill anytime."

Before An He could come to his senses, he paid the money and sat down on the bench for rest.

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

"Um."

"Did you lose on purpose?"

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

"No, please forgive me..." An He hid back, "I think you could be any kind of person."

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

"Just pretend I didn't say anything," An He began, "I really don't want to eat it."

"Eat quickly!" Na Chen suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

There were many people around, all looking over. An He suddenly felt like blushing. He didn't care about anything else and leaned over to bite the ice cream into his mouth. Before he could swallow it, he couldn't help but cover his mouth: "Damn, it's so cold."

Na Chen curled his lips and said, "Dissolve it in your mouth before swallowing it, or you won't be able to taste it."

"My teeth are broken because of chewing it," An He ate a fish ball and felt better after feeling warm. "Don't be so jumpy and scare me."

"I didn't control the volume well," Na Chen smiled and lowered his voice, and said another sentence as if whispering, "I..."

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

"Just when I was about to throw one randomly and forget about losing, my hand slipped," Nachen took a bite of ice cream, "so I didn't have time to lose on purpose."

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

Sometimes Na Chen spoke in a fanciful and half-true and half-false way, and An He couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or just joking.

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

This might be Na Chen's way of solving his own "selfish" problem in his own way which was neither clever nor tactful and even a little too strong and crazy.

Originally, An He wanted to go home directly after eating instead of going out to dance. He had no problem hanging out at the bar until one or two in the morning, but if he came out of the noisy video game arcade and then danced until midnight, he would definitely have a headache the next day.

But after finishing his meal, he did not mention this proposal, but just asked Na Chen: "Where are we going now?"

"Disco," Nachen threw the empty ice cream box into the trash can and stood up, "I want to watch you dance the Yangge."

"Okay," An He also stood up, "I'm going for it. Remember to prepare a fan for me."

An He parked the car outside the gate of SOS and suddenly felt a little emotional when looking at the gate of SOS.

I haven't been here for several years, but sos is still so lively, and the facade is decorated more and more wildly, which gives people a headache at first glance.

SOS's DJs have always been great, and they often invite some awesome DJs over. As soon as you enter the hall, the music comes with a breeze, and An He feels that his skills have been perfected to perfection.

"Would you like something to drink?" Na Chen leaned close to his ear and shouted.

"I can't drink it. I just had a bowl of fish ball soup and I'm still bloated." An He shook his head.

There were no seats left, so Na Chen pulled him directly into 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 tempting.

The lights, the music, the figures swaying around him, the familiar feeling enveloped An He, and he was a little dazed.

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

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

An He was no longer in his previous state, he was now bold and relaxed. The first time Na Chen saw An He like this was when he was playing racing in the arcade.

Now, standing under the dim light, Anhe had a different feeling. He raised his hand and swayed his body to the right casually following the music.

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

Because of An He's slight shake, Na Chen's next move was disrupted.

He didn't expect that Anhe, who didn't look like he could dance at all, could make a casual move so... sexy.

The author has something to say: Continue tomorrow.

It seems that many people have guessed the result of the bet...