[Zhang Jike] Unexpected

The night Zhang Jike went to Qin Mo's family for the first time, he pretended to be calm.

But I never thought that the moment he entered the door, the tall image he had pretended to be instantly shattered.

Didi, the door opens.

The light in the corridor passed through the gap between the two of them, slightly diluting the darkness in the room.

Qin Moyi's small apartment has a unique design, the light switch is on the wall behind the entrance.

"You don't need slippers, just come in." She said, looking for the switch in the dark.

Following the woman into the room, Zhang Jike closed the door, and with a soft "click", the whole space fell into darkness again.

He moved his eyes subconsciously and looked around.

"Lie... go!"

Less than one meter away from Zhang Jike, a pair of glowing green eyes were staring straight at him.

Zhang Jike was caught off guard and swears out of fear.

Although the voice was silenced in time, he still felt that his image was not guaranteed.

- pat.

A white light suddenly appeared, and the light was turned on.

After his eyes got used to it, Zhang Jike finally saw clearly what it was that startled him.

"what happened?"

Qin Mo rushed over in a hurry, and Zhang Jike, who was looking at his cat affectionately, had nothing to do except his face was a little dark.

Hearing her question, Zhang Jike didn't move, he just clicked his tongue and said: "You cat, you are quite unique."

The culprit was a black cat, very pure black, with green eyes, sitting upright and tilting its head slightly.

Ah~ Qin Mo came to his senses, "Did Babu scare you?"

"Indeed, I've kept it for so long, and sometimes I'm still scared by it when I go to the bathroom in the middle of the night."

"But look." As soon as Qin Mo picked up the black cat, the black cat was also very quiet, allowing her to move, "It's really cute and cute." As she spoke, she raised one of the black cat's front paws and pointed at Zhang Jike. waved.

meow~

It seems to be saying hello to itself.

Zhang Jike became interested and took a closer look, "Why are its legs so short?"

"Bub is a Munchkin cat. It's normal to have such short legs."

Standing and chatting was a bit tired, Qin Moyi led the people to the living room.

Putting the cat on the sofa, she asked, "What would you like to drink? Plain water or fruit tea?" After a pause, "I made the fruit tea myself." So don't worry about not being able to drink it.

Zhang Jike made a final decision, "It must be fruit tea." Having said that, he didn't know what to do if he didn't choose it again.

After washing the two cups, he took out the airtight container from the refrigerator and poured out the fruit tea. Qin Mo walked out of the kitchen with them.

In the living room, Zhang Jike consciously picked up the cat teasing stick on the tea table and started teasing the cat.He just likes these small animals, but anything bigger, like a German shepherd, is obviously so handsome, but he will be afraid and dare not touch it.

The black cat is not afraid of life, with one paw on the left and the other on the right.

The warm orange light imprinted on Zhang Jike's side face, casting an upward shadow on the corner of his mouth.

No matter how many times I watch this scene, I still feel warm and beautiful.

Qin Mo smiled, "Isn't it fun?"

The bottom of the glass tapped lightly on the table.

"It's fun." Zhang Jike replied without raising his head.

And the man in his early years, at this moment, was as immature as a child.

With downcast eyes and a slight smile, Qin Mo pressed the remote control to turn on the TV.

On the screen, it was not a real-time TV series or variety show, but a football game that was about to be finished.

table tennis game.

In the 2014 Men's Table Tennis World Cup final, Zhang Jike played against Ma Long.

The picture quality was a bit blurry, but it didn't affect the real tense atmosphere between the two on the court at all.

Pressing to play from the beginning, Qin Moyi has no intention of continuing to watch the game that is about to come to an end.

Left and right, the ending of this game is still fresh in her memory.

Hearing the familiar music, Zhang Jike raised his head.

Zhang Jike was inexplicably relieved that the woman didn't broadcast the scene of herself angrily kicking the advertising board and throwing her clothes at the auditorium.

Although he didn't think it was his black history, he kept feeling guilty when he recalled the amount of compensation and Guangguo's upper body.

"Little girl, how about revisiting the glory days of your boyfriend and me?"

Even though Zhang Jike didn't want to admit it, the 14 years of himself was indeed the peak of his athlete career.

"Yes, I want to know more about you on the court."

The cheerleaders in the video stop dancing, and the two athletes warm up and prepare to go on the field.

The woman suddenly became a little excited, patted him to attract attention, and cleared her throat while sitting upright.

"Hi everyone, this is the table tennis men's World Cup final live broadcast by CCTV5. I am Qin Moyi, the commentator."

Zhang Jike got goosebumps when he heard the standard voice.

"How about it, am I super powerful?" Qin Mo raised his head and chest, and asked triumphantly.

So cute it's foul.

Now, Zhang Jike, who was spoiled by her cuteness, couldn't care less about the cat, and directly picked up the real person.

"Normal operation, normal operation, I know a lot."

Qin Moyi's cheeks were pinched, "Brother Ke, you don't have to be so excited." He spoke vaguely, with a smile that couldn't be concealed in his voice.

After feeling addicted to his hands, Zhang Jike couldn't help but fished him over and hugged him.Qin Mo fell into his arms, raised his arms around his waist, and hugged him back vigorously.

Immersed in the silence of each other's embrace.

After a while, Zhang Jike relieved a little bit of strength, still hugging her and not letting go, "Have you practiced specially?"

"Yeah." Qin Mo rubbed his cheek, and then the unshaven stubble hurt him, "I used to learn Mandarin from the host of CCTV every day in order to get a first-class Mandarin."

In fact, being a sports commentator on CCTV does not necessarily have to be broadcast, the key lies in the professional knowledge of the event being commented.If you do both, it's icing on the cake.

On the TV, the commentator was explaining passionately, and the two players were fighting for every little point.

The blood is boiling and the heart is surging.

Not being able to witness Zhang Jike's most energetic appearance in this life is Qin Moyi's long-standing heart disease.

The chest trembled uncontrollably, faster and faster.It kept hitting Qin Moyi's eardrums like a small drum.

She raised her hand to lower Zhang Jike's neck, put it close to his ear, and said with a breathy voice, "Brother Ke, stay here tonight."