Do not provoke

When he turned to go out, Fang Lin paused slightly and turned his face, but finally he didn't open the door and went out.

Tang Xingbei also went downstairs and sat on the sofa for a while.

It took me a long time to remember to turn on the TV, and the little rooster ordered a movie wherever he clicked.

It just so happens that it's a fucking comedy.

But Tang Xingbei didn't show any sign of happiness now, even if He Miao made up as Song Xiaobao and danced a little swan in front of his face, he still couldn't laugh, so he turned off the TV with a cold face.

He wandered around downstairs aimlessly, opened and closed the refrigerator four times, finally took a breath, took out his phone and sent a message to He Miao:

[No Salt]: Say hello to Auntie, I will go to your house for lunch

After sending, he didn't wait for He Miao to reply, put his phone back in his pocket, changed his shoes, locked the door and went out.

"Hey, hey, shit! Brother Bei, save me, save me!"

"The fucking poodle is on the top lane! The bottom lane speed is pressed!"

Yu Zhao suddenly roared: "Brother Bei shoots him!"

Tang Xingbei was manipulating Jhin to walk A with one hand with a cold face, when he heard that his hand slipped, barely avoiding the control of a skill, and sighed: "Pay attention to your words."

Yu Zhaozheng yelled and output the mid laner on the opposite side, and the keyboard rattled: "Shu Cao Cao grew up on pig feed, right? I can't even get up on the ground with such a fat slap!"

He turned his head to look at the record, and praised: "You are awesome, Brother Bei!"

Not mentioning He Miao's rainbow fart, Hong Yang and Li Yong beside him were also sighing, staring at them: "The king is different."

The tail of Tang Xingbei's heart was almost up to the sky, but the surface was still cold, and he continued to play the game expressionlessly.

After playing the game all night, several people had long forgotten how nervous they wanted to hide when they saw him on weekdays, so they almost hugged Tang Xingbei's leg and called Dad to take me to the top.

"Fuck!" Yu Zhao smashed the water bottle excitedly, "It's a great fight today! Finally, I didn't get hammered on the ground by others!"

He Miao was beside him hahaha: "It's not because you are too good at the middle lane!"

Although the steaming dryness during the day was gone, the heat wave in summer nights was still there. When a few people came out of the Internet cafe, they bought a few bottles of iced drinks and carried them with them.

Hong Yang smiled and said, "Brother Bei is really awesome, and he is also good at playing games."

Yu Zhao turned his head to look at Tang Xingbei with bright eyes, how pleasing to the eye and kind to him, he almost patted him on the shoulder, held back, and gave him a thumbs up: "Brother Bei from now on, you are I love beans!"

Tang Xingbei always felt a little weird about the sudden addition of a few fanboys calling him brother, so he coughed and maintained his usual indifference: "...It's nothing, it's just a point."

But at this moment, his indifference has become reliable in the eyes of Yu Zhao and the others, and he immediately yelled: "Brother Bei, please call us next time you want to play games!"

"Understood." Tang Xingbei raised his head and took a sip of lemon sparkling water.

A group of people walked towards the bus station, chatting cheerfully about their plans for the summer vacation.

"By the way," Yu Zhao suddenly turned his head to look at Tang Xingbei and touched his nose while talking, "Well, can I ask a question?"

"Ok?"

Yu Zhao scratched his head: "Just, you and Fang Lin, why don't you two like to participate in class activities?"

After hearing what he said, He Miao immediately covered her face and winked at him desperately: My monitor, dear father, why are you having occupational diseases all over the place!

Yu Zhao was taken aback for a moment, staring and making eye contact with him: Is this something you can't ask? !

He Miao winked at him from between her fingers: You forgot how he rejected you before!

It was only then that Yu Zhao recalled Tang Xingbei's stern refusal on the evening self-study day... very worried.

It was hard to get acquainted with the boss, and now I have to go back to the prototype again.

Hong Yang and Li Yong beside him also tacitly turned their heads to look to the other side, silently pricking up their ears.

Yu Zhao originally thought that he would be ridiculed coldly, but unexpectedly, Tang Xingbei was silent for a while, and then explained: "No, I just find it boring."

"That's right, that's right, I'm asking nonsense, I'm sorry..." Yu Zhao only realized what he said after he babbled, his mouth stuck, he let out a bewildered sound, and raised his head.

Tang Xingbei's expression was a little withdrawn. He looked at it, and suddenly developed a mentality of an old hen, scratching his head: "Then what, you don't participate much, it's actually quite interesting... If you don't believe me, look at He Miao!"

He pulled He Miao over like a chicken, rubbed his hair, and said sincerely, "How alive!"

He Miao had no doubt that she saw dislike in Tang Xingbei's eyes, but she dared not stand up when she was angry, so she opened her mouth and bit Yu Zhao's arm, and started punching and kicking: "You are so fucking sick!"

In the midst of the chaos, Hong Yang tentatively said: "Mountain climbing is quite fun..."

Yu Zhao pushed He Miao away desperately and interjected: "It's fun to be a thief! You can even live in a tent! Let's have a barbecue together!"

Tang Xingbei didn't make a sound. Hearing their fight, he continued to walk forward with his drink bottle in hand. He didn't raise his head. He frowned and stared at the ground for a while, then suddenly said, "Then..."

He Miao and Yu Zhao stopped their movements together, and quickly turned their heads to look over.

"If..." Tang Xingbei gritted his teeth, "If Fang Lin goes, I will go."

He Miao & Li Yong & Hong Yang: "..."

It's not like you didn't say anything.

Yu Zhao's eyes lit up, and he patted his chest confidently: "Okay! I'll persuade him!"

The three people next to him turned their heads in unison: "???"

Advise whom?Advise Fang Lin?Are you serious?

Tang Xingbei's house was not too far away, and he didn't want to take a car, so he parted ways with them in front of the bus stop, turned around and walked into the street.

The weather forecast said that it would rain heavily in the next few days, and there was some humidity in the air, blowing hotly with the wind.

Tang Xingbei swayed into the alley with a drink bottle in one hand, and recalled the last rainy night, and the few minutes chatting with Fang Lin on the bus.

He paused, hesitantly took out his phone and looked at it.

On WeChat, Fang Lin's avatar is a simple black cat with a line drawing, and his ID is also a simple one. As for Moments, it is even more empty.

Tang Xingbei walked into an alley casually with a drink bottle in his hand, leaning his back against the blue-red brick wall beside the alley and stopped, looking down at his phone, typing slowly.

[No salt]: what are you doing

delete.

[No Salt]: Where did you go today?

...delete.

[No Salt]: When will you come back tomorrow?

...continue to delete.

No matter how he worded it, there seemed to be a subtle sense of weirdness. Tang Xingbei clicked his tongue, frowned, took out a cigarette from his schoolbag, lit it, and bit it. He raised his head and stared at the swaying tree shadow above his head.

A thin menthol cigarette could not smooth out his messy thoughts, he exhaled, lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to wave away the curling smoke in front of him, pressed the tip of his tongue against the cigarette butt to his lips, turned around and continued walking into the alley .