【Zhou Xiang】The Tropic

1.

Someone who was drunk finally fell asleep.Sun Xiang knew.

But he wasn't happy at all.

Who can tell him why the sleeping Zhou Zekai kept grabbing himself?

2.

It's not that he hasn't struggled.

Sun Xiang's first reaction was to turn his arms, trying to escape from Zhou Zekai's control.

But who the hell knows what's going on—Zhou Zekai's grip is so loose that it looks like he can shake it off with a single movement, but it's not—Sun Xiang retracted a little, and this guy immediately tightened his palms, grabbing the person firmly, no matter what. let go.

At first Sun Xiang thought that Zhou Zekai was an unconscious conditioned reflex in a dream, but after going through the repeated "you grab me", he was completely enlightened.

The current scene reminded him of the scene of watching the animal world when he was a child - the playful lion kept giving the prey a chance to escape, breaking the opponent's hope again and again.

But at this moment, I was like that "prey", being played around by a bastard who was sleeping soundly but reacted with incomparable precision and ruthlessness every time.

Exhausted, he yawned several times in succession, feeling that he was reaching his limit, and he didn't want to toss anymore.Sun Xiang thought to himself that they were all men anyway, and the bed was big enough, so he might as well settle for one night, and it would not be too late to settle accounts with Zhou Zekai tomorrow.

Zhou Zekai was wrapped in a quilt, he didn't mind - the central air conditioner was turned on hotter than usual.He estimated it based on experience, and at worst he would wear a T-shirt and not sleep naked.

Having made up his mind, he kicked off his slippers without saying a word, and turned on the bed.

Zhou Zekai was holding him with his right hand, and he was sleeping on the left side of the bed, just right.Sun Xiang stepped over Zhou Zekai cautiously, groped for the empty space on the other side, and lay down on his back.There was another person on the bed, and his hands and feet must have been more restrained than usual, but he hadn't closed his eyes for nearly 20 hours, and the biological clock's protest became more and more intense. Sun Xiang was really sleepy. He rubbed the pillow and immediately entered a half-dream and half-awake state.

At this moment, Sun Xiang smelled something like it was raining.

What is the source?Someone's body wash?Undried neckline, hair ends?Maybe it's the residual alcohol smell, but it's a bit damp, with a soft sweetness and sweetness, lingering on the tip of the nose, the more it smells, the more it smells like the camellia smelled in the backyard of his grandmother's house when he was a child, it reminds him of Chongqing being shrouded in rain and fog That kind of feeling, hazy, unknown, but very comfortable...

Sun Xiang sniffed contentedly, his head was full of comfort and he wanted to sleep, the faint warmth on his side added a touch of peace of mind, which accelerated the process of this drowsiness fermenting, within half a minute after touching the pillow, Sun Xiang His eyelids sank, and he fell into a dream.

3.

Sun Xiang opened his eyes, but it was still night.

Through the curtains that were forgotten to be drawn tightly, the moon looked over quietly, casting a long and slanting streak of mercury.

With the help of the only light source, Sun Xiang managed to get an overview of the space in front of him.Looking at it, he was in a daze, and his heart gradually became turbulent.

In places that seemed familiar, stood two outdated cabinets.Through the transparent glass door, various figures, trophies and photo frames can be seen.

On the simple hanger by the door, there were two identical short-sleeves hanging neatly, in black, yellow and white, simple and conspicuous.

There are several posters of different sizes and contents on the wall, but there is one thing in common—a LOGO made of bullets and English in the upper right corner.

This is...the reincarnation dormitory? !

Sun Xiang turned his eyes in surprise, and noticed that he was not the only one in this space!

The moonlight is like a river, dividing the house into two pieces.Sun Xiang sat in one of the dark shadows, with several guys in summer team uniforms lying beside him.Sun Xiang unceremoniously turned one of the snoring heads over, and the premonition in his heart was confirmed - this is the younger Du Ming!

Could it be... Sun Xiang got up on the ground, wanting to confirm the identities of more people.At this moment, a hand suddenly crossed the shallow "river" and tugged him gently.

Sun Xiang was startled, and turned his head suddenly. It turned out that in the darkness on the other side, leaning on the bed, there was another friend who was awake——

"Zhou Zekai?!" Sun Xiang actually didn't want to be so startled, but his mouth uttered uncontrollably, and the volume was very high.

Sure enough, at the same time that he himself disliked himself, the young Zhou Zekai raised his index finger, pressed it to his lips, and made a "quiet" gesture.

"I'm sorry." Sun Xiang hurriedly lowered his voice when he heard "myself", "I'm a little dizzy...why are they... Isn't it, they just fell asleep with just a little wine?"

The young Zhou Zekai nodded.

"I" snorted very disdainfully: "I also said that who is afraid of who will fight until the dawn. After a long time, no one can fight!"

Opposite him was in the shadows, his lips seemed to be hooked, but he couldn't see clearly.

"How much did you drink today?" Sun Xiang heard "myself" ask curiously, "I didn't even notice, two bottles, do you have it?"

There is a "1" on the opposite side.

"I'm three times you!" "Myself" raised his head triumphantly, "Will you admit it, am I better than the captain?!"

This time Sun Xiang clearly heard the laughter on the other side.

"Liar." The young captain of Samsara spoke clearly and thought more clearly, "Drink the first bottle with Du Ming. The second bottle, Jiang Botao poured a glass. The third bottle, Lu Boyuan knocked it over."

With every speech Zhou Zekai made, Sun Xiang found that "his" face was getting hotter and hotter. Using the night to cover it up, he "cut" noncommittally, "That's not like some people who don't drink by themselves and secretly Counting how much other people drink is boring!"

This time, the other side didn't speak.

Sun Xiang was like punching cotton with a fist, and he had nowhere to vent his anger.To avoid embarrassment, he pursed his lips and looked around.

Soon, he found the identity certificate of the owner of the house on the bedside table - a family photo of Jiang Botao and his parents.

Looking at this familiar and long-lost photo, Sun Xiang finally recalled that this scene happened in the summer after the end of the tenth season, strictly speaking, before he and Zhou Zekai went to Zurich.

Under the instigation of Lu Boyuan and Du Ming, a group of young people who usually dare not drink, boldly smuggled beer, fried chicken and French fries into the dormitory behind the manager's back for a farewell party.Why did he choose Jiang Botao's room?Because they dare not go to Zhou Zekai's room, only Jiang Botao will not be rounded by the life management.

Sun Xiang had already realized that he was dreaming, but a doubt was lifted, and a new question mark was raised——Sun Xiang was full of curiosity, because he didn't remember that he had anything to do with Zhou Zekai at this farewell party. any communication.

Thinking of this, the "self" in the dream stood up uncontrollably.

"It's tiring to talk with your neck stretched out like this," he gestured with his throat pressed, "Are you coming here?"

Idiot, Zhou Zekai has night blindness!Sun Xiang complained about himself.

Of course, the self in the dream definitely didn't know the truth, so after Zhou Zekai shook his head and continued to sit motionless, "I" frowned angrily, and finally tiptoed over the scrambled teammates and crossed the "river" ", arrived at Zhou Zekai's side.

After imitating Zhou Zekai and sitting down again with his back against the bed, Sun Xiang noticed that this guy actually hugged a penguin pillow—the mascot of their team, each of them had one—and rested his chin on the pillow, looking particularly effortless.

... and cute.

This time Sun Xiang secretly "cut" in his heart, and suddenly had the urge to grab the pillow.

He held back.

He grabbed a pillow from the bed behind him, hugged it in his arms like a model, and rested his chin on it, it was really much more comfortable.

"Aren't you sleepy?" The restless "myself" said after only being quiet for 2 minutes.

The young Samsara captain shook his head.

"Then," "I" turned sideways with the pillow in my arms, lazily bent one leg, and looked at the other person, "I'm not sleepy either! How about chatting?!"

Before waiting for the other party to answer, "I" lowered my voice and repeated enthusiastically, "Come to chat, how about it?

"What are you talking about?" the other party asked in a low voice.

"Myself" curled his lips, this action meant that he thought that the opposite party asked an incredible question, "Then what else is there, glory!

4.

After hearing Zhou Zekai's mumbled hum, Sun Xiang began to chat about the tenth season finals to himself.

They have already completed the review of those tactical gains and losses, so it is unnecessary to mention them again.Sun Xiang still talked for 2 minutes, focusing on the confrontation with Captain Xingxin.In the end, he concluded, "Ye Xiu is very powerful."

In the darkness, Zhou Zekai looked at him thoughtfully: "Indeed."

"Recently, I can't help thinking about, cough, Ye Xiu." He said again.

"Why?" Zhou Zekai asked.

"Don't misunderstand!" "Myself" seemed to hear the worry in Zhou Zekai's voice, and quickly waved his hands to explain, "I'm still worried about those 6.5 seconds, I was thinking... er, you swear you won't laugh before I tell you!"

"I swear." Zhou Zekai said in a deep voice.

"Well, I'm actually worried about my career!"

"career?"

"Let's put it this way, Ye Xiu can play for 10 years, and Han Wenqing can play for 10 years. The media and netizens regard them as gods and miracles, inspiration and legends. What does this mean?" Sun Xiang paused, his tone suddenly serious, "10 years, 10 years from now?"

The young Captain Samsara didn't make a sound.

"I can play for 10 years. I will. I still believe that we will win the championship." Sun Xiang looked at the poster on Jiang Botao's wall, and fixed his eyes on the words commemorating the championship of the ninth season. "And then?"

"Ten years is the limit." Zhou Zekai seemed to see the deep fear in his heart, and read the words for Sun Xiang.

"...Yes." Sun Xiang pushed his bangs back and scratched his hair a few times. This action represented his anxiety, "Ye Xiu's existence is a cruel reality. I didn't realize it at first, but one day suddenly, Accidentally clicked on the post-match interview, and their boss told the reporter, Ye Xiu was too tired, I was so excited..."

"You're scared." Zhou Zekai hit the nail on the head.

"Yes, I'm afraid." Sun Xiang bit each word more and more difficultly, "I'm not only afraid, I'm not reconciled, very reconciled! Zhou Zekai, have you ever thought about the day you retire? Retire calmly, holding flowers and ribbons Compete with a V, and then leave? I can't accept it. When I think about retiring, my hand speed will not be good, my brain can't turn around young players, and my reaction can't keep up. Damn! How can I do it! I want to stay in Glory, but what if one day , Glory doesn't need me, I'm sure I'm terrified!"

"I know."

Zhou Zekai only used two words, but "myself" quickly calmed down.

"That's right," Sun Xiang heard "myself" say, "So I made a decision. Not a decision, eh, a secret plan?"

For those who take the initiative to mention their secrets, the subtext is eager to "ask quickly".

But Sun Xiang waited for a long time, Zhou Zekai still sat quietly, as if he could just fall asleep without pushing him.

"Aren't you curious?" Sun Xiang couldn't help it, urging with extreme annoyance.

"Curiosity." There was an indistinguishable smile in Zhou Zekai's voice.

"...Hmph, then I said it. After retiring, I plan to—" Sun Xiang straightened up, raised his chin, and showed the momentum of giving a speech on the podium—even though he only had Zhou Zekai in the audience at the moment , "I want to form a team! Not the captain, but the boss, the kind of investor!"

To his surprise, Zhou Zekai didn't immediately express surprise or approval—in short, it wasn't any of the reactions he expected. Zhou Zekai only said calmly: "It's difficult to be a team. Funds, personnel, and timing."

"You still need to mention it?" Sun Xiang wanted to be angry, but maybe the three words Zhou Zekai threw out all hit his point, and he couldn't help but nodded in agreement, "Of course I have considered it."

As he spoke, he unconsciously rubbed his chin against the pillow, and muttered: "...I have considered everything thoroughly."

"For example?" Zhou Zekai spoke out at the right time before Sun Xiang felt wronged.

Sun Xiang's eyes lit up: "It's a lot. Of course, the money needs to be saved, and it's not enough. It needs financing. But it's not critical. Let me give you an example. For example, in terms of health and chairs, it's not about who invests more in the brand. It can really protect the lumbar and cervical spine, the popularization of sports medicine knowledge, the equipment of medical insurance, oh yes, in addition to physical health, there is also psychological counseling..."

"Well, it's very important." Zhou Zekai affirmed.

"Let's just say, there are some things that only those who have been players can consider!" Sun Xiang was very happy to empathize with Zhou Zekai, and raised his chin, "Also, for example, the mode of receiving promotions must also be changed. The idiot boss asked the substitute players to do the live broadcast every day when he had nothing to do, and he thought he had a special economic savvy, who knew that those substitute players would be able to spend some time on training when they were on the live broadcast..."

As soon as Sun Xiang opened the chatter box, he couldn't stop talking.

"In short," he said at the end, "what I want to do is to be the best, to be a good boss, to cultivate the strongest team, and to do something awesome! E-sports Weekly was shocked! Ten years later, I couldn’t write a tearful farewell, so I knelt down and wrote to me, um, Boss Sun’s gorgeous turn.”

In his tone, there is vigorous self-confidence, courage, and deep disdain for the comfortable life that most glory players dream of after retiring.

It was the kind that was heard by the manager, who definitely took it as a joke, shrugged and smiled.

But Zhou Zekai asked, "What's your name?"

"What name?" "I" who was immersed in the beautiful blueprint for the future didn't realize it for a while, "Oh, you said the name of the team?"

"Ah."

"I didn't think about it!" After honestly answering Zhou Zekai's question, "I" touched my nose in embarrassment, "No... Of course I remembered a good name, but it's not important right now, I'll talk about it later!"

"Mercury." Captain Samsara beside him said suddenly.

"Ah? It's so ordinary, how amazing is it?"

"The closest planet to the sun."

"The closest to the sun, the closest to the sun..." Sun Xiang mulled these two words thoughtfully, and suddenly slapped his thigh, "I understand! What you mean is that glory is like a day-by-day journey, while Mercury Is it closer to the sun than anyone else, and most likely to touch its existence?"

"Yeah." Zhou Zekai raised his head and looked over in the darkness, his gaze was filled with soft and secret happiness, but unfortunately Sun Xiang couldn't feel it.

He just kept repeating the word, and finally told Zhou Zekai solemnly: "I will remember it. You can wait to see this word appear on the headlines in the future!"

I can't remember how long they chatted. They both drank alcohol and had the function of a biological clock.

In a daze, Sun Xiang only felt that his heart was filled with lightness and joy.He slowly smelled the smell of alcohol on Zhou Zekai's body, the fragrance of fermented wheat was not unpleasant, but it made people want to get closer.In the end, they seemed to be head to head, shoulder to shoulder, leaning together, falling asleep in the same drunkenness, dreaming of midsummer night's stars, moonlight and 20-year-old fearlessness.

5.

The sunshine temperature in late autumn is getting less and less, but it is bright and bright enough.It relentlessly shined on Sun Xiang's face, and finally woke up a certain guy who was lying in bed.

"What time is it?!" Sun Xiang sat up dazedly, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and he immediately began to look for the phone in a panic.

"8:14." Someone answered him at the door, "The alarm clock rang at 8 o'clock."

The implication is that he pressed it himself, and then fell asleep.

Sun Xiang rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and saw clearly that the tall and straight figure at the door belonged to a guy who was so drunk the night before, and then remembered what stupid and rascal things this friend had done...

"Thank you for the reminder." Sun Xiang gritted his teeth, jumped out of bed expressionlessly, found his mobile phone to confirm the itinerary and time, and didn't notice why he had an extra quilt on his body, "I have an 11 o'clock plane, so I have to leave quickly."

"Well, it's too late." Zhou Zekai said.

"It's too late. It takes at least an hour to go to Hongqiao in the morning rush hour. My car is parked at the company, and I have to walk there for 1 minutes to pick it up. No, why are you still here? Alas, I don't have time to make breakfast today. Just a hot cup of milk will Just get down." Sun Xiang passed Zhou Zekai, walked out of the master bedroom, walked into his own room, dug out the clothes in the suitcase and changed.Because his mind was in a hurry, he completely didn't remember to avoid Zhou Zekai when he undressed and dressed.

"It's in time." As if he had expected it, Zhou Zekai followed Sun Xiang to the door of the guest bedroom at some time, met Sun Xiang's suspicious gaze, raised his chin with his chest in the direction of the restaurant, "Breakfast is available. I'm going to the airport too, turn around Together."

"What together..." Sun Xiang paused as he put on his tie.

He belatedly realized what Zhou Zekai was talking about just now.

The man in front of him stood in front of him wearing a plain gray shirt.But whether the clothes look good or not, 99% is only related to people.Wearing it, Zhou Zekai stood in the morning light, with the cuffs folded half an inch, revealing a section of his forearm. He looked charming and mature in an instant, not the slightest bit of the dazed and wronged Bala last night.

Sun Xiang had to admit that the 30-year-old Zhou Zekai was still impeccable in appearance.Not only did he not regress in the slightest, but he was also more temperamental than the young captain he saw when he first transferred to Samsara.

Standing there casually, tilting his head and smiling slightly, even a straight man like himself would miss half a beat of his heart.

It is said that looking at beautiful things will make you feel better, not to mention that this "scenery" just helped me solve a troublesome thing.Sun Xiang's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and, infected by Zhou Zekai's unhurried rhythm, he couldn't help but smile.

"That's a good thing." Sun Xiang hooked his lips and said half-jokingly, "Please Mr. Zhou, just return yesterday's favor."

After he finished speaking, he got his wish and saw Zhou Zekai showing a confused expression.

But he didn't know how important it was that he had completely forgotten his dream while making fun of Zhou Zekai's memory loss.

TBC