Luo Hai said in a more serious tone: "Come here!"
Yu Guang then dawdled away, looking back at Jiang Chijing three steps at a time.
Oops.
Jiang Chijing suddenly thought of a question, his pseudo-idol won't last long, and Yu Guang will soon find out that he is not the same as online go.
And if Yu Guang knew that Zheng Mingyi was the go...
Although Jiang Chijing doesn't want to admit it, Zheng Mingyi's appearance and brain are all good at picking "1" from thousands of miles. In addition, the god Go has his own idol halo, won't Yu Guang be fascinated by Zheng Mingyi at that time? not
Jiang Chijing couldn't help falling into contemplation. For the sake of the big brother Luo Hai, he felt that it was necessary to get a vaccination in advance.
This afternoon, Zheng Mingyi came to the library as usual, but unlike usual, there were no other prisoners in the library except him today.
The huge library is empty, and anyone who looks at it will find it a little abnormal.
"Are the prisoners active today?" Jiang Chijing asked.
"I haven't heard of it."
Zheng Mingyi was still sitting in the first row by the window. The two sat facing each other with a distance of three to five meters in between.
Normally, when there was no one else in the library, Zheng Mingyi would always sit next to Jiang Chijing. Now that the two of them were talking so far apart, Jiang Chijing was still a little unaccustomed to it.
"Ask you something." Jiang Chijing said.
"Is it related to Go?" Zheng Mingyi asked.
A game of Go suddenly appeared in the conversation. Jiang Chijing was stunned before he realized it. Go was equal to go, and Zheng Mingyi was talking about the forum in a different way.
This really is very similar to Zheng Mingyi's style of playing games. Everything has to be detoured, and it depends on whether you can react immediately.
If he fails to react, he may be ridiculed for being stupid and cute again.
"It's irrelevant." Jiang Chijing said, "I want to ask if you like younger than you?"
Such a question may be more appropriate with an emotional style of painting, but Jiang Chijing's tone is very calm, as if he is doing a psychological test, no matter what Zheng Mingyi answers, it will not affect his mood.
Zheng Mingyi tilted his head to think for a moment, then asked, "Aren't you the same age as me?"
Jiang Chijing suddenly felt a little strange, how could Zheng Mingyi know his age? But on second thought, it wouldn't be too much of a fuss if you could just ask any prison guard about it.
"I'm not talking about me." Jiang Chijing said, "I'm talking about your little fan brother, he just turned nineteen years old not long ago."
"You mean Aguang?" Zheng Mingyi asked amusingly, "Isn't that your little fanboy?"
The second part of Zheng Mingyi's gameplay - pretending to be confused by being clear.
Jiang Chijing said leisurely: "That's fine, I'll tell him who is his real idol."
This trick really worked, Zheng Mingyi quickly restrained his joking expression and asked in a normal tone, "What's wrong with him?"
"He's very fanatical about you." Jiang Chijing paused, "But to be precise, it's your vest."
"You mean he treated you-"
Before Zheng Mingyi's words were finished, footsteps suddenly sounded at the door of the library. Jiang Chijing looked at it in response, and saw seven or eight tall prisoners walking in from outside, all faces who would not normally come to the library.
After these people entered the library, they kicked the tables and chairs casually, sat down in the first few rows, and stared straight at Jiang Chijing.
It was not until the last person walked into the library that Jiang Chijing understood what had happened.
It's the old nine.
He should have told the outside world that he did not want other prisoners to come to the library, and then he led his subordinates to break in in a mighty manner, and went to Jiang Chijing's territory to spread wildness.
"Good noon, Officer Jiang." Lao Jiu hooked up a chair with his feet and sat down on the opposite side of the desk. The legs of the chair slid across the ground, making a harsh sound.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Chijing asked coldly.
"What else can I do, come here to learn." Lao Jiu turned his head, looked around with a novel look, and then said to Zheng Mingyi, "Yo, your horse is here too."
Jiang Chijing also didn't expect that the strawberry thing actually convinced Zheng Mingyi that it was his son.
This is really weird enough, I don't know if this big fierce 1 will feel wronged.
Jiang Chijing glanced at Zheng Mingyi subconsciously, and saw that Zheng Mingyi suddenly stood up and walked to Lao Jiu with a blank face.
Lao Jiu's expression froze obviously, his upper body leaned in the opposite direction of Zheng Mingyi, and asked cautiously, "Why?"
"Good dogs don't stand in the way." Zheng Mingyi lowered his eyes and looked down at Lao Jiudao.
To be honest, Zheng Mingyi's way of looking down at people is a bit scary.
Because Jiang Chijing knew that Zheng Mingyi would only show this kind of eyes when he was serious, just like the last time he asked if he could tear off Jiang Chijing's uniform, his eyes were also so obscure, indicating that he really had something in his mind. Such a crazy idea.
But Lao Jiu obviously didn't receive this dangerous signal, he pointed his finger around and said: "This library is so wide, you fucking have to get in front of me-"
Lao Jiu's words were interrupted by a "Zila", which was a harsh sound from the friction between the legs of the chair and the ground. Then Lao Jiu's center of gravity was unstable, he shook his body, and fell to the ground with a "bang" sound.
Zheng Mingyi directly kicked the chair that Lao Jiu was sitting on to one meter away, but because of inertia, Lao Jiu couldn't stop the momentum and fell down with the chair.
The younger brothers of Lao Jiu stood up immediately, staring at Zheng Mingyi fiercely, and there was a lot of noise in the library.
Zheng Mingyi stepped over Lao Jiu without anyone else, walked into the work area, sat down beside Jiang Chijing, and glanced indifferently at the people standing opposite.
His unhurried look seems to be saying: If you want to move him, first see if you have the ability.
Jiang Chijing turned his head to look at Zheng Mingyi who was close at hand, and found Zheng Mingyi's profile for the first time.
Although it was a bit inappropriate in this tense atmosphere, Jiang Chijing couldn't help but have a thought.
Damn, how can Zheng Mingyi be so handsome.
At such times, it depends on whether these younger brothers value brotherhood more seriously, or their own interests more.
Of course, we also have to see if Lao Jiu has a conscience and whether he will use his brother's future to satisfy his own selfish desires.
Judging from the current situation, Jiang Chijing speculates that the probability is not.
The conflict between him and Lao Jiu is not a deep hatred, and he can't commit so many people's futures for this trivial matter. Lao Jiu's ability to take the second-in-command position in Xu Sheng's faction wasn't entirely because he dared to fight, but he still had some brains.
The chess game is nothing more than pondering the enemy's mind. Jiang Chijing guessed that the purpose of Lao Jiu was not to cause trouble, but he still picked up the walkie-talkie to deter him.
Because there are also unexpected situations in the game, if Lao Jiu suddenly can't think of it and wants to fight him to the death, the walkie-talkie can at least give him a sedative.
Facts have proved that Jiang Chijing's speculation was correct. After Lao Jiu was lifted up by his younger brother, he stopped the aggressive younger brother beside him with his hands and said, "It's okay, sit back."
Jiang Chijing also placed the walkie-talkie on the desk, as if it were a warning sign, warning Lao Jiu of the consequences of making trouble.
However, Jiang Chijing analyzed that Lao Jiu would not cause trouble, but he still failed to analyze the real purpose of Lao Jiu's coming here.
He thought that Lao Jiu brought a group of people here, just to leave a few provocative words, save face for himself and then walk away, but in fact, Lao Jiu didn't even say provocative words, just sat with a group of younger brothers like this. Together, they stared at Jiang Chijing motionlessly.
Being stared at by a group of people at the same time is extremely creepy, not to mention that these people have no expressions on their faces, just like puppets, looking at you deadly.
Among them, only Lao Jiu had a good-looking expression on his face, obviously expecting how Jiang Chijing would react.
"Do you want to poke them blind?" Zheng Mingyi turned his head and asked.
Of course it's impossible to poke blind, but Zheng Mingyi would ask that, which shows that he is also a little irritable.
"It's okay." Jiang Chijing said, "Wait for them to see."
Having said that, Jiang Chijing is actually not much better than Zheng Mingyi.
These prisoners were not noisy, and Jiang Chijing had no reason to drive them away. It's not a big deal to say that they came to the library and didn't read a book. They could just go and pick up a book on the shelf.
"I don't like them staring at you." Zheng Mingyi turned his eyes blankly to look at the puppets opposite, his cold tone could tell that he was really unhappy.
Jiang Chijing turned his head and glanced at Zheng Mingyi.
I have to admit that when you are targeted by a group of people, it feels really good to have someone by your side and stand up for you.
He suddenly became less irritable, raised his hand and put it on the back of Zheng Mingyi's hand, patted it lightly, and said, "It's okay, good things are for everyone to appreciate."
"Beautiful things?" Zheng Mingyi turned his head to look at Jiang Chijing, with a hint of puzzlement in his expression.
"I mean my prosperous beauty." After Jiang Chijing finished speaking, he smiled to himself, and took his hand back from the back of Zheng Mingyi's hand.
He thought that this joke could at least score 90 points this time, but the people next to him still didn't respond at all. He turned his head to look again, just in time to meet Zheng Mingyi's eyes looking straight at him.
"Why, isn't it funny?" Jiang Chijing asked.
"No." Zheng Mingyi looked at Jiang Chijing and said, "You are a prosperous beauty, what about me?"
Jiang Chijing didn't expect Zheng Mingyi to continue, he pretended to think for a while, and said, "You're just a little bit closer."
"Where's the difference?" Zheng Mingyi raised his eyebrows and asked earnestly.
"Well—" Jiang Chijing touched his chin with his hand and looked up and down Zheng Mingyi.
To be honest, Jiang Chijing felt that Zheng Mingyi's appearance was not bad at all, but he had a different style. If he is a harmless and handsome type like the eldest brother next door, then Zheng Mingyi is a sexy plumber who comes to the house for repairs, making people involuntarily want to have something indescribable happen to him.
Wait, no, no, no, he didn't.
His thoughts drifted in strange directions again. In order to avoid this dangerous answer, Jiang Chijing had to choose another answer with a guilty conscience: "You look better in a suit."
However, as soon as these words were said, Jiang Chijing felt that something was not right.
Compared with sexy plumbers, social elites in suits are indeed much safer. But he didn't want to praise Zheng Mingyi at first, just to compromise the dangerous answer, and it turned out to be such a straightforward compliment.
- Where's the difference
- It looks better in a suit.
It means that there is nothing wrong, as long as you wear a suit, it is perfect.
"A suit?" Zheng Mingyi looked down at the prison uniform on his body, then looked at Jiang Chijing again, "I'll show you later."
Having said that, he paused and added, "I will show you the clothes in private."
Hearing this, Jiang Chijing immediately came up with a thought, why should a suit be worn in private
Suits are of course worn on formal occasions. If they are worn in private for someone to see, and analyzed by Jiang Chijing's brain full of yellow waste, it can only have one use - to take it off.
She took off her tie, grabbed the tie and pulled the person over...