[full-time] has been quiet

[full-time] has been quiet

Author: Rolling Song

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I have nothing, but I give all my tenderness for you.

I am lonely and courageous, and I only hope that I can be with you in this life.

Wrap yourself carefully in solitude, but can't help getting closer to you.In the end, you seem to have heard the voice in my heart, hugged me and said——

"Don't give up, the future and me."

Give me tenderness, bring me light, give me hope, all of these are actually you.

You are me, the only salvation in the abyss.

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◇Male protagonist Huang Shaotian

◇The author is Little Prince Calvin

◇If you feel unwell after reading the text, please jump out of the car and escape as soon as possible

◇Thanks to everyone who likes this article

Content tags: Sweet love in the city

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01 Faith in a lifetime

Yun Lan once again clenched the phone in her hand, flashed the blacked screen back on, fixed her eyes on the phone number she finally got, stood there without moving, and the screen went black again.After a few seconds, she finally made up her mind and tremblingly clicked on the phone, broadcasting the number, and cleared her throat that was too hoarse due to nervousness before the person on the other end connected.

The phone was connected, "Hello? Hello."

"Hello, Manager Lan Yu, I'm Yun Lan, a reporter from E-Sports Home, and I want to do an exclusive interview with Huang Shaotian." He clenched his fists tightly, and felt a little pain from his fingernails pinching his palms.She was trying to make herself talk to each other in a calm tone.

A hesitant voice came from the other side, "Well... But before the e-sports home was always visited by Reporter Zhao..."

Before Manager Lan Yu finished speaking, Yun Lan quickly interrupted him, "Because I'm still an intern, Senior Zhao sent me to do this exclusive interview to gain experience."

"Okay then. When will Reporter Yun come over?"

"Is it convenient now? I'll be right there."

Then the other party explained a few more words and hung up the phone.

Yun Lan let out a long sigh of relief, she didn't expect to get away with it so easily.In fact, she is not an "intern reporter of e-sports home" at all, but one of Huang Shaotian's many small fans.It may not be accurate enough to say this, when Huang Shaotian just entered the league and showed his talents, Yun Lan became his diehard fan when he was still a college student, and has been silently following Huang Shaotian's growth.After graduating from university, he left his hometown H city and came to G city, just to protect the people he had followed for three years.

Some time ago, I accidentally got a call from Blue Rain's manager. Now that the first round of the regular season of the eighth season of Glory has just ended, Blue Rain has won a 10-0 victory. She came up with this way to meet her idol. one side.

Yun Lan raised her head and looked at the magnificent Blue Rain Club in front of her, lamenting that the right time, place and people made it worthwhile for her to hesitate for more than half an hour under the scorching sun at two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

Beads of sweat slid down the curve of her chin, Yun Lan took out a paper handkerchief from her pocket and wiped it briefly, then walked to an ice cream stand not far away, "Boss, bring me an old popsicle." He took out one and handed it to her, Yun Lan took it and looked at the ice cream as if thinking of something, "Well...give me another one." After paying the money, she trotted all the way into the Blue Rain Club without hindrance.

As soon as she entered the hall, she felt the air-conditioning rushing towards her face, which made her feel quite refreshed.

Manager Lan Yu said that Huang Shaotian would wait for her in the reception room on the second floor. This inexplicable strange feeling made her feel a little uneasy, and she couldn't calm down even if she wanted to calm down.Yun Lan gritted her teeth, "Forget it, don't worry about it." Then she opened her legs and continued walking towards the reception room apprehensively.

She gently pushed open the wooden door of the reception room, but there was still a slight sound. The man who was sitting on the leather sofa kicking his legs bored heard the sound and looked up at her. Bouncing up to her, "Hahaha, you are the reporter Yun who wants to interview me? Not bad, you came very quickly. I have to say that you are very discerning in interviewing me."

The person whom she had been thinking about for three years appeared so real in front of her eyes, Yun Lan was a little flustered and didn't know what to say, so she just stupidly handed over an old popsicle in her hand, "Here, here you are..."

Looking at Huang Shaotian, who was close at hand, wearing a white T-shirt and light blue shorts showing a fair calf, he couldn't help but blush.

Huang Shaotian took the old popsicle that Yun Lan handed over, tore open the package, and took a bite of the ice cream in his hand, "I'm sorry to have bought a popsicle as a gift, haha, then do you want me to shake it off for you?" Some things that ordinary people don’t know, such as how shameless and despicable Ye Qiu is... Hey, why are you blushing? Forget it, let’s start the interview.” He sat back on the leather sofa again, and patted the vacated space on the sofa. There was nothing, and motioned Yun Lan to sit over.

A little excited, I sat down next to him, took out a newly purchased sketchbook and a pencil eraser from my backpack, and asked Huang Shaotian a question of "what do you think of this game", and then he spoke eloquently. Get up, and she opened the notebook and began to describe Huang Shaotian's appearance.

The dazzling sunlight in the afternoon refracted in through the glass, shining on Huang Shaotian's hair, coating it with a layer of warmth.A few rays of deflected light hit Yun Lan's book, the pure white paper reflected light slightly, the appearance of the person in the painting was hazy in the light, and the outline was blurred.

After Huang Shaotian finished answering the first question eloquently, he looked at Yun Lan with bright eyes, as if he was very happy because he was not interrupted by others who were annoying, and looked forward to what she would ask again.

Unable to live up to his expectations, Yun Lan faked a cough and asked a very formulaic question that all reporters would ask, "Then do you have any goals for this season?"

"There is only one goal, of course it is to win the championship with Blue Rain." The answer was expected.

As soon as the words fell, Yun Lan couldn't help but asked a question that she always wanted to know, "What kind of girl does Huang Shao like?"

"Hmm... I like it... Hey wait, why are you asking this question? Are you a reporter from Entertainment Weekly?" Huang Shaotian, who was about to answer, immediately realized that something was wrong.

Yun Lan laughed a few times, "Hehe, I'm just curious. It doesn't matter if you don't answer."

Fortunately, Huang Shaotian didn't pay much attention to it. He saw that Yun Lan, who had been writing and drawing on the notebook with a pen, finally stopped, and then closed the notebook, revealing only the cover with floral prints.So he poked his head over, "Have you finished writing the general content of the manuscript? Let me have a look."

Originally, it was just a casual remark, but Yun Lan tightly hugged the notebook in her arms like a child, with an expression of swearing to die, which naturally aroused Huang Shaotian's curiosity, but he still pretended to be indifferent and retreated. Going back, Qianqian stretched her waist, "Tch, why are you so stingy."

Seeing Huang Shaotian's indifferent attitude, she relaxed and moved her body back to its original position.In the end, the book in his arms was snatched away by the person opposite. Like a child in kindergarten, he shook the book in his hand showing off, "Hahaha, I got it!"

At that moment, Yun Lan deeply doubted, is that really the idol she has liked for so many years?Instead of a funny comparison sent by which monkey?

Temporarily forgetting the sketchbook that fell into Huang Shaotian's hands, she stood up involuntarily and leaned forward, stretched out her hands to attack Huang Shaotian's white and tender cheeks, pinched both sides and pulled outward a few times, the delicate feeling from her fingertips At this time, she is completely immersed in the mysterious field of "so cute and comfortable".

But Huang Shaotian, who was attacked by someone, was stunned, and stopped his movements in a daze, and just popped out four words, "...What are you doing?"

Yun Lan, who was still immersed in the realm of mystery, replied naturally, "Squeeze your face." Then she pulled his face out twice.

But this time it wasn't just Huang Shaotian who was stunned.

Realizing that she had done something even more funny than the Monkey Pie, Yun Lan hurriedly got up and apologized, and kept bowing to him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

In the empty reception room, Yunlan's apology was constantly ringing out, and she seemed to be demonstrating over and over again how to bend at a 90-degree perfect bow.

Huang Shaotian was also embarrassed to keep asking the girl who interviewed him to apologize and touched his nose, "It's nothing...don't say I'm sorry." But he still secretly slandered that he was pinched by someone other than his mother. It was a reporter who met for the first time, and it was an indescribably strange feeling. The mood would not be too bad, but it would not be too pleasant either.

Then he held the open notebook in front of him, "Is this the sword master? It's not bad, it has completely drawn the handsomeness of the sword master, but why didn't I see the manuscript you wrote? Could it be that you just draw this picture?"

Yun Lan, who finally stopped bowing, straightened up, her smooth black hair stuck to her face messily, her forehead bangs were slightly puffed up, and her eyes, which were filled with a layer of water mist due to her excitement, looked at her book The sketchbook in Huang Shaotian's hand has Huang Shaotian's appearance impressively drawn on it.

At this time, she wasn't happy because Huang Shaotian praised her painting, she was focused on whether to tell Huang Shaotian the truth or not.She felt that her brain was not a brain, but a tangle of twine.

Yun Lan brushed the hair sticking to her face behind her ears, and sat down on the leather sofa again, thinking that she should not