Ji Zhiyao took the mineral water bottle to the center of the sofa in the living room and sat down, leaning back into the soft sofa back, suddenly feeling soft and unreal.
But when he recalled the conversation with Mo Huaifeng that didn't feel strange just now, he couldn't help curling his lips.
The rumors are not credible, at least in part.
For example, those rumors that God Fi is aloof and difficult to get along with, and has a bad temper. Now it seems like nonsense.
Out of the principle of politeness, Ji Zhiyao didn't get up and walk around the first floor of the base, but sat on the sofa and played with his mobile phone for a while.
Ten minutes later, Mo Huaifeng went downstairs.
His hair was still wet and dripping as he walked. Wearing short sleeves and big underpants, he is no different from ordinary Internet addicted teenagers.
"Why don't you just take a look?"
Ji Zhiyao put down the phone, "The owner is not here, it's too rude for guests to wander around casually. —By the way, God Fi, what about the others? You are the only one in the base?"
Mo Huaifeng looked calm, "Yesterday, everyone ranked all night and couldn't get up in the afternoon without sleeping." After speaking, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "What do you want to eat? The deluxe set meal, please eat your fill."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Mo Huaifeng opened the takeaway software and looked through it from top to bottom, and found that the fastest one was expected to be delivered in 40 minutes. So he raised his head, and even the dark circles under his eyes were filled with seriousness: "Will you starve to death if you don't eat for forty minutes?"
The corner of Ji Zhiyao's lips twitched, "Can you omit the part of ordering takeaway?"
"Yes, there are instant noodles in the kitchen, and I can add eggs and sausages for you."
Ji Zhiyao feels that this person seems to have some obsession with treating him to a luxurious set meal...
Ji Zhiyao: "... I'm really not hungry. I ate two pancakes in the morning."
Mo Huaifeng: "But I'm hungry."
Mo Huaifeng ordered takeaway on his own, then put his phone aside, his chocolate-colored pupils stared at Ji Zhiyao, their eyes staring at Ji Zhiyao.
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Mo Huaifeng: "..."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Mo Huaifeng: "..."
Those who like waves can't make waves, those who can talk coquettishly shut their mouths tighter than clam shells, and the whole room is filled with embarrassment.
Ji Zhiyao's eyes were sour, and he blinked quickly after looking away, and asked, "God Fi, you let me play... What are you playing?"
"I originally asked you to play games. It's more interesting for everyone to sit in a row. But they don't get up until now, and they can only play in double rows."
Mo Huaifeng's tone sounded rather regretful.
Ji Zhiyao: "... oh."
So let him take the 20-minute car ride just to eat takeaway and play games? Although the five rows facing the Mix team sounds very attractive, but it's not like he hasn't rowed across the screen. How can it be different if it feels different!
Mo Huaifeng pondered for a moment: "It's really not possible, how about playing checkers?"
Ji Zhiyao suddenly raised his head, a pair of black eyes full of horror... But when he saw that Mo Huaifeng's pupils were full of eagerness to try, his horror immediately turned into numbness: "Okay."
…
Thirty minutes later, Yuan Wei came in with two bags of takeaway from the outside, "I saw who ordered the takeaway? I haven't eaten yet. Anyone who sees it will have a share, can I share half of it?"
He turned a corner into the hall, held up two bags of takeaway, his arms froze in the air, and silently looked at the two young men lying on the smooth floor—
In front of them was a large map of flying chess, and beside them were plastic checkers boxes and packing boxes of flying chess.
At this moment, they were looking up at him neatly, even from very similar angles.
… especially like the mentally handicapped children that are often reported in the news.
Yuan Wei suddenly felt a little lack of oxygen.