After the collapse of the character design, I was gay at the same table

Peng Feng's birthday happened to be Friday, so he came early to wait for Xiao Chi.

Xiao Chi went to the office to ask Lao Zheng for a slip of approval, and naturally skipped the evening self-study.

Han Yi slipped away early in the afternoon. Before leaving, Chen Mo asked him where he was going. Han Yi waved his hand with a huge gift box and said he was going to the party.

Chen Mo looked at the two empty rows of seats in front with envy.

Two big bosses, one skipped class, the other asked for leave, and the rest of them, the poor little ones who dared not do anything, continued to accept the baptism of knowledge.

The things were taken away by Han Yi long ago, Xiao Chi got into Peng Feng's car empty-handed.

He is used to putting a set of clothes outside of school in his schoolbag. He changed out of his school uniform in the taxi like last time, scratched his bangs backwards, and took off his glasses.

Peng Feng was playing with his mobile phone nearby, and Xiao Chi secretly sent a message to Han Yi after changing his equipment to ask about the progress.

- Are the cake balloons and photos all ready?

The other side responded with an ok gesture, and it seemed that everything was ready, just waiting for the protagonist to appear.

Xiao Chi glanced at the birthday star who was unaware, and found that this person also specially dressed up today.

He looked at the inner layer of Peng Feng's coat: "You're a bit flamboyant in what you're wearing today, the neckline almost reaches the navel."

Peng Feng pulled the zipper down and down on purpose, showing off, "This way I can show off my chest muscles that I have worked hard on recently."

Xiao Chi chattered with Peng Feng along the way, deliberately making the other party feel that today is just an ordinary birthday.

A few days ago, he deliberately didn't let Peng Feng order a cake for himself, saying that he was tired of eating it, and if he bought it, there would be leftovers, so he might as well not order it.

But he secretly ordered a three-tier cake without telling the other party.

In fact, Xiao Chi knows that Peng Feng doesn't like to eat, he just likes this sense of ritual.

Xiao Chi's method of suppressing first and then raising really gave Peng Feng a big surprise. As soon as the other party opened the door of the box, he was shocked by the two rows of people behind the door.

"Fuck?"

Behind the door were Peng Feng's other friends, Zhong Zixi and the staff of the bar. Someone took a hand-held fountain and slapped ribbons and small sequins on the birthday star.

"Happy birthday to Marshal Peng Feng!"

Peng Feng was wearing a colored ribbon and saw the big cake in the center of the room, as well as the balloons and banners hanging on the wall.

At the beginning, Xiao Chi said that there was no need to make a big fuss, and that he would arrange it properly after his [-]th birthday. Peng Feng thought about it and felt that it was indeed the case.

Anyway, it doesn't matter to him, as long as he comes to the foam bar to play all night together, of course he is very pleasantly surprised after seeing the layout of the box.

He punched Xiao Chi and said, "I fucking thought it was a simple and unpretentious coming-of-age ceremony, how dare you lie to me."

Xiao Chi curled his lips: "How is it possible, too plain doesn't match your flamboyant temperament."

Peng Feng took a few photos of the cake with his mobile phone: "Tsk tsk tsk, this is what I want!"

The most awesome moment has arrived.

More than a dozen people lined up to give Peng Feng birthday presents. It was the first time this person saw such a scene, and they were so excited that they shook hands and gave speeches one by one.

When it was Zhong Zixi's turn, the other party smiled and handed over a gift box: "Happy birthday."

Peng Feng opened it, and there was an Hermès wallet inside.

He scratched his head and said, "It's too expensive, how much tea do you have to sell to afford it?"

Xiao Chi raised his forehead, this guy still believes in the story about selling tea to support his family.

Zhong Zixi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "You are so cute."

Peng Feng was confused and followed with a smirk.

Xiao Chi also had to admit that stupid people have stupid blessings, seeing Zhong Zixi like Peng Feng might really be a joke.

Han Yi had long changed into women's clothes, and looked around with his arms folded. Peng Feng remembered the sign language he had learned by himself before, and walked over to gesture to the other party.

Han Yi: "???"

I can't understand anything.

Xiao Chi's head was full of black lines: "She is dumb, not deaf-mute, you can just speak directly."

Peng Feng persisted in finishing his gestures, and looked at Han Yi expectantly: "Sister Yiyi, how are you doing?"

Han Yi pondered for a moment, then gestured towards the other party, and finally nodded affirmatively at the other party.

Xiao Chi dared to use his head to guarantee that Han Yi would never be able to make the same gesture a second time.

Peng Feng looked at Zhong Zixi and asked for help from an interpreter: "What did Sister Yiyi say?"

Zhong Zixi was also dumbfounded, she didn't know what Han Yi was making a few gestures.

She bit the bullet and made up nonsense: "My sister said to wish you a happy birthday, and also, let you eat more walnuts in the future to nourish your brain."

Those present who knew the truth silently turned their faces behind them. The lies were one after another, and they couldn't stop as long as they came out.

"Stop talking nonsense and cut the cake."

Zhong Bailin couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he hurried to the cue process.

Han Yi's shoulders trembled, he buried his face behind Xiao Chi's back and suppressed a smile, and was elbowed calmly by the other party.

The three-tiered cake came in handy, one for eating and the other two for playing. Everyone teamed up to paint Peng Feng into a Santa Claus with cream.

Han Yi and the band went downstairs to get ready to play, and the rest of the box was his own.

Peng Feng picked up the wine bottle and knocked Xiao Chi's wine glass: "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome, brother." Xiao Chi hooked his lips and took a sip of his wine.

When the band on the first floor started playing, they didn't sing the songs on the list, but first came a happy birthday.

Peng Feng whistled downwards and gave a thumbs up.

Everyone else was standing on the stage, only Han Yi sat leisurely and played the guitar, plucking the strings with his fingers lightly, and the pleasant and melodious Happy Birthday song sounded immediately.

Xiao Chi also put down his wine glass and looked towards the station on the first floor, just as Han Yi, who was just below, looked up and licked the corner of his mouth at him.

The other party had painted eyeliner today, his long hair was slightly curled and let out, and his thin lips dyed wine red were slightly raised, Xiao Chi's heartbeat couldn't help but skip a beat.

The customers in the audience also boiled instantly, and whistles came and went one after another.

"Han Yiyi! Han Yiyi!"

"Han Yiyi, I love you."

Xiao Chi looked away, drinking to cover up his beating heart.

He looked at the white foam of the half-tipped beer in the wine glass, and the refreshing sweet and malty alcohol filled his tongue, and he was a little dazzled now.

He secretly thought, he was really out of his mind, and he actually found Han Yi's appearance just now a little charming.

But there are many people who are more exaggerated than him, and Peng Feng's other friends in the box cheered one after another like a competition: "Waiter, help me get two bottles of whiskey and write it down under Han Yiyi's name."

"I want three cases of cold beer."

"Then I want five boxes!"

Now he finally knew why King Zhou You played with the princes.

Xiao Chi silently stopped the dizzy waiter who ordered orders, and said with a blank expression, "Give me ten boxes."

Today was also a day of earning a lot of money. After seeing off the group of Peng Feng and Xiao Chi, Han Yi took off his clothes and leaned on the sofa to count the money.

Looking at the few zeros behind the transfer, I am very satisfied.

"You look like a money addict who has never seen money in eight lifetimes," Zhong Bailin complained, "You obviously didn't even earn the money for a pair of shoes before."

Han Yi was in a bright mood and didn't bother to argue with the other party: "You know what, the money you earn is different when you spend it."

"Yeah, it's very poor to spend." Tang Yuxin slammed back mercilessly.

"By the way," Zhong Bailin suddenly remembered something, and asked Han Yi, "Is that Xiao Chi your deskmate?"

"what happened?"

Zhong Bailin: "It's nothing, but didn't you say that your deskmate is a college bully before? I think this person is quite good at playing, and he doesn't look like a good student."

Han Yi tapped the armrest of the sofa with his index finger, and asked, "Can't someone who comes to the bar be a good student?"

The other party heard the words and remained silent.

Han Yi picked up the coat on the side, stood up and walked towards the door: "It's not so easy to define a good student and a bad student. Don't learn from those adults."