cute crush method

While sitting in front of the computer and competing, Bai Xiangxiao was still in a daze.

Hearing the rapid clicking sound of the mouse of the person next to him, as well as the double kill and triple kill coming from the earphones from time to time, without knowing what happened, the first game ended in a one-sided manner in more than ten minutes.

It can be said that Bai Xiangxiao has almost no sense of participation, and the whole game is like a little tail following behind the shooter played by Han Xing, throwing away auxiliary skills casually.

The next few games were similar to the first one. Occasionally, the screen on the big screen would show the second child on the road, and the rest was a solo show of shooters. The game time did not exceed 25 minutes, and the game was easily won. , even the seniors at the commentary booth next to him were stunned.

"It's another wave of triple kills! The shooter is crazy, I feel like the opponent can't handle it anymore, firstly congratulate the Big Eagle team for entering the quarterfinals!"

The seniors watching the game screamed one after another, and the boys couldn't help but whispered to each other about the wonderful game operations just now.

It only took one morning to end the first day of the competition very smoothly. The excitement of the second child and the others after leaving the venue was beyond words, but no one dared to go up to talk to Han Xing. It was really because of his expression Too indifferent, a bit of a feeling that strangers should not enter, as if it was not this person who fought side by side and played games together just now.

Han Xing answered the phone at this time, turned his head and said with a smile to Bai Xiang: "The company still has something to deal with, I'm leaving, you eat on time."

Bai Xiangxiao nodded blankly, and before he had time to thank Han Xing for coming to help, the other party had already turned around and strode towards the outside of the school.

On the way back to the dormitory for the four of them, Lao Li and the others seemed to have released the seal and had fun.

"Xiaobai, you are not kind, our elder brother is so good at the game, he is not a former professional player, is he?"

The second brother smiled happily: "Li Datou, you really know how to lick. Professional players are exaggerating, but the eldest brother is definitely at the level of a master."

The third child was also gearing up eagerly: "This is the first time I've experienced the feeling of someone flying and pretending to be aggressive. It's cool, but the team name is too wide."

Old Li agrees: "Yes, second child, can you not use the dormitory group name on such an important occasion next time?"

The second child took the initiative to take the blame: "The name is all my fault, and this time the credit is all Xiaobai's!"

The three of them chattered and laughed, and Bai Xiangxiao was also frequently amused by them. He never imagined that he, a game player who was only good at picking his feet, could show the limelight in front of the teachers and students of the school, even though it was all thanks to Han Xing.

But he really didn't know that Han Xing was so good at playing games. He used to only know that he was at the top of his studies. Excellent to the point of wrath.

Now that I think about it, I don't blame him for being envious and jealous of others when he was a child. Such a person is always the target of being chased. Even if Bai Xiangxiao was beaten back to his mother's womb to reshape his genes, he couldn't compare to it.

Back in the dormitory, Lao Li and the others discussed that after the game, they wanted to thank Han Xing, and they couldn't let people help in vain.

Lao Li: "Let's have a bloody treat to the restaurant on Saturday, Xiaobai, what does your brother like to eat?"

Bai Xiang smiled: "...I don't know."

Second child: "Then do what you like, what hobbies does your brother usually have?"

Bai Xiang smiled: "...I don't know."

Third child: "Your brother must have something he likes, right?"

Bai Xiang smiled: "...I don't know."

This question caused a headache for Lao Li and the others.

"You are too unreliable as a younger brother. You really don't care about your elder brother."

Bai Xiangxiao was very speechless, after only playing games for a day, these guys have already turned into Han Hang's people, he rubbed his nose and thought for a while: "I don't know what he likes to eat, but he doesn't like sweets, I haven’t asked about my usual hobbies, maybe I like working.”

After all, Han Xing is an out-and-out workaholic.

The three of Lao Li: God TM likes to work...

Then in the dormitory there was a two-hour sex meeting with Bai Xiangxiao, and he didn't even bring him dinner, and asked him to go to Han Xing to plead guilty, at least ask him what he likes to eat and do, and when he comes back at night Check query results.

Bai Xiangxiao has never been so serious about writing a thesis, and Bai Xiangxiao has a new understanding of these bad friends.

However, he himself wanted to find Han Xing, which took up other people's working hours on Monday. I am afraid that Han Xing said that he would not delay work, but he actually didn't know when he would have to work overtime.

So at night, Bai Xiangxiao deliberately inquired about Han Xing's overtime hours from He Tao. In order not to disturb his work, he packed a portion of oden in advance and sat on the reception sofa in the lobby on the first floor of Fangrui Building to wait for Han Xing. line off work.

However, seeing that Xingqi Coffee and the restaurant opposite were closed, the bright and brilliant lobby of the office building illuminated by the crystal chandeliers became less and less crowded. In the end, only the lady on duty at the front desk was left yawning and drowsy.

Bai Xiang smiled and looked at his phone, it was 11:30 in the evening.

It's been almost two hours longer than He Tao's prediction of getting off work at [-] o'clock. Bai Xiangxiao leaned on the leather sofa and looked out. Slightly yellow, a gust of wind swayed precariously on the canopy twice, still falling a few leaves.

Bai Xiangxiao sighed silently. He regretted it a little. If he knew that Han Xing worked overtime until midnight in exchange for a game competition, he would not ask him to help and cause trouble for the other party.

Just when he thought he would have to wait until midnight, Han Xing finally got off work.

There was some fatigue in his eyes, and he was extremely surprised when he saw Bai Xiangxiao sitting in the lobby on the first floor.

"Why are you here?"

Bai Xiangxiao stood up, holding the already cold oden: "I want to bring you a midnight snack, but it's already cold."

Seeing that Han Xing was about to reach out to pick it up, Bai Xiangxiao quickly took it aside: "Don't eat this one, if you're hungry, I'll make you a new one. And I have to spend the night at your place tonight because the dormitory is locked. gone."

Bai Xiangxiao looked embarrassed, originally he wanted to give him a snack and go back, but who knew it would be midnight after waiting.

Han Xing frowned slightly: "How long have you been waiting?"

Bai Xiang smiled and calculated the time: "More than two hours."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"...Afraid of disturbing your work."

Sitting in Han Xing's car, Bai Xiangxiao scratched his head. After waiting for so long, he himself was hungry.

It was already a quarter past twelve when we arrived at Han Xing's house, so Bai Xiangxiao naturally put on his slippers and walked to the kitchen.

Now he is very familiar with this place. There is always a pair of his slippers in the shoe cabinet in the entrance. The beige placemat on the dining room table in the living room is also bought from the Internet for the usual meal cleaning. There is also a bear for drinking water on the coffee table. The cup makes the grey-black cold and hard furniture style occasionally add a little warm tone, which is undoubtedly what Bai Xiang laughed at.

He also took care of the kitchen in an orderly manner. There were ingredients he bought last time in the refrigerator. Bai Xiangxiao rolled up his sleeves and made two bowls of Yangchun noodles in a few minutes.

Eating hot noodle soup, Bai Xiangxiao raised his eyes and glanced at Han Xing. He had already changed into home clothes, and the appearance of sitting at the dining table eating noodles was much more intimate than usual. It might be because the rising heat was smothering his glasses. A layer of mist formed, covering Han Xing's expression.

"I shouldn't have asked you to help me to make you work overtime so late today, and that game wasn't that important."

At least compared with Han Xing's work and health, games and competitions can only be regarded as entertainment, dispensable.

Bai Xiangxiao lowered his head and poked the noodles with his chopsticks, feeling guilty and regretful.

Han Xing stopped his chopsticks: "I don't blame you for the temporary job."

Bai Xiangxiao thought for a while: "We'll just find someone to take the top in the subsequent games, and you can't delay your work because of this."

Han Xing didn't object, so he hummed.

After he finished eating, he picked up the cup on the side. While drinking, he looked down at the young boy's fluffy and soft hair slightly curly, with a smile in his clear eyes. He raised his hand and touched his nose.

"I still want to thank you for coming this morning and bringing some of our rookies to the quarterfinals. Not only my roommate, but many people in the school admire you and think you are very good at playing games."

The young man lowered his head and smiled shyly, "And I only found out today that you can play games. I'm surprised. I should know you better."

Han Xing was slightly stunned, nodded, then put down the water glass and did not speak.

Watching the boy finish eating the noodles, tidy up the bowls and chopsticks, the two washed up and went back to their rooms.

It's just that Han Xing lay on the bed for a long time unable to fall asleep, and the phrase "I should know you better" echoed in my mind.

He raised his arm to shield his eyes, his fingers clenched and loosened.

There is a little more throbbing and joy in my heart.

Han Xing was very aware of how much Bai Xiangxiao hated him since he was a child. Rather than saying that he didn't know him, it was better to say that he had never thought of understanding him. It seemed that avoiding him had become Bai Xiangxiao's habit. The heart slowly settled, alienated from him.

There is no right or wrong in many things, maybe it is just a matter of timing.

Just like the encounter between Han Xing and Bai Xiangxiao, from the meeting to the first half year of getting along, the two hardly spoke.

At that time, Han Xing's only impression of Bai Xiangxiao was that this kid hated him very much, so blatantly that he hated him, and wished he could get rid of him quickly.

Han Xing never let go of his guard against him. He just looked at his mother and Uncle Bai's face and didn't expose his various behaviors. At the age of 17, he didn't even bother to report to adults.

But once Han Xing's patience was exhausted by hiding the test paper, he knocked on the door of Bai Xiangxiao's room, and saw the smug expression on the ten-year-old child's face, any bad things would be clearly written on his face, Like a fool.

Han Xing forced his way into his room, and the child glared at him angrily: "I haven't let you in yet!"

The vicious tone, coupled with the round and fair face, was harmless.

It looked like a child carved in pink and jade, deliberately making a nasty expression, but his round eyes were full of clear light.

Inexplicably, the irritability in Han Xing's heart dissipated. He took his test paper from under the pillow, saw the child's face blushing, and his voice softened a little: "...it ran under my pillow by itself. None of my business."

The pretentious words are a little cute.

Han Xing hummed, turned and left.

But before leaving, he saw half of the small iron box protruding from under the child's bed.

Maybe it was out of curiosity, or maybe he wanted to pay back the child's persistent prank, Han Xing took out the iron box under the bed when he was not at home.

After discovering that it was a lockbox, Han Xing dialed a series of numbers 0826, but his fingers paused. He didn't want to spy on other people's privacy. Less than a minute after taking out the iron box, he put it back on the bed intact under.

As a result, there was a slight click under the bed, and the lock was unlocked.

Han Xing suddenly froze in place.

—what a fool.

The author has something to say:

Bai Xiangxiao: 0826 is my birthday :)