I fell off the horse after pretending to be Mengxin

Coupled with the past few days of Wen Yu's friend, Peanut can roughly figure out some of his personality.

He should be well-educated, and now his life is smooth, gentle, elegant, and calm.

He didn't expect that Wen Yu would get angry with him.

startled him.

Peanut quickly apologized and quickly corrected it on Zhihu. Not long after, Wen Yu saw the words "adapted from real events" in quotation marks in the title of the article.

[Peanut]: I'm really really sorry,? I didn't think about it.

[Peanut]: Tell me one more thing, do you still like that person?

Wen Yu's concern was too obvious for Peanut to ignore.

[Wen Yu]: ...

[Wen Yu]: Yes.

After closing WeChat, Wen Yu briefly inspected the comment area again, and suddenly caught a comment from [anonymous user 2323].

"The other party is willing to be close to me and my preferences. If we can do the same thing together,? If we are happy for the same result, then it will be great."

Looking at this reply, Wen Yu lowered his eyes, thoughtful.

After a simple wash,? He set the alarm clock, put the phone next to the pillow, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Five minutes had passed since the eyes were closed, Wen Yu couldn't help but turned over and got up again, and turned on the phone by the bedside.

Click on the browser, Wen Yu enters the word "game" in the search bar, and begins to read them one by one.

Wei Yu is late today.

To be precise,? It was late again.

For him, it is very normal. Being able to arrive at a fraction on time for more than 300 days a year is considered a high incense, and the minister next door is very used to helping to check in automatically.

"It's only our program department that has this kind of treatment." The minister sighed, "You don't want to be arrogant, so hurry up and find out about the team of the project department?"

【guard】:……

[Wei]: Do you want something to eat? I'm downstairs and I'll bring you something.

[Minister]: OK, a glass of iced Americano, no reimbursement.

[Colleague A]: Matcha latte, super iced, thank you.

Wei Yu put away the phone with satisfaction.

Is this the Greater China foodie?

It's so coaxing.

Wei Yu pushed open the door with a big bag and a small bag of coffee, and ran into a familiar figure head-on.

The man lowered his head, his gray coat was slightly wrinkled, his hair was hanging loosely by his ears, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the dark circles under his eyes were clearly visible.

It's warm.

Wei Yu thought it was his own dizziness, so he rubbed his eyes and looked carefully again, and it turned out that he was really a senior.

On weekdays, people who are so exquisite that their suits don't have a trace of creases, today's image has been subverted for Wen Yu.

And now it's work time.

Wen Yu has always been serious about his work, even the well-known escaping from the bathroom is rare, let alone showing up outside the company building for non-official duties.

Wei Yu was standing by the door, and Wen Yu saw him as soon as he raised his eyes, a trace of unconcealable surprise flashed in his tired pupils.

Wen Yu subconsciously recognized Kai's face, but Wei Yu didn't expect Wei Yu to chase after him and hold his arm.

"Are you all right, senior? You look uncomfortable."

Wen Yu was silent.

He is indeed uncomfortable.

But... he did it himself.

As we all know, don't play with your mobile phone before going to bed.

Wen Yu casually searched for games last night, but flipped through page after page until it was past three o'clock in the morning, and his eyelids were so heavy that he could barely lift them.

Today I got up half an hour late because of this, and my head still hurts badly. I had to drink coffee to suppress it first, and then catch up on sleep in the office at noon.

But these reasons, how can he tell Wei Yu.

"It's okay, I stayed up late yesterday." He skipped it lightly, but the worry in Wei Yu's eyes did not diminish at all.

Wen Yu sighed, and could only continue to add: "The project department is not busy today, I will rest after assigning tasks."

"Yeah." Wei Yu nodded, stuffed a cup of hot mocha with milk into Wen Yu's arms, and said, "Eat breakfast before drinking, don't drink iced Americano, you have a bad stomach."

He did suffer from stomach problems.

Whether it is professional design or sketching, it is not something that can be solved in a short time. Sometimes he will draw until he forgets the time when he has a sudden inspiration or a coherent thought, and it will be hard to get back over time.

When he was sketching in his junior year, he suddenly had a stomach attack. Wen Yu was so painful that he couldn't straighten his waist. There were many members in the studio, and the first name he called out in the panic was Wei Yu.

Thinking about it this way, maybe from then on, Wei Yu has already occupied a heavy weight in his heart that cannot be ignored.

Unexpectedly, Wei Yu still remembered so many years in the past.

Wen Yu took the coffee, and leaned against the warm drink cup in his palm. He concealed his emotion, and reached out to brush Wei Yu's hair.

"You still remember to take care of me? Don't look at yourself, go to bed late all day long."

Being poked at the pain point, Wei Yu immediately shut up, and was immediately discouraged by the serious and righteous rebuttal at the beginning.

Well, if you insist on comparing him, his living habits are much worse than Wen Yu's.

Anyway, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, people have never lost their WeChat steps.

Seeing the frustration that suddenly flashed in Wei Yu's eyes, Wen Yu raised the corners of his lips and held back his smile.

After a brief exchange, the two walked to the company together and waited for the elevator.

Wei Yu sipped his coffee one after another, his eyes stayed on Wen Yu, watching him sip a hot mocha with his head down, his slightly frowning brows relaxed.

Suddenly Wen Yu turned his face to the side, just in time to catch Wei Yu's eyes that hadn't slipped away, Wei Yu felt his back tighten, and his ears were faintly red.

Fortunately, Wen Yu didn't notice.

"By the way, I want to trouble you with something." Wen Yu said, taking out a card-made ticket from his wallet.

The tickets are well-made, and the words "E9 Game Exhibition" are neatly printed on the top. Today is the last day of the opening time.

Wen Yu pursed his lips, his eyes did not look at Wei Yu, but stared sideways at the ground, his fingertips were trembling faintly, only his voice became stronger and calmer.

"My friend gave me two of these tickets, please take a look, but I don't know much about games." Wen Yu said, "Can you go with me..."

His voice did not fall.

The elevator door opened with a "ding", and several colleagues came out from the door, carrying briefcases in their hands, as if they were about to go out to work.

"Hello, Minister."

"Good morning, Minister Wen."

Several people greeted each other one after another, and one of them covered his mouth and snickered when he saw the ticket in Wen Yu's hand.

"Minister, you actually bought this ticket." His eyes were glued to the ticket in Wen Yu's hand, with envy in his eyes.

He just posted on Moments yesterday saying that he couldn't get it. Wen Yu left a message to ask him, but he didn't expect to get it today.

You must know that the tickets become more and more difficult to buy in the later stage, and it is even more difficult to find a ticket on the last day of the exhibition. The few that are still on the market have been raised by scalpers, which makes him tempted but dare not act.

"Yeah, I saw it too. Minister, you are collecting tickets in Moments." Another person answered, "As expected of the minister, is this the taste of money ability?"

"Minister have fun!"

"Don't forget to take a few more photos for us to see."

Several people left one after another while talking. Wen Yu stood where he was, his eyes fixed on the ticket in his hand, and his face was flushed.

Like holding a hot potato.

What does it feel like to be exposed in an instant?

He understands now.

The author has something to say: Wen Yu: ...I really want to die.