Me and Zhong also are playing each other again

"Cough." My face remained unchanged, "In short, Mr. Liang and I are just ordinary friends, and we don't have any relationship beyond the scope of friends."

Nazaki: "I'm so disappointed, I thought I could hear a wonderful love story."

I looked at her in amazement, even if there was, I couldn't say it in front of Nakahara Chuya.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a love story to tell." I apologized without emotion. "Everyone can write a book about the mutual pitfalls with your seniors."

Hu Zhang asked with great interest: "Do you have any with Mr. Xia You?"

That's a lot.

Xia Youjie is a gentle and considerate person by nature. He never smoked before, but he always brought a lighter for me and Nitzi.

Then something happened, and he was rather slumped, and lost weight rapidly.I also started to use cigarettes to relieve my worries. At first, I just asked me to take one or two, but later I smoked harder than me, and I felt worried when I saw it.

Xia Youjie has seriously considered killing all ordinary people and creating a world with only conjurers.

I thought about it for a while, and finally couldn't help asking him curiously: "Then is it an ordinary person whose hair changes from black to white when playing tennis? Is it an ordinary person who can deprive his opponent of his five senses when playing tennis? An accidental outspin serve Is it an ordinary person who killed a second-level curse spirit on the tennis court?"

Xia Youjie was silent, and looked at me in confusion: "...What are you talking about?"

Then I dug out the classmate records of junior high school, found Xiao Haidai's phone number, asked him for tickets, and took him, Gojo Satoru, and Nitrate to watch a superpower tennis match.

Very exciting game, the two sides played back and forth.

The ordinary people present cheered for the winners and felt sorry for the losers, while we four conjurers sat in the auditorium in amazement.

I asked Xia Youjie again seriously: "In this way, I think I should be able to be called a superpower, right? With the body of an ordinary person, it is comparable to the level of a conjurer."

Xia Youjie was silent again: "..."

After he went back, he was finally willing to accept formal psychological counseling.

But that was a long time ago, and I won't expose his shortcomings in front of the younger generation, but just described the superpower tennis again vividly.They were confused, but they still had a trace of uncontrollable desire to explore, even Fu Heihui couldn't help asking.

I boasted: "I have the opportunity to show you and me."

After getting the promise, they were very happy, consciously packed up their things and left, leaving me and Nakahara Zhongya a space to be alone.

He smiled at me: "Your junior is quite cute."

He booked tickets for the musical, and the theater was not far away, and we walked slowly along the street.

The evening wind in early autumn is mixed with a little coolness, and orange and yellow street lamps are lit up one after another by the roadside, and the lamp stands cast shallow shadows on the concrete floor.

There is an antique store in China, and I dragged Zhong Yuanzhong into it—by the way, he had asked someone to help deliver my shopping bags to the house, and his men were wearing black suits, and they respectfully called out He is "Mr. Zhongyuan".

The shop mainly sells second-hand jewelry, and the owner's collection is displayed in the display cabinets.

I see an MP4, Sony's.

"This is the joint limited edition of the year." I pointed to it and explained to Zhongyuan Zhongyuan, "Because the shell is more fancy, the price of the same model is ten times higher."

He asked me, "So did you buy it?"

"Of course." I admitted proudly, "My orientation sniper is this kind of fancy."

Maybe it’s a commercial cooperation. The MP4 I bought is pre-loaded with the MV video of J’s new boy group. This form of advertising inspired me: If I become an idol, the singing and dancing videos will also be recorded in a certain MP4 ,So……

But unfortunately, I missed the selection of the 48 series, and my career as a graphic model only lasted for a short year.

Zhongyuan Zhong also naturally didn't know what I was thinking, but just waited for me patiently, his blue eyes were gentle and calm.

When he is in front of me, he is always gentle, like a kitten deliberately retracting its paws.

When conveying instructions to his subordinates, although he deliberately restrained himself, he still showed a certain sense of oppression of being in a superior position for a long time.

I sometimes feel that the work he is engaged in is not as simple as it is described on the surface.

The financial resources and ease he showed are not easily obtained by a child who once lived in a slum and had no father or mother after ten years of hard work.

Reason led me to doubt, but emotionally I couldn't help but believe him.

Chuya Nakahara's words interrupted my thinking: "Do you want to eat crepes?"

"...No." I resolutely refused, and then sternly accused him, "Mr. Chuya, please stop this behavior, I have already gained [-] kilograms."

He was very calm: "You are not fat - it smells like oranges. Do you want to eat it?"

I:"…………"

Really, can someone refuse the orange flavor?

I just wanted to say arrogantly, let’s buy it, but I only took a bite, and when I got to my mouth, I suddenly realized that I had fallen into the trap of Chuya Zhongyuan.

For more than a week, he has been feeding me in different ways.

Hotel delivery, imported snacks, orange-flavored drinks...all suit my taste.

I really don't understand why Zhongyuan Zhongye can be so meticulous. I eat the same thing. Even if I like it, I just taste a few sips and then put it down, but he can accurately identify the one I love.

For example, even though I didn't say it out loud, Zhongyuanzhong has already consciously queued up.

When he came back with the crepe in his hand, I couldn't help but ask, "Nakaya-kun, how did you discover my taste?"

"It feels... huh?" he said.

"Feel?"

"Yeah." Zhong Yuan also nodded, "It's mainly the eyes. When you restrain yourself from eating something you like, it's obviously reluctant."

I was shocked: "There is such a thing."

He smiled: "Yes."

I reflected on myself, and after a few seconds, I decisively decided to throw the pot away.

I said, "You can't do this, you are not allowed to feed anything. If I gain weight, it's all your fault."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also quite calm: "Well, I'm in charge."

I:"……"

Just when I was cramped and didn't know what to say, my phone rang.

Like grabbing a life-saving straw, I quickly connected: "Hello?"

"Xiao Taozhi." It was Kise's voice, "I saw you called me, what's the matter?"

I guessed right, he was indeed on the plane just now, but there is no need for him to prove anything for me now.

So I simply explained that the juniors were curious about my short modeling career.

Zhong Yuan also took the crepe from my hand and asked me to concentrate on the phone.

Out of some kind of self-proving innocence, I pressed the speakerphone.

Kise and I haven't been in formal contact for two years, and the only thing we know about each other is greetings during the New Year and holidays, plus we probably know what the other party is doing now.

We chatted aimlessly for a while, and when I was looking for an excuse to hang up, Kise suddenly smiled on the other end of the phone.

He asked, "Speaking of which, after so many years, have you found that guy who didn't know what to do?"

I slowly closed my fingers, I already had a guess in my heart, but I prayed silently, with a monotonous syllable in my mouth: "... hey?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also playing with the silver lid lighter, opening and closing it with a "snap", the fire was shining a little bit, and his eyes were so blue that they shone brightly, but it didn't ignite.

He was lazily smoking a cigarette, met my gaze, and looked at me very gently and intently.

Unruly and docile.

I seemed to be scratched by a cat's paw, and looked away.Looking at him quietly, Nakahara Chuya's eyes still fell on me without blinking, very lightly, and there was a smile on the corner of his slightly raised mouth.

Ten years ago, when he turned his head to say goodbye to me, he had the same conniving and gentle expression on his face.

About being a part-time model, most of them are out of a playful mentality. I think this job is interesting and fresh. Anyway, it is my own company, and the workload is within an acceptable range, so I don’t have to worry about labor disputes.But when I casually boasted to my agent, saying that I would have my advertisement broadcast on big screens all over Tokyo, I couldn't help but think of him.

...if only he could see me too.

I told Kise in a joking tone: "There is a boy from Yokohama who I met while traveling. I took the initiative to strike up a conversation, but he refused to tell me his name."

Huang Lai was quite flattered, and said with a look of resentment: "He will regret it in the future."

Ten years later, in front of Chuya Nakahara, I turned on the speakerphone, and Kise's relaxed voice came out of the sound hole: "It's that Yokohama man who refused to tell you his name. Have you found him now? He regretted it." ?"

The temperature of my cheeks rose rapidly, almost causing my brain to shut down. I subconsciously pressed the red end button, but because I was too anxious, I accidentally turned off the screen, so that his sentence was not interrupted at all. .

Although it was just an ordinary joke, why, it happened at this time...

I took a deep breath, relieved the dizzy feeling of shame, and didn't dare to look at Nakahara Chuya's expression.

"Huase..."

As soon as I started, my mobile phone was taken away by Zhong Yuan.

Because his back was facing the street lamp, Bo Ying cast a dark ambiguity on his handsome features.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also laughed in a half-hoarse voice, and turned his face slightly towards me, with the volume of his voice between me and him.

"I regret it." He said in a word.