a month later.
Ten thirty in the evening.
Ji Qingge sat on the table shaking her calf, chewing potato chips, and took the time to point out Jiang Shan: "Have you left anything behind? Graduation certificate, admission letter, admission letter, one or two inch photo, ID card... have you brought them all?"
Not far away, Ji Zhiyao, who was squatting in front of the suitcase, suddenly stood up straight: "I forgot my graduation certificate."
"What do you remember? Just bring your computer bag and camera."
Ji Zhiyao walked to the desk as if he had never heard of it, flipped through the neat row of books, but couldn't find what he was looking for. There was still the last row left, so he took a few glances at Ji Qingge who was standing in front of the book, and mercilessly dragged her off the table.
"It's too much." Ji Qingge rolled his eyes.
Ji Zhiyao picked up the graduation certificate he found out, and shook it in front of her, implying: "Ji Qingge, I hope I can see you lose weight when I come back."
Ji Qingge raised his leg and kicked him, it seemed that he didn't want to talk to him anymore. But when Ji Zhiyao zipped up the suitcase, she couldn't help but ask, "Brother, can you bring skin care products? No matter how bad you are, you must wear sunscreen. If you are tanned like black charcoal after military training, who will care?" Would like to watch your live broadcast, don't you have any points in your heart?"
It seems to make sense.
"I always thought that I was popular because of technology. You make me very sad." Ji Zhiyao reached out to Ji Qingge, and Ji Qingge rolled his eyes with disdain, and then reluctantly hid it behind his back. He took out two cans of sunscreen and put them in his hands, and said by the way: "The most important thing for a person is to have self-knowledge."
Ji Zhiyao raised his hand and gave her a headache.
Seeing him pack up his things, Ji Qingge was holding the bag of potato chips and getting ready to go out, "I'm going to class tomorrow, so I won't go to see you off. ——Anyway, there's nothing to give off at the door of our house."
"Take your class well, don't worry about me." Ji Zhiyao paused, and said expressionlessly: "Study hard, let me know your puppy love, and blow your head off."
"... Worry about yourself first." Ji Qingge left such a sentence and slipped away quickly.
After closing the door, Ji Zhiyao pushed the small suitcase behind the door, and briefly tidied up the messy wardrobe and table before lying on his back on the bed and picking up his phone.
[DB.MHF: Wait until you have time.]
[DB.MHF: Your school is very close to the Mix base, a 20-minute drive away, so you can come here on weekdays.]
Ji Zhiyao looked up and glanced at the message he sent to Mo Huaifeng saying that he could not make an appointment for the game in the past two days, and then replied: [Can the training base be open to outsiders?]
[DB.MHF: It is expressly forbidden to open to the outside world, but you are special.]
[Melon skin:?]
[Guapi: Is it because I look better than the fans at the gank base?]
[DB.MHF: Are you sleepwalking?]
[melon rind: ... ]
Ji Zhiyao thought of the photos of Mo Huaifeng that he had seen, even if the fans snapped them so handsome that they were blurry, he couldn't brazenly boast that he was handsome, so he just asked: [Then?]
[DB. MHF: cooked.]
[Guapi: Do you still remember that when you knelt in the rankings a few days ago, you said that you would not see me in the rivers and lakes?]
[DB.MHF: Then don't come.]
[melon rind: ... ]
Ji Zhiyao stared at the screen for a few seconds, then silently withdrew a message.
[Guapi: Tomorrow's report, there was almost a week before the military training, when should I go?]
[DB. MHF: Yes. Say hello before you come, I'll order a deluxe takeaway in advance.]
[melon rind: ... ]
Ji Zhiyao threw the phone aside, with a cold face.