The male god lives on the phone

Is that the black T-shirt?Yin Ming was not very interested, but after reading the content, his eyes changed.

LOOK provoked all the objects he defeated in the past with the attitude of a winner.He also mentioned a few words in passing that he used to go to the club, and mentioned that he was not unable to beat those people, but that he was unwilling to participate in power struggles.

He has been defeated by the coach many times in the club, but a few days ago, he heard that the coach made a game to accompany him and expressed his willingness to fight against the opponent again.If the other party wins, I am willing to subsidize 50 to the other party.

but.

If the former coach loses, he hopes that the opponent can recognize his own level and quit the game anchor industry as soon as possible.

There is a lot of introductory in this draft, and the last paragraph is simply pointing at Yin Ming, only his name is mentioned.

Zhang Deng waited for him to finish watching, and asked him: "How is it? There are still three months to enter the next season. Do you want to challenge it? Although I have told you many times to sign, you can still participate in the competition if you don't sign." 50, and you can still hit him in the face, killing two birds with one stone."

Yin Ming turned off the picture.

"No." His voice sounded uninterested.

Zhang Deng thought he heard it wrong: "Huh?"

Yin Ming: "No. There's no need for it. I'm not short of the 50. If I get annoyed just because of a single sentence, wouldn't it appear that I have no style."

Zhang Deng was speechless.

What he said seems to make sense.

"Forget it... it's still early, and what will happen later may not be known." Zhang Deng no longer persuaded him, "He should also buy it when he was on the trending search, and he will come down after a while, so don't worry."

"Don't worry." Yin Ming replied.

Zhang Deng felt that he was really a Buddha.He seems to have a very clear understanding and grasp of his own life, and he will not be influenced by others at all.He knows what he wants and what he doesn't want, and a mere 50 won't make him tempted.

The person who can really shake his heart is locked in his mobile phone at this moment, and he still doesn't know anything.As Zhang Deng said, no one knows what will happen in the future.

Compared with money, Yin Ming is more concerned about whether Tao Yao has seen the news on Hot Search, and whether his photos have been leaked.

He turned on the computer, searched carefully on Weibo for all the information related to "War God Yingming", "Manzhan" and "LOOK", and even opened the comments on related Weibo to check carefully.

The fact that he slapped LOOK in the face did spread, and someone did take a photo of his side face, but at that time he had already put on sunglasses, and the photo was just a blurry candid shot.

Even if Tao Yao sees something like this, she doesn't worry about her identity being leaked.

Yin Ming finished arranging his work in the afternoon and evening, took a cup of coffee made for him by Tao Yao, and returned to his desk.

He crossed his fingers on the table, thinking back to the few words that Tao Yao had said to him back then.

It is really rare that every word can hit his seven orifices, or make him extremely happy, or make his whole body cold.

"Are you in pain?"

"Why don't you talk? Can't you talk?"

"You..." Tao Yao's 16-year-old delicate face turned red with embarrassment, "Don't come near me for now, please? Don't come, don't come... I beg you..."

Yin Ming was not called Yin Ming in high school, but his original name was Yin Liansheng.

He is tall, handsome and has good grades, but he has a fatal problem.That wasn't his shortcoming, but it unintentionally became the reason why all the boys pushed him away.

He didn't change his voice.Until high school, the voice was still a high-pitched juvenile voice, which sounded very similar to a female voice.Even if he is tall and good-looking, as long as he speaks, no matter what he says, people will laugh at him.

It was the most silent period of his life.He is unwilling to talk to people, and some teachers will deliberately call him up to answer questions for the sake of classroom effectiveness, which creates an increasingly serious vicious circle.

He found aphasia, so he began to pretend to be sick.

At the beginning, his parents went to the school to ask the teacher to report his situation, and the teacher naturally felt sympathy for him and asked the students in the class to treat him better.

But asking young people to be "nicer" to a certain person is nothing more than making them pay attention to this person, observe the details of his life, and then find out the slightest problem in it, and pursue it fiercely.

The scope of "better" is too broad, telling him a joke, giving him candy, asking him to copy homework, or pulling him out to participate in various group activities, exposing him to the eyes of everyone... …good intentions can turn malicious at any time.

"Concern" gradually turned into "blackmail".The boys dragged him to participate in various activities, and then took the opportunity to ask him for money.

Yin Liansheng couldn't afford any more money, and his family was unwilling to give him more "pocket money", so Yin Liansheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight with others.

How could he have beaten more than a dozen high school boys who were about the same size as him? When he resisted for the first time, he was beaten until the bridge of his nose was broken, and his nosebleeds spilled all over his neck, making him look very miserable.

He couldn't stand it anymore, he had no strength, and he was hit several times, so he had to run desperately.

One of the shoulder straps of Yin Liansheng's schoolbag was pulled, and he fled behind the school building dragging his heavy bag.At [-] or [-] o'clock, there were several clubs doing club activities behind the school. Yin Liansheng covered his face and rushed into the empty corridor, trying to hide in an empty classroom.

After searching around, he suddenly found that the door of the science laboratory was open, so he rushed in and carefully closed the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief, touched his nose and walked towards the back of the classroom, sat on the cold floor with his back against the equipment cabinet, hesitating whether to wipe the blood off his nose with his school uniform.

Someone ran over outside, it had nothing to do with him.

Someone called his name outside, but he didn't want to answer.

Someone outside opened the door of the science department... Yin Liansheng raised his head subconsciously, and he grasped one leg of the iron bench beside him.

A thin, fair-looking boy with lighter hair poked his head in.

He looked a little frightened, with his thin shoulder blades drawn together, his eyebrows drooping, and his eyes wider than a cat's.

Yin Liansheng looked at his face, pulled his neckline subconsciously, and covered the lower half of his face.

The boy saw him and the blood on his clothes, and there was a moment of remorse on his face, but the footsteps in the corridor did not allow him to retreat, so the boy hurried into the classroom and locked the door behind him.

He leaned against the classroom door, tightly clutching the bright yellow towel in his hand.Yin Liansheng looked at the boy quietly, or the towel in his hand. He felt his eyes were dazzled by the setting sun, and he didn't dare to look at this well-dressed, well-behaved boy.

It was the boy, who frowned, finally took a step, walked towards Yin Liansheng who was sitting on the ground, and handed him the towel.

"Are you in pain?" The boy's voice was clear and sweet, as if it carried a temperature as warm as the setting sun, "Sit here and don't move, I'll be right back."

Yin Liansheng pressed a bright and clean lemon yellow towel on his face, he felt like he had fallen into a can of lemon tea with bubbles, it was sweet and sour, and the background light was still the most popular little tea nowadays. Refreshing the filter, he was completely speechless for a while.

He saw the name stitched into the corner of the towel.

Tao invited.

Tao invites Tao Zhiyaoyao to escape.Sounds like someone who would run away.The wounded boy thought.

In fact, he did not escape that day.

He came back, even with gauze and iodine.

The two of them didn't speak again that day, and Yin Liansheng didn't remember how they separated.But there are always only zero or countless encounters. For Yin Ming at that time, Tao Yao entered his life logically.

"Master, can I reply to the work email? Just 1 minute."

Tao Yao poked her head out cautiously, pointing to the small black mobile phone in her hand, which was the control of his mobile phone.

"You don't need to ask me this kind of thing."

Yin Ming, who was sitting in front of the computer desk, stroked the side of the phone screen with his fingers.

"But..." Tao Yao pursed her lips, "It doesn't seem very good to talk to yourself..."

Tao invites——

You always asked me why I didn't talk to you.I don't speak and you don't want to speak.

I can't say too much to you, I'm afraid you will be scared by me.

But I always want you to tell me more.But, you are much shyer than me, I am willing to express myself with actions, but you always want to run away.

Are you giving me back all the lost words from the past now?