he came from the mirror

Tang Yu handed Fang Ziming a cigarette, but was rejected by the other party, so he put the cigarette back into the box: "Just know the surname, do you still want to know about the [-]th generation of his ancestors? Do you need my ID card?" Can I tell you the number?"

Fang Ziming heard that he was complaining about the equation to him, so he raised his elbow and slapped him: "You can shut up."

Unexpectedly, the man avoided Tony and winked at him cryptically.

They had spent some time together in the mirror world and knew each other a little bit. Tang Yu glanced over, and Fang Ziming immediately understood what he meant - Tang Yu didn't want Tony to have a deep friendship with him.

Although I don't know the reason, Fang Ziming thought of the 37 holes in the opposite door, and suddenly he didn't have any desire to make friends with the second-year teenagers.

The two of them were "eye-catching" at the side, and the boy on the sofa next to him quit immediately.Tony stretched out his leg and kicked Tang Yu's couch, trying to win their attention back: "Hey, you really don't want to introduce this new friend to me?"

Only then did Tang Yu turn around and ruthlessly rejected his friend request: "Yes, no."

Tony rolled his eyes: "Okay, you little bitch, at worst, I'll check it myself."

Tang Yu put the cigarette in his mouth in his hand, flicked the ash as if unintentionally, and said, "Tony, what do you want to do?"

The hot cigarette butt precisely hit the center of Tony's forehead. The boy was burned to the scalp, and immediately stood up like a squirrel, alertly saying: "Why, I can't check him? Why?"

"There's no reason." Tang Yu glanced at Fang Ziming and suddenly laughed, "It's just that I don't like it."

Tony looked at him like a ghost: "Tom, I haven't seen you for more than four months, why do you look like you are not the Tom I know anymore?"

TOM used to be too lazy to even do work!This guy never interferes with the behavior of his companions, whether it is good or bad, unless it hurts himself, he should prefer to stay out of it and watch from the sidelines.

After knowing each other for more than three years, Tony has never seen him protect the privacy of any of his friends—except for this young Asian who is sitting next to TOM and looking at them curiously.

Because Tony can't speak Mandarin, Tang Yu had been introducing the two of them in English before. At this time, he was surprised by Tang Yu's unusual attitude, and he couldn't help but use his mother tongue, so Fang Ziming understood the following words I don't understand.

He looked at Tang Yu with a questioning expression in his eyes. The latter leaned on the back of the sofa in all directions, then leaned over to the young man and whispered to him.

"He thought you were my new partner and wanted to lure you into the team." Tang Yu whispered in Chinese in his ear, "I think he has bad intentions, so tell him to go away."

Fang Ziming raised his eyebrows: "Pull me into the gang? You use this word very delicately."

Tang Yu blinked and said innocently: "No, no, I want to be friends with you. The Chinese language is profound and profound. I just returned to China, and I'm not very proficient in choosing words and making sentences."

Fang Ziming: "Make it up, keep making it up for me."

Tang Yu: "Oh, just pretend you didn't hear what I said..."

Tony next door said quietly: "Hey, how long are you going to keep eyeing and ignoring me?"

The two stopped, Fang Ziming nodded at him, and said in English: "Sorry, can we talk in English? Since we don't understand each other's native language."

Tony stared at him with interest: "Yes, yes."

After finishing speaking, he stood up from the sofa, put his right hand in front of his abdomen, and put his left hand behind his waist. He bent slightly and gave an exaggerated gentleman's salute: "Let me introduce myself again. My name is Tony Treacy, and I am 16 years old this year. , a Turk, who likes playing with computers, likes taffy, likes to provide logistical technical support, and was one of TOM's former temporary partners."

This Turkish boy has brown curly hair, his eyes are also brown, and there are a few faint freckles on his nose and cheeks. In addition, the boy's expression is very vivid when he speaks, which makes him look more beautiful than others. The actual age is five or six years younger.

Like a lively little firecracker.

Fang Ziming sized him up secretly, stood up, and shook hands with the boy: "Hi, just call me Fang. I'm 24 this year. I'm from Huaguo. I'm an ordinary friend of Tom."

"Ordinary friends?" Tony withdrew his hand, tilted his head and looked him up and down: "Oh, come on, why are you so wary of me?"

He turned to look at Tang Yu: "TOM, I don't believe that you really want to retire. You are not yet 30 years old, and the little money you have saved is definitely not enough for retirement in the next few decades."

Speaking of this, Tony suddenly got stuck, as if he finally remembered something, pointed at Tang Yu and shouted loudly: "That's right! You still owe me five thousand dollars and haven't paid it back! Damn, I almost forgot, TOM, what are you going to do?" When are you going to pay me back?!"

Fang Ziming expressed his admiration for the boy's bungee-jumping style of chatting. Tang Yu was obviously used to it. He waved his hand and said with drooping eyelids, "I'll find a job as a gatekeeper in a few days, and I'll pay you back when I get paid. "

Tony: "..."

The young boy turned his head and asked Fang Ziming seriously: "Fang, am I ignorant? Could it be that you are actually making a lot of money by guarding the gates here?"

Fang Ziming tried his best to hold back his smile: "I really don't know, after all, I haven't seen the gate before."

Tony said to himself: "I always feel like I've been tricked by TOM again. Wait a minute, I want to check the salary situation of the employed groups in Huaguo online."

Tang Yu clicked his tongue and began to chase people away: "Go back to your hometown to check, don't be an eyesore to me. Leave quickly, I'm going to sleep and go back to sleep."

As soon as Tony heard what he said, he didn't check any salary immediately, and jumped over to grab his arm: "TOM, think again! If this business is successful, the commission is enough for us to squander for three to five years." , when the time comes, why do you still look at the gate, wouldn't it be nice to lie down and retire?"

Tang Yu interrupted his persuasion, and said coldly: "The huge amount of reward on the arrest warrant already speaks volumes."

"I've already told you that the target person is an old man in the middle of his life. He has been engaged in clerical work for a long time. He is so delicate and weak that he can't even beat a hen." Tony was not discouraged, and continued: " The employer offered a huge reward, but he wore a cuckold and robbed his wife, and a man would go crazy when he encountered this, I think it makes perfect sense."

Tang Yu was noncommittal, and said: "But you also said that this reward task is not assigned to you, or to all colleagues."

"Yes, I said that before." Tony leaned over and said mysteriously: "However, the Barrett team that took over the task has been busy for three weeks and has made no progress. The employer is already considering changing the team. TOM, This is our chance, never to be missed, never to come again."

Tang Yu said with a smile: "No, this is your chance, I have already retired."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and grabbed Tony by the collar, together with the bulging black backpack on the sofa: "The meeting time is over, and I won't keep you for dinner."

Tony's eyes widened: "Wait, you really don't want to team up with me? That's a huge bounty! I have a way to get the employer to appoint us to accept the commissioned task!"

"Oh." Tang Yu replied with dead fish eyes: "Not interested."

Tony: "You, you, you - I still want to make a fortune with you!"

Tang Yu sneered: "If it wasn't for the fact that other people didn't want to partner with you, and you didn't have the ability to run a solo commission, would you come to me?"

Tony was at a loss for words, his eyes flickered here and there, and he refused to admit it: "Ah, you make me so sad, I just kindly want you to make a fortune together."

Tang Yu directly kicked the door open, threw the bastard out of the door, raised the corner of his mouth and gave him a horrible expression that was not smiling: "I will fly back to China before 12 noon today, and I don't care about you disturbing my sleep , and flew 37 steel nails at me."

Tony opened his mouth to say: "I—"

Tang Yu said kindly: "If you dare to invade Lao Tzu's den illegally again, or harass me in various ways, I will stuff you all into the toilet and then flush it down the sewer, understand?"

Tony shivered in his gentle tone, and replied unconsciously: "Of course I understand..."

Only then did Tang Yu slam the door and lock it in satisfaction, and turned back to the living room.

Fang Ziming was still sitting on the sofa, with a pillow wrapped around his arms, his face was full of interest, and he looked like a standard melon-eating crowd.

Tang Yu pretended not to see the play-watching expression on the other party's face. He bent his right foot when he was about to walk forward, and temporarily changed his way to the bedroom. The man even made a gesture and yawned hugely: "I'm so sleepy, I'm asleep. "

"Wait a minute." Fang Ziming raised his hand and threw the pillow out: "Friend, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Tang Yu caught the "hidden weapon" that flew over with one hand, and said with a straight face: "I've loved it, and I don't want to make an appointment."

Fang Ziming: "..."

what the hell.

There was no movement outside the door. The young boy probably left unwillingly. Fang Ziming pointed in the direction of the door: "Bounty offering, teamwork, entrusting tasks. My friend, when you were abroad, you seemed to have an amazing job." ah."

Seeing his burning eyes, Tang Yu didn't seem to give up easily, so he sighed, brushed his hair, turned around and returned to the sofa, and then sat back down.

"What do you want to know?" The man slumped on the back of the sofa with his head up, with a look of hemiplegia: "First of all, I will probably only answer one of the ten questions."

Fang Ziming stared at his face and said his first guess: "Mercenary?"

Tang Yu replied lazily, "No."

no?Fang Ziming pondered for a while, then asked: "Private detective?"

The man sighed and shook his head innocently.

Fang Ziming: "Then, a professional killer? Or... a professional fighter?"

Tang Yu covered his mouth with one hand, and half a second later, he fell sideways into the sofa cushion, clenched his other hand into a fist and beat the cushion desperately, laughing wildly: "Hahahahaha! Professional, professional hit | hand, Hahahahaha!"

Fang Ziming: "..."

The young man became furious, stood up and kicked him several times: "No, no, you are laughing! Hey, you are still laughing, stop laughing!"

Tang Yu hunched over on the sofa and laughed like a shrimp: "Okay...okay...hahahaha...stop laughing..."

Fang Ziming bent one leg and knelt on the sofa, leaned forward slightly, and shot Tang Yu a condescending gaze of death: "Listen, here are my ten questions."

Tang Yu finally stopped laughing, looked up at him, and pretended to be listening attentively.

Fang Ziming: "What did you do before?"

Fang Ziming: "Multiply the problem by 10."

Tang Yu: "..."

Tang Yu beat the sofa desperately: "Hahahahahaha!"