【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

In the early morning of this day, Han Wenqing finished his breakfast as usual, and went downstairs to take a walk in the small garden of Tyranny Club.Just as he finished his walk and was going back to the computer room to start his day's training, a black shadow shot across the bushes like a bolt of lightning.He couldn't dodge it in time, and stepped on it firmly.

"Meow, woof, woof!" The living thing under his feet screamed, and Han Wenqing raised his foot quickly, and saw that it was a wild cat with a whole body in black and green eyes.The cat whose tail was stepped on by him glared at him bitterly, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.

At first, Han Wenqing just sighed that there are more and more wild cats nowadays, but he didn't care much, but then he felt the resentment from that cat.

At nine o'clock in the morning, when he was doing pre-match training, the computer room suddenly lost power.After the repair, the maintenance personnel said that the main switch of the electromechanical control room tripped inexplicably. However, in the two hours since the first time the main switch was pulled back, the electricity in Tyranny's first training room tripped five times. Six times, the team members in the room were agitated, and were finally suppressed by Han Wenqing's cough.

At 11:30 in the morning, Han Wenqing, who managed to finish all the training schedule in the morning before the last trip, decided to go to the cafeteria for lunch.However, counting from the time he stepped out of the training room door, he stepped on three dead mice on the way to the restaurant less than 100 meters away.

Han Wenqing stood in the courtyard, staring solemnly at the bushes where the black cat jumped out in the morning.

"Captain, so you are here." Assassin player Ji Leng of the same team saw Han Wenqing from a distance, and trotted over: "The manager asked me to..."

However, ten steps away, he suddenly stopped and closed his mouth.

In the distance, black clouds overwhelmed the city and threatened to destroy it.

Ji Leng tensed his back, secretly wiped his brow of cold sweat, and slowly took two steps back without any trace.

But Han Wenqing spoke suddenly.

"The season is cold."

"Ah, what's the matter, captain!" Ji Leng conditioned himself to stand upright, with his middle fingers clinging to the seam of his trousers, and Han Wenqing couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it: "Does your family have a cat?"

Ji Leng was stunned: "Yeah...why..."

According to this, Han Wenqing wants to raise a cat?

He secretly imagined it.

Then he shivered.

He really couldn't imagine Han Wenqing hugging a hairball and teasing him intimately, and then became a poop shoveler.

He was wandering in the sky, and heard Han Wenqing ask: "What's your cat's favorite food?"

"Most?" Ji Leng stroked his chin and thought about the purebred British shorthair cat that he usually ignores, but would play tricks and rub against his trousers when it was time to eat. A masochist-like vain smile: "Anyway, it's the most excited when I make iron-plated perch. If you tempt it with iron-plated perch, you can bathe it much faster."

"Is that so..." Han Wenqing was thoughtful.

This day, the cafeteria purchaser didn't buy any fish, so Han Wenqing chose a small restaurant closest to the club and ordered a fish himself.

Han Wenqing, who was not close to ghosts and gods on weekdays, cast a deep reproach on himself when he walked back with the fish in his hand. In the end, he went back to the restaurant and ordered three large pots of clams in scallion oil for his teammates out of his own pocket.

And when the old gourmets in the team cheered and swept away the clams, the black cat that seemed to have become a spirit also licked its paws contentedly, and when it was done, it looked at the Korean text with triangular eyes. Take a look.Although it was still a little uncomfortable to be glanced at by a cat with a Ye Qiu-like expression, Han Wenqing still heaved a sigh of relief and set off to return the plate to the restaurant.

Then he was splashed with beer by Zhang Jiale in the restaurant.

Of course, Zhang Jiale was far more nervous than Han Wenqing.Unconsciously, he paced back and forth in small steps, muttering for a long time, his face was flushed, and then he choked out two words: "Team Han..."

Han Wenqing frowned, handed the tray in his hand to the clerk, took a few from the tissue box on the side table, and wiped his wet clothes.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiale grabbed the tissue box with a dog's legs, and his hands were so fast that he pulled out more than a dozen tissues and was about to paste them all over Han Wenqing's body.Halfway through the movement, he felt that something was wrong, so he bowed at a [-]-degree right angle, and held the tissue box in his hand high in front of Han Wenqing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Team Han, I really didn't see you, I will definitely pay attention next time." Oh oh no, there will be no next time!"

After speaking many words in one breath, Han Wenqing was stunned.He blinked, reached out to take the tissue box in Zhang Jiale's hand, and still didn't forget to say "Thank you": "You are... Zhang Jiale from Team Hundred Blossoms?"

"Yes..." Zhang Jiale burst into tears, "Thank you Team Han for remembering me..."

"A strong opponent, how could I not remember?" Han Wenqing smiled, and glanced at Zhang Jiale with interest: "Team Hundred Blossoms allows drinking?"

"Not allowed..." Zhang Jiale was going to say something casually to prevaricate, but when he looked up and saw Han Wenqing's face, he threw all the lies and nonsense into the back of his mind.After hesitating for a long time, he finally told the truth with a bitter face, and he did not forget to bow his hands to Han Wenqing: "Team Han, please don't tell our captain..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Zheping walked into the store carrying two bottles of orange juice: "Why do you..."

"Big Sun!" As if a savior had come, Zhang Jiale trotted two steps towards Sun Zheping, then hid behind Sun Zheping.Sun Zheping's eyes wandered between Zhang Jiale and Han Wenqing, paused for a moment, stepped forward, and blocked Zhang Jiale with his back, "Team Han."

"Team Sun." Han Wenqing nodded to Sun Zheping, and cast a questioning glance at Zhang Jiale behind him.Zhang Jiale violently tugged on Sun Zheping's back, and Sun Zheping, who knew everything in his heart, moved his body calmly, completely covering Han Wenqing's sight.

Han Wenqing didn't quite know what the two were singing in front of him, seeing Sun Zheping's calm expression, he didn't ask carefully.Thinking about it carefully, the words of greeting are still reserved for tomorrow's team shaking hands before the game, so he doesn't know what topic should be brought up for the three of them to stand in front of the food stall and chat, and let the three of them remain silent for no reason. It's really inappropriate to stare awkwardly in the cold spring night in the city.So in the end, Han Wenqing left in a hurry on the pretext of going back to the team to supervise the training.

Seeing Han Wenqing's back disappear at the end of the food stall street, Sun Zheping heard the person behind him let out a long sigh of relief, and the weight of half of his body was also taken off his body.Twirling left and right, Zhang Jiale jumped out from behind him, with lingering fear on his face: "Oh my mother, I'm finally leaving!"

Sun Zheping had a funny face: "Why do I smell alcohol on Han Wenqing's body? Did you catch him drinking secretly?"

Zhang Jiale stuck out his tongue: "It's more serious than that! I..." In the middle of speaking, he suddenly realized what was wrong, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Sun Zheping's heart was like a mirror, he shook his head helplessly, and threw a bottle of orange juice to Zhang Jiale: "Is there a hole in the pocket this time?"

Zhang Jiale looked puzzled, and immediately came to his senses, and bared two canine teeth at Sun Zheping: "No! Broken!" Excited, his hands lost weight, and the orange juice overflowed as he squeezed the plastic bottle, splashing He alone.

Sun Zheping took out two tissues from the tissue box Han Wenqing put down just now and handed them to Zhang Jiale: "Are you so afraid of him?"

Zhang Jiale snorted heavily, stuck out his tongue, and shrank his head inward while wiping his hands: "Didn't you see how dark Han Wenqing's face was just now?"

"I see, Hei is quite black, but there is still a gap between him and the chief of the South African tribe." Sun Zheping was thoughtful, "Speaking of which, I think it is not much different from him when training people in normal training. Ah? Why didn't I see that you were afraid of me?"

"How can it be the same!" Zhang Jiale exclaimed, "You have the face of a domineering president, while Han Wenqing's is the face of an authentic mafia boss, not at the same level at all."

Sun Zheping was amused and laughed: "Your imagination is really rich, I have become a domineering president hahahaha."

I also imagined that the domineering president fell in love with me.

The cover of the novel hidden in the drawer of the girls in the same class in high school came to mind. Zhang Jiale pursed his mouth and glanced at him angrily: "Thank you for the compliment, do you want to buy me something to encourage me? Maybe I will You can really conceive a plot where the domineering president falls in love with me." The half-truth and half-fake jokes revealed his little thoughts, but fortunately the surrounding night was thick, and the scarlet color on his face was hot Only then did Bo Yun have a place to hide.

"You'd better fantasize about how hot the next day will make Excellent Era go bankrupt, right?" Sun Zheping couldn't help rubbing the top of Zhang Jiale's head with his generous palm, watching him scream "Hairstyle is messed up" Dodging in all directions, a feeling of warmth suddenly felt in his heart for no reason, and he stretched out his hand to hook Zhang Jiale's shoulder: "Look at how stupid you are."

"You're stupid!" Zhang Jiale turned his head to the side and snorted angrily, but finally couldn't bear to shake off Sun Zheping's hand on his shoulder.The warm touch pressed against his skin layer by layer through the unlined clothes. In the evening of Q City in March, which still carried the cold and dry northern air, it rushed all the way to the top of the body along the limbs: "You are the most stupid .”

"Yes, yes, I am the stupidest." Sun Zheping cheerfully put his arms around Zhang Jiale's slightly thin shoulders, "Big smart, have you gone back?"

Zhang Jiale leaned closer to the source of the temperature unconsciously, resisting the urge to rest his head on his shoulder, and said with a warm smile, "Yes. I'm going back."