Ji Zhiyao looked up unexpectedly, saw the girl's eyes blinking, and immediately screamed inwardly.
Not that he is narcissistic. During the military training back then, Xing Chuxue asked him to WeChat in public; now there is Ning Lichao on the table besides him, but she hasn't even said a word to Ning Lichao since the beginning...
What's happening here
Planning to save the country with a curve
Thoughts were surging in his heart, Ji Zhiyao's expression remained unchanged, he even squinted his eyes and smiled, and said calmly: "If you want to call us out to play in the future, ask Bingzi to tell us, and just take us with you when you come out."
"Ah..." Xing Chuxue bit her lip, "But I..."
Ji Zhiyao didn't listen to her, and turned to look at the door, "You two are so slow, what are you doing in the toilet?"
Yang Bing and Wen Heng came in one after the other, successfully interrupting what Xing Chuxue wanted to say. Yang Bing said: "I went to pay the bill by the way, so I was a little slow."
Ji Zhiyao nodded and said, "Bingzi, I'm leaving now after the meal is over. The team has to train, and I'm on leave today, as you know."
Yang Bing had no objection, and waved his hand: "Okay, let's be together next time."
Ji Zhiyao secretly complained that next time Xing Chuxue beat him to death, he would not come again. By the way, after greeting Wen Heng and Ning Lichao, he put his bag on his back and walked out.
After going out and turning a few corners, Ji Zhiyao randomly entered a barbecue restaurant, ordered 100 skewers of meat, 20 skewers of potatoes, 20 skewers of chicken wings, and 20 skewers of crispy bones.
In fact, the main thing is to think about how to explain to Yang Bing what is wrong.
If this matter is well said, it is to let Yang Bing grow his mind and not be deceived; if it is not well said, it is possible that even the brothers will not have to do it.
So Ji Zhiyao was very entangled in how to remind Yang Bing.
He didn't think about it until all the one hundred and sixty barbecue skewers were packed.
Ji Zhiyao reached for a car and went straight to the Mix base. He held a large pile of grilled skewers in both hands, with a serious expression, as if he was holding a landmine, and the driver couldn't help peeking at him frequently.
Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped and drove away quickly.
Ji Zhiyao entered the password, and the door of the villa opened. After changing the shoes, five or six people rushed out from inside smelling the noise. Danuo was in charge of taking away the pile of barbecued meat on the table, and smiled like a flower: "Oh, thank God Yao, thank God Yao."
"I was in a hurry to give the title after a few games. Are you responsible for the baseless expansion?" Yuan Wei stretched out his hand and slapped Danuo on the back of the head, and then started to grab things, "Slow down, give me potato chips! I'll have dinner I miss this bite even if I’m not full!!”
Mo Huaifeng is tall, reached out from above, and easily snatched the chicken wings in the bag, while condescendingly gnawing on the chicken wings and coldly scoffing at the remaining Mix team who were still frantically grabbing food, while answering K's sentence, "Captain, leave the chicken wings for I":
"Aren't there four strings in the bag?"
The whole scene paused, and then a total of seven people, including the coach and the data analyst, fought over the ownership of the remaining four skewers of chicken wings.
—Give them nine lives, and they dare not take anything from Mo Huaifeng.
Ji Zhiyao looked numbly at the screaming Danuo who was almost squeezed into meatloaf, and told himself for the 101st time in his heart that this is the Mix base, not some senior kindergarten or psychiatric branch.
Mo Huaifeng took out a plate to put chicken wings, then took a bunch of chicken wings in his mouth, walked up to Ji Zhiyao, and glanced at him: "Not in a good mood?"
Ji Zhiyao let out a "hmm", picked up a skewer from the plate in a daze, and told Mo Huaifeng what happened tonight, and asked distressedly: "Captain, what should I say?"
"You can say what you want. Whether he listens or not is his business, and you will do your best."
Ji Zhiyao took a reassurance, bit the chicken wing as if to vent his anger, and said vaguely: "I shouldn't ask for leave tonight, it's nothing."
He shook his head irritably, but accidentally caught Mo Huaifeng's expressionless face.
"… team leader."
Mo Huaifeng pointed to the training room, then took a slow look at the chicken wings in Ji Zhiyao's hand, and sneered, "I lost more than three hours of training, and I'm still ashamed to eat? Do you need to open a few more cans of beer?" party?"
Ji Zhiyao: "This is not good."
Mo Huaifeng: "Do you really think I don't beat people?"
Ji Zhiyao took a mouthful of meat angrily, then reluctantly put the half-eaten chicken wings back on the plate, and walked into the training room in three steps.
Mo Huaifeng stood where he was, and let out a soft hum from his nose. He looked down at the horrible chicken wing, which was still stained with transparent saliva in some places.
In the next second, a male gaming god with a slight obsession with cleanliness frowned, picked up the disabled chicken wing and put it aside, without throwing it away, without accusing, or mocking—
Instead, he ate the skewers in his hand as if nothing had happened.
…
After entering the training room, Ji Zhiyao sat back in his seat, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Wen Heng first.
[Guapi: Have you returned to the dormitory yet?]
[WH: I just got back, what's the matter?]
[Guapi: Is Bingzi there?]
[WH: He came back with us, shall I call him for you?]
[Guapi: No, it's a little personal. I'll go straight to him.]
After exiting the chat box with Wen Heng, Ji Zhiyao couldn't help frowning slightly. He found Yang Bing's WeChat, paused for a while, and typed quickly: [Bingzi, I have something to tell you, nothing else. Before leaving, your girlfriend asked me for WeChat, but I didn't give it.]
[Yang Bing: Ah, it's okay, if you don't want to be brothers to us, I'm not angry!]
[melon rind: ... ]
[Guapi: Is that what you think?]
[Yang Bing: That's right, what should I think?]
Ji Zhiyao really didn't know what to say. He sighed and typed: [To be honest, don't be angry. I think Xing Chuxue is not suitable for you.]
[Yang Bing: What do you mean?]
[Yang Bing: Old Ji, if you say such things again, don't blame me for not treating you as a brother.]
Seeing this line of words, Ji Zhiyao threw the phone away aggrieved.
I really can't go on.
If you say a few more words, Yang Bing will probably mistakenly think that he has some thoughts about Xing Chuxue.
It's nothing.
Ji Zhiyao was silent for a while, then put on the earphones. Opened a live broadcast room, solo training.
He has no expression, and he hits very fiercely, making the live broadcast room full of this style of painting—
[QAQ is scary.]
[My mother, is this Yao's true face? Am I a fan of a split personality?]
[Am I not full of melons?]
[You must have been criticized by God Fi, the little eyes are aggrieved.]
[Hold me tight, the baby is scared.]
After another round, Ji Zhiyao moved his neck and wrist, and heard a low voice coming from diagonally above, succinctly, "The last wave, too impulsive."