The boss insisted that I ran with the ball

Xie Qiansu quietly found an assistant, and asked mysteriously, "Is there a dance teacher?"

"Of course, Mr. Xie." The assistant showed a professional smile: "Is it classical dance or modern dance? Or street dance?"

"None." Xie Qiansu shook his head inscrutablely, and spit out a few words: "Pole dancing."

"Ah?" The assistant couldn't believe her ears, and repeated: "Pole dancing?"

She asked carefully: "Do you want to learn, or...?"

Xie Qiansu said, "I have a friend."

"Oh." The assistant smiled and said, "I will prepare it for you."

Xie Qiansu followed up and reminded: "Remember, it needs to be done quickly."

***

In the middle of the night, the hour hand of the clock had just crossed twelve o'clock.Not long after Cheng Zhi fell asleep, he was awakened by a phone ringing throughout the bedroom.

He opened his eyes in the darkness, barely made out the caller display through his blurred vision, and found that it was Xie Qiansu again.

He wanted to press the matter off.Xie Qiansu really tasted the sweetness, since the last time he was woken up early in the morning, now he has started making harassing calls in the middle of the night.

But then I remembered that when I was still in Jinjiang, I had also knocked on the door of Xie Qiansu's house in the early morning in order to send the little yoghurt to the hospital.

Could it be that Xie Qiansu has something important to do?

Cheng Zhi finally regained consciousness and pressed the answer button.

Xie Qiansu's deep voice came from the receiver: "Cheng Zhi, come down."

Cheng Zhi worried: "What's wrong?"

"Don't ask. Go downstairs." Xie Qiansuo only said a few simple words.

Cheng Zhi had no choice, he was always worried, and finally found a down jacket that was wrapped from head to toe and draped it on, wrapped himself into a rice dumpling, and walked out.

The door of Xie Qiansu's house was wide open.

But it was dark from the outside.

Cheng Zhi had a bad premonition, and tentatively called "Xie Qiansu" outside the door, but no one answered.

The chill permeated Zhi Zhi's body bit by bit through the humid air, and he thought of many strange midnight stories for no reason.

Was it really Xie Qiansu who called him just now?Instead of something weird?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the less he dared to enter the door.But thinking about the meager revolutionary friendship with Xie Qiansu, if something happens to him, I can't just ignore it.

"Xie Qiansu?" He called out even louder, but once again only received an empty echo.

Cheng Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he was going to fight it out, and stepped into Xie Qiansu's house.

He pressed the light switch, but the light he imagined did not come.

What was even more frightening was that as soon as he took a step in, the door would automatically creak and close tightly without wind.

Standard ghost plot.

Cheng Zhi's hairs stood on end.If it was a supernatural power, Cheng Zhi could no longer predict his own outcome.

And if this was murder and robbery, his rich experience in drawing detective comics allowed him to think of a hundred ways to die in an instant.

While choosing which method of death would be the least painful, Cheng Zhi walked toward the depths of Xie Qiansu's house very loyally.

When he walked to the door of a room, he suddenly stretched out a hand and pulled him, causing him to lose his balance immediately, and he could only be captured into the room by the force of that person.

Appeared!

Cheng Zhi alerted himself in his heart, and immediately punched the person in the room.

But the man came fully prepared, caught his punch with one hand, grabbed his hand and raised it up, pressing him against the wall.

Cheng Zhi called out, "Thank you Qiansu?"

If the person in front of him is Xie Qiansuo, why didn't he answer?

If not, then Xie Qiansu might have been killed.

Cheng Zhi was at a loss, as if his heart was falling infinitely in mid-air, and he didn't know how to describe this feeling.

But the man suppressed him in his arms, leaned close, and sealed Cheng Zhi's slightly opened mouth with his lips.

Cheng Zhi struggled fiercely until a faint orange fragrance wafted over.

He fell silent all of a sudden.

It wasn't until the kiss was over that Cheng Zhi remembered to break free from the restrained hands, and the other party let him escape smoothly without any effort.

"Xie Qiansu, what are you pretending to do!" Cheng Zhi said angrily, but his voice sounded a little weak, and if he looked carefully, he could hear a hint of luck.

"I thought you were dead, do you know!" He continued to curse.

Xie Qiansu never answered, but walked a little further away.

Cheng Zhi: "What are you doing? Hurry up and turn on the light."

Before the words fell, a beam of light was lit in the center of the room, and wherever the light reached, stood Xie Qiansu—and next to him was a steel pipe connecting the roof and the ground!

Cheng Zhi stiffened.

Xie Qiansuo was only wearing a thin white shirt with two buttons on the neckline, revealing a bit of his imaginative collarbone.

Cheng Zhi stammered, "You, you, what are you doing!"

Xie Qiansu finally spoke: "As you wish."

Cheng Zhi: What do I want?

Why didn't he remember that he wanted to experience ghost movies and rule of law scenes in the middle of the night, as well as watch a coquettish man who just kissed him?

Xie Qiansu actually threw a wink at him.

Cheng Zhi: "It's not suitable for you to show this kind of expression?"

Xie Qiansu smiled slightly, and there was a burst of music coming from nowhere, and Xie Qiansu twisted crazily against the steel pipe, like a flexible white snake.

Cheng Zhi's heart is like still water.

He insisted on watching this not-so-good performance: "Xie Qiansu, is it a funny show?"

Xie Qiansu retorted: "What funny show? Didn't you see that it was a pole dance?"

"Ah—that's it." Cheng Zhi judged: "If it's a funny show, then you can get a pretty high score. But unfortunately, as a pole dancer, you may be kicked out of the bar by throwing Rotten Tomatoes of."

Xie Qiansu couldn't believe it: "Didn't you feel a little alpha pheromone?"

Cheng Zhi asked puzzled, "What is pheromone?"

Xie Qiansu immediately brought up the meaning he had just learned from the dance teacher: "The dance teacher said it was super-attractive,"

Cheng Zhi: "Now I know why rich people can be so happy."

Xie Qiansu: "Huh?"

Cheng Zhi: "Because they can use huge tuition fees to make teachers open their eyes and tell lies."

In fact, Cheng Zhi really underestimated Xie Qiansu. .

Because it is not money that blinds the pole dance teacher's eyes, but the student's shocking appearance.

As for why Cheng Zhi himself was not confused, it was probably because he became immune after watching it for a long time.

Xie Qiansu sat on the ground frustrated.He probably pressed some switch, and all the lights in the house turned on in an instant, brightly lit.Xie Qiansuo, who was in the middle of the room, was extremely lonely.

Cheng Zhi felt that he might have been hit too hard, so he couldn't help but sympathized: "That's right, I guess you haven't studied for long, so you should already be pretty good. Dancing, exercise, being happy is the most important thing."

He unknowingly confuses Xie Qiansuo's carefully prepared pole dance with the aunt's square dance.

Xie Qiansu raised his head: "You don't need to comfort me, I know I dance very badly."

Cheng Zhi shook his head: "No, no, it's okay. If you didn't frighten me half to death in the middle of the night and come out again, I might—"

Xie Qiansu: "Maybe you like it?"

Cheng Zhi took back the five words that he wanted to say just now, "acting to show liking".

He was silent, and Xie Qiansu assumed that he was acquiescing, and said cheerfully: "Is it possible to agree to the episode?"

"Fanwai, what Fanwai?" Cheng Zhi was confused.

He forgot about the refusal note after writing it.Xie Qiansu didn't come to look for him either, so he assumed that Xie Qiansu understood the meaning and didn't continue to pester him sensibly.

Xie Qiansu said, "It's your post-it note!"

Cheng Zhi recalled what he wrote, "I pity Jun Zhongxiao dance the most", and then he got on the line: "Fuck? So you didn't dance for this sentence to show me?"

Xie Qiansu nodded in confusion.

"Hahahahahaha," Cheng Zhi laughed wildly without image, "Hahahahahaha, no, Xie Qiansu, you are too funny."

Xie Qiansu was confused by his laughter: "Didn't it mean to dance? Ah, what is that?"

Cheng Zhi smiled and shook his head: "Tsk tsk tsk, you understand it yourself."

He couldn't stay here any longer, otherwise he suspected that he would die laughing here.

He never expected that Cheng Zhi's biggest threat tonight was not being scared to death, but this.

After Cheng Zhi left, Xie Qiansu took out the note and read it again, chewing it over and over again, but he could only decipher this meaning from the beginning to the end.

He felt very bored, so he picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number of his little emotional assistant Xie Qianhui.

Although it was already past twelve o'clock, Xie Qianhui was a standard late-night party and definitely hadn't slept yet.

Sure enough, before the ringtones were heard a few times, the call was connected.

Xie Qiansu complained, "Sister, may I ask you something?"

Xie Qianhui answered ignorantly: "You say."

There was also the clicking sound of the keyboard from her side, which seemed to be a fierce battle in the game.

Xie Qiansu said, "It's about your sister-in-law."

"Oh?" Xie Qianhui managed to regain some energy: "What's the matter?"

As soon as the words fell, she suddenly let out a scream: "Ah, residual blood, residual blood, quick help me!"

Xie Qiansu rationally felt that his sister didn't have much time left for him, so he hurriedly said: "Oh, it's your sister-in-law who left me a message that I pity Jun Zhongxiao dance the most. He said it didn't mean dancing, then What means?"

Xie Qianhui didn't hear clearly at all. She manipulated the game character to stand up, and an army green helmet flashed behind the tree in her vision, and she began to report points to her teammates.

Then she remembered that her brother was still waiting on the phone.

Xie Qianhui said: "This sounds like a poem, you can Baidu it, it is much more versatile than me."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone and plunged into the game wholeheartedly.

Xie Qiansu thought, this is what Cheng Zhi wrote to him, did Baidu get it?

But there was no other way now, so he typed in the search word by word.

【I pity you the most night dance】

To his surprise, this search yielded dozens of pages of results.

Article [-]

Congratulations to the bridegroom·Meet the same father and answer with rhyme

【Song】Xin Qiji

... I pity Jun Zhongxiao Wu the most, and I am so devoted to men.Look at the hands and mend the cracks in the sky.

Xie Qiansu's hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably.

He finally understood, Dao Nan'er's heart is like iron, heart is like iron, like iron, iron...

Cheng Zhi, what a hard-hearted man!

The author has something to say: the original meaning is unshakable, here let Cheng Zhi take it out of context, and describe himself as a person who has no feelings~

Congratulations to the bridegroom·Meet the same father and answer with rhyme

【Song】Xin Qiji

The boss Nakan said.Like now, the smell of Yuanlong is related to Meng Gong.My sick gentleman came to sing and drink, and the flying snow scattered the building.Laughing riches and honor is as close as a hair.Who will listen to the hard language?I remember that at that time, there was only Xichuangyue.Re-enter the wine and change the song.

There is no difference between people.Ask Qu Nong: After all, how many times have you separated and reunited?No one cares about the sweat, blood and salt carts, and thousands of miles are empty to harvest the bones.The road to the river is cut off.I pity Jun Zhongxiaowu the most, and said, "A man's heart is as hard as iron."Look at the test hand, mend the sky crack.