Ji Zhiyao was very helpless, glanced at the drunken Yang Bing, and thought that he might not be able to drink himself down now, and it seemed that he couldn't do without drinking. So he picked up the wine opener, opened a bottle of wine for himself neatly, and touched Yang Bing's wine bottle: "Okay, I'll drink with you."
Yang Bing ordered food before, and there was still a lot left on the table. Ji Zhiyao planned to eat and drink while eating, so that his stomach would not be too uncomfortable.
But Yang Bing is a talker, and after finishing a sentence, he pulls Ji Zhiyao to drink. Ji Zhiyao was almost dying of pain.
Yang Bing: "I know that Xing Chuxue had a good impression of you at the beginning. When you came to persuade me, I felt very humiliated and didn't want to talk to you. Now that I think about it, I'm just an idiot.—Come on, old Ji, brother Go one!"
Yang Bing: "I really regret breaking up with you, and I can't save face. How can I have any face? It's purely because I'm used to myself. Do you think so too? - Walk with me."
Yang Bing: "You don't even know how happy I am for you to see you go to the competition. I feel that I can know such a brother. It's amazing. —Old Ji, I respect you."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
After several rounds, there were more and more empty wine bottles on the table. Ji Zhiyao started to feel dazed and didn't know how much he had drunk.
Yang Bing lost consciousness, and lay face to face with him on the table, smacking his mouth from time to time.
After an unknown amount of time, Ji Zhiyao dimly felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He frowned and muttered in disgust: "Don't make noise."
After a few seconds, the pocket was indeed safe. Ji Zhiyao almost fell asleep again, but not long after the phone vibrated again, Ji Zhiyao moved his fingers and took it out with great effort.
He squinted his eyes, swiped his finger before seeing the incoming call clearly, and asked feebly, "Hello, who is it?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was low and seemed a little displeased: "Ji Zhiyao, have you had too much to drink?"
Ji Zhiyao started to giggle, "I didn't drink too much. Why did the captain call me?"
"Where are you now?"
"Where am I? I'm...at..." Ji Zhiyao propped up his arms in a daze, raised his hand and poked Yang Bing: "Bingzi, where are we now?"
Yang Bing's face was still buried on the table, and he waved his hand impatiently: "Isn't it the barbecue restaurant opposite the school?"
Ji Zhiyao looked confidently at the phone: "Yes, I'm at the barbecue restaurant opposite the school. Captain, I'm going to bed, I won't tell you anymore, good night."
After speaking, he didn't even hang up the phone, and threw himself on the table again.
one hour later.
Mo Huaifeng, who was wearing a long black trench coat, pushed open the door of the barbecue shop, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
There were not many people in the shop anymore, Mo Huaifeng saw Ji Zhiyao sleeping soundly on the table, and another boy next to him who was also sleeping dead.
It looks a bit obtrusive.
Mo Huaifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and instead of rushing to carry Ji Zhiyao, he walked to the front desk, and the cashier at the barbecue shop asked, "Excuse me, when do you close?"
Cashier: "Not closed, our store is open 24 hours."
That's easy.
Mo Huaifeng took out his mobile phone and pointed to the direction of Xia Jizhiyao, "Let's settle their bill."
After paying the bill, Mo Huaifeng walked over there, touched Ji Zhiyao with his hand, "Wuji?"
Ji Zhiyao remained motionless.
Mo Huaifeng stood for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to hook Ji Zhiyao's shoulder, and with some strength, helped him up.
Ji Zhiyao is 1.8 meters tall. Although he looks thinner, he still has a lot of weight.
Mo Huaifeng took a lot of effort to carry him out of the barbecue restaurant, moving as slowly as possible. After throwing Ji Zhiyao into the car, Mo Huaifeng looked down, but he still didn't wake up.
Mo Huaifeng was relieved and concentrated on driving.
The rest of the team stayed in the training room, Mo Huaifeng carried Ji Zhiyao upstairs, pushed open the door of his room, and threw him on the bed.
Ji Zhiyao was bounced up twice by the mattress and fell down again, almost waking up.
The corners of his lips curled, and Mo Huaifeng found himself in a much better mood.
He lowered his head and smelled a strong smell of alcohol coming from Ji Zhiyao's clothes. So he frowned again, took half a step forward, and with great effort helped him take off Ji Zhiyao's smelly coat.
Mo Huaifeng picked up his coat with two fingers and went into the bathroom.
Before throwing it into the washing machine, he briefly touched the two pockets. After taking out his mobile phone and wallet, he lifted the lid of the washing machine and threw his coat in.
Then he took his mobile wallet and walked out of the bathroom.
Putting these two things on the table, Mo Huaifeng wanted to leave, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of a crumpled piece of paper between the phone case and the screen from the corner of his eye. He stopped, a little curious.
Mo Huaifeng lifted half of the phone case, and gently pulled the paper that was almost smoothed out.
— It's Zhang's signature.
Mo Huaifeng saw "A Xiao" and "Mix. Xiao" on it, and his pale lips pursed into a line.
…
Another morning, surprisingly sunny.
Ji Zhiyao stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and found it useless after a while, so he decided to get up and close the curtains before going to sleep. As soon as he sat up, he found that besides him, there was another person's breathing in his ears.
Ji Zhiyao was a little dazed, and finally opened his eyes.
It was in his bedroom on base, yes.
It wasn't anything weird, Ji Zhiyao heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his head to the side.
— This look scared him almost to death.
There was someone sleeping next to him.
The wise and resourceful captain of Team Mix.
Mo Huaifeng was leaning sideways on his arms, breathing steadily, obviously sleeping soundly. His shirt and trousers were on, but his top was unbuttoned two times.
Ji Zhiyao rubbed his temples, but he couldn't remember any details about how he returned to the base from the barbecue shop last night and why the captain appeared on his bed.
Although the two boys don't need to avoid suspicion, it's really scary.
Ji Zhiyao pondered for a while, but couldn't resist the drowsiness that rushed over again.
He got out of bed with difficulty and drew the curtains, then saw that there was about one and a half people left on the bed except for the space occupied by Mo Huaifeng, and resolutely lay down again.
If you have doubts or something, wait until you wake up.
…
Less than an hour later, Mo Huaifeng opened his eyes.
Because his sleeping position was not so comfortable, his eyes were still a little tired. But when he moved his eyes and saw the people around him, the tired look disappeared like melting ice and snow.
Sensing the dim sunlight on his body, Mo Huaifeng raised his head as if feeling something, and saw the drawn curtains.
He remembered coming back yesterday without moving the curtains.
So…
The person next to him who changed his sleeping position at some point was still soundly asleep, Mo Huaifeng pulled the corner of his lower lip slightly, and closed his eyes again listening to the sound of even breathing in his ears.