Shen Qiao looked at Lu Zhe blankly, and just as he was about to answer, there was a faint sentence next to him:
"You want to take advantage of your teammates when you win a practice match. Do you still want to go to heaven in the official game in the future?"
The two looked back and saw that Coach Fang, who had been forgotten for a long time, was looking at Lu Zhe condescendingly with his arms around his chest, with a look of indifference on his face.
The smile on Lu Zhe's lips froze, and then he asked helplessly, "Coach, isn't it bad to eavesdrop on the privacy of the players?"
Coach Fang had a professional smirk on his face: "...I'm really sorry to be standing here, but instead of being curious about your mate choice, I'd like to talk to you about the bloody operation just now."
Lu Zhe: "..."
He exhaled a long breath and fell into the back of his chair as if giving up. His handsome face was full of calm: "Let's talk, my heart is dead anyway."
Shen Qiao looked back at his computer screen and heard Lu Zhe being held by the coach to replay the practice game just now.
…
After being held by Professor Fang and replaying one by one, everyone in DG looked like they were seriously injured.
Only by thinking that WTG may be worse than them now can a few people feel a little comforted.
Qian Bao slumped weakly in the chair, took out his mobile phone and wanted to order takeout, and remembered Zhou Da's long-winded appearance. The voice asked:
"Captain, do you feel a little hungry?"
As soon as Lu Zhe heard it, he knew what she was planning.
It’s not okay to order takeout, but it’s okay to go out for a late night snack.
He wasn't in a hurry to answer, just curled his fingers and tapped twice on Shen Qiao's table next to him: "Dong Dong."
Shen Qiao pulled off his headphones and was playing minesweeper to relax. His attention was still on his computer screen, but his ears moved slightly, signaling him to speak if he had something to say.
Those white ears moved and moved, and there was an inexplicable sense of cuteness.
Lu Zhe remembered that just after the game in the afternoon, Shen Qiao rubbed her ears red, like the bright red wild berries growing on the cliffs in the mountains, as if she could squeeze out fresh berries with a little force. Colored juices come.
Shen Qiao was about to light a flag to mark landmines, when she suddenly felt a slight itch on her earlobe.
His index finger on the mouse had already been pressed down. He was disturbed by this action, and almost forgot which grid he wanted to press, so he simply moved the mouse away, and the slightly raised corners of his eyes turned towards the side with a hint of impatience. stare hard-
"what?"
There was a threat in Shen Qiao's protracted tone, as if Lu Zhe couldn't say something serious, he wouldn't easily detour it.
There was a relaxed smile in Lu Zhe's voice, giving people the illusion of tolerance and pampering: "Are you hungry? Take you out for supper."
But Shen Qiao was not easily bypassed by him, "Why are you touching my ears when you eat supper?"
Lu Zhe gave a soft "Ah", his black eyes blinked, inexplicably acting innocent, and replied after half a beat:
"It was the first to move and ignite, didn't I hold back?"
Shen Qiao: "...???"
Opposite Lao Wo and Er Hua, when they heard Qian Bao's proposal for a late-night snack, they were ready to shut down the machine, and now they were caught off guard and heard Lu Zhe's dangerous remarks, and they all let out a "Ah."
Lao Snail: "Foul language."
Erhua: "The flow is flowing."
Qian Bao pondered for a second, and then made a horizontal comment: "Old bastard."
Shen Qiao inexplicably felt that his big girl was being molested by bullies in the street. Before he could settle accounts with Lu Zhe, the man smiled when he saw it again, softened his voice, and said weakly:
"Let's go, please have supper."
Shen Qiao raised his hand to turn off the screen. I don't know if it was an illusion. When he took off his earphones, he always felt that the ear that Lu Zhe touched just now was a little itchy. Pinch your ears.
When Lu Zhe looked back and saw his actions, he just thought it was a little funny. He deliberately stopped and waited, not forgetting to remind:
"Knead again and it will turn red again."
Shen Qiao glanced at him angrily, thinking that it wasn't all thanks to you.
Lu Zhe understood his eyes, and the smile on his lips deepened, making his face look much brighter.
He whispered: "How did I know your ears are so sensitive?"
Shen Qiao stared at him with a half-smile, snorted from her nose, took a few steps closer, and stood in front of Lu Zhe, her raised eyebrows were like the feathers of a goshawk about to fly, and there was paint in her eyes. Brighter than the stars in the sky.
Lu Zhe unconsciously slowed his breathing.
Shen Qiao suddenly leaned forward, like a big cat that had quietly invaded the territory. Obviously there was no movement, but the faint mint smell had already surrounded him recklessly, an unparalleled declaration that he belonged to the existence of a powerful meat eater. sense.
Perhaps because of his low voice, Lu Zhe heard the faint hoarseness in his voice when he spoke, and inadvertently dripped into the auricle:
"Oh? You don't know?"
Shen Qiao's tone was slightly raised, it was obviously a question, but he could also ask his unique sarcasm.
Lu Zhe looked at him, and after a while he also laughed, his black eyes were full of smiles, which clearly reflected the appearance of the person in front of him, like a beautiful gem.
He also asked Shen Qiao, "Should I know?"
Lu Zhe's smile didn't change, and he looked like he was thinking. After pondering for two seconds, his expression suddenly became clear, and he asked again in a humble and studious tone:
"Maybe I have a bad memory, why don't we practice it once?"
"I won't forget this time."
He swore to promise.
Shen Qiao pulled the corners of her lips and said a word to him: "Go away."
Coincidentally, Lao Woo's urging voice came from downstairs: "Dad Lu and Er Daddy, are you okay? Could it be that we are secretly doing shameful things in the training room while we are not paying attention?"
Shen Qiaodan stepped out of the training room in three or two steps, and his steps were heavier than usual, causing echoes in the stairwell.
Lu Zhe slowed down two steps, followed his pace with a smile, and responded to the old snail slowly: "What are you thinking?"
"Is this time enough for your father?"
Lao Wo admired his ability to show off no matter what topic he was talking about: "Daddy's fart is justified, it's because the child is frivolous."
Erhua rubbed his arms in disgust, and Qian Bao walked out of the base first, as if he could get rid of the relationship with these idiots.
…
There is a small food street opposite the base, specializing in late-night snacks. The social animals in Huacheng are used to having a skewer and drinking a little wine to relax after get off work, so even the whole city is lively and lively late at night, and the bustling streets are full of people. .
Lu Zhe and the others finally picked a hot pot restaurant featuring hairy belly.
The hot pot restaurant in the middle of the night closed half of the tables. Fortunately, the waiter was still very enthusiastic. He led them to a place with a good view in front. Lu Zhe said to Shen Qiao at the back:
"Have you come here before? The hairy belly here is very good. The hotpot restaurant I have eaten in Huacheng is the most tender."
Shen Qiao really hasn't been to the DG base much. If Lu Zhe didn't take the initiative to contact him recently, he wouldn't stroll around DG when he had nothing to do on weekdays. When he was really free, he would go to the city swimming pool to pass the time.
He quietly listened to Lu Zhe talking about the special products of this store. When Lao Wo walked to the place, they had already got the menu. Holding the pencil, he hardly looked at it, ticking the first page in a row.
Lu Zhe suddenly remembered something and asked first, "Butter Hot Pot?"
Qian Bao nodded: "Yes, the old rules are perverted."
Lu Zhe glanced at Shen Qiao: "Then let's add a tomato."
Qian Bao was curious: "? Wolf cubs don't eat spicy food?"
Shen Qiao hesitated for a moment, "Eat."
Lu Zhe didn't change his mind: "I don't eat it, I got angry recently."
Lao Woo: "No problem. Recently, my father Lu was a little restless when he spoke."
Erhua looked at her sincerely, "Are you sure that's not a show?"
After being watched by Lu Zhe with a smile, Erhua restrained herself and went to see Lao Wogou's menu.
"Three plates of high-quality fat beef! Two plates are not enough, listen to me!"
Qian Bao was speechless: "Are you two reincarnated as a starving ghost? We have five A's here, not fifty, you are almost finished with the menu—"
With a smile, Lao Wo finished ordering the flavors of himself, Er Hua and Qian Bao, and then handed the menu to Shen Qiao next to him: "It doesn't matter, anyway, it's not me who paid for it, it's the most delicious."
When it was Lu Zhe's turn to give the money, he smiled harmlessly and said to the old snail, "Come on, but be hard. If you can't finish it, I'll pack it back for you for your breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next week."
Old Snail: "..."
After Lu Zhe finished speaking, seeing Shen Qiao hesitating whether to write, his voice was softer: "It's okay, you order, I'll still be considered an old snail if I can't finish eating."
Lao Snail: "Are you a stepfather?"
Erhua: "Could this be the legendary large-scale double standard scene?"
Shen Qiao held her calm expression, hooked a creamy bun securely, and passed the menu to Lu Zhe, who glanced at Lu Zhe before handing it to the waiter, with a little smile in his eyes.
Shen Qiao didn't want to be teased by him, so he got up and went to the seasoning table: "I'll make the dipping sauce."
Lu Zhe also followed. When Shen Qiao poured vinegar into the bowl, he asked him behind him with a smirk, "How old is little Qiao Qiao?"
Shen Qiao: "Shut up."
Lu Zhexiao's shoulders trembled. Seeing that he was about to turn into anger, he looked at his bowl and reminded, "If you pour it again, it will be full of vinegar."
Shen Qiao's wrist was dangling.
Lu Zhe suddenly poked his shoulder.
Shen Qiao didn't look back and didn't want to pay attention to him.
Lu Zhe persevered, poked again, and asked with a smile, "Brother, will you please eat a lollipop?"
As soon as Shen Qiao heard it, she knew that this guy was doing something again, and looked back impatiently to make Lu Zhe calm down, but as soon as he turned his head, a hard object hit his lips.
Shen Qiao pursed her lips and tasted a touch of sweetness. Looking at it again, Lu Zhe raised a lychee-flavored lollipop at some point in his hand.
He put down the spoon for scooping the seasoning, squeezed the candy stick, put the hard candy in his mouth, raised his eyebrows and indicated Lu Zhe where the candy came from.
Lu Zhe just asked him with a smile on his face:
"First tell me, is my brother's lollipop sweet?"
The author has something to say:
Would you please eat Brother Lu Zhe's lollipop
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