paranoia

Looking at the confident Han Junjing on the podium, Song Wanzhou lowered his head in embarrassment.

Thinking of Han Junjing squatting in front of him just now, his eyes were full of surprises, he didn't even say a word of reproach, and he didn't ask why he didn't contact him all these years.

He was listening to Han Junjing's speech, but he didn't remember a single word.

When it was time for someone else to continue imparting experience, Song Wanzhou managed to hear a few words, and Han Junjing picked up a stool from the empty seat and sat next to him.

His companion's eyes signaled him to come back, but he smiled, his thin lips slightly parted, silently making lip shapes: "I'll just sit here."

After finishing speaking, he stopped looking ahead, tapped his knuckles on his knees a few times without haste, and smiled even more, gently teasing Song Wanzhou's restless heart with a voice that only the two of them could hear : "Didn't you hear it just now?"

Being hit, Song Wanzhou lowered his head to look at him even more embarrassed, and nodded slightly to admit it.

Han Junjing didn't laugh at him either, and stretched out his hand to push the hair covering his face behind his ears, but stopped when he was still a knuckle away from the hair, and asked softly, "Can I touch it?"

Song Wanzhou recalled that when he was a child, he was very stingy, and Han Junjing would come to his house with all his toys to find him every time, wanting to play with him, but before he could touch the toys, Song Wanzhou The fleshy hand hit Han Junjing's hand with a 'snap', and angrily reprimanded him: "Brother Xiao Han, don't touch my toys! I will be angry!"

Seeing that Song Wanzhou didn't respond, Han Junjing said again: "Will you be angry?"

Song Wanzhou raised his head, and pulled Han Junjing's hand a little closer, until he was close enough to touch his hair before letting go. His voice was so small that he could hardly hear it: "It's ok, don't be angry."

Han Junjing probably didn't expect that Song Wanzhou would take the initiative to shake his hand. Unable to hide his satisfied smile, he grabbed the hand he wanted to hide, and then with the hands of the two of them, he put the hand on Song Wanzhou's cheek. The hair is hooked behind the ears.

Feeling that the temperature in his hand was getting higher, Han Junjing quickly let go of it, and said politely and gently: "Yangyang, long hair is more suitable for you."

Song Wanzhou had the impression that when he met Han Junjing, he had long hair. He didn't remember when he saw him with short hair, so he asked suspiciously, "Have you ever seen me with short hair?"

Han Junjing nodded slightly: "It was a long time ago, you were probably only this tall at that time, and you were holding..."

Watching him gesturing for his height, Song Wanzhou could probably guess when it was, and explained, "Dad, adopt my dad."

A trace of surprise flashed across Han Junjing's face, and then he continued, "Is he treating you well?"

Song Wanzhou nodded: "Okay, very good, I am very grateful to their family."

Han Junjing hadn't seen his younger brother Yangyang for a long time, and he had many questions in his stomach, but when it came to his lips, he only said lightly, "That's all right."

The classroom is not the best place to reminisce about the old days. After saying this, Han Junjing closed his mouth and looked at Song Wanzhou seriously to see how he had changed over the years.

Apart from being taller and not as mellow as before, he can't tell what changed about Song Wanzhou, it seems that only his name has changed, but he is still his younger brother Yangyang.

The time to get together is always short, and Han Junjing didn't sit for a few minutes before they should leave.

Knowing that the No. [-] Middle School is strictly controlled, and usually the mobile phone has to be handed over to the teacher, before leaving, Han Junjing specially asked Song Wanzhou for a piece of paper, and wrote his private number on it, so that he could use the landline in the dormitory to make a call when he went back at night. He saved it.

"Yangyang, I'm fine on Saturday morning. Don't go back, I'll pick you up and send you off after dinner."

Song Wanzhou nodded, and suddenly remembered that Bai Yiyu was coming on Friday night, and asked, "Can I bring a friend with me?"

Han Junjing rubbed his head amusedly, and said, "Yangyang can take whoever he wants, don't tell me."

Obviously the three people outside the back door were already urging Han Junjing who was deliberately delaying time, so he turned around and whispered, "Did Yang Yang not call me 'Brother Xiao Han'?"

Although Song Wanzhou was a little shy and felt a bit embarrassed to call so intimately at such an adult, he still called softly, "Brother Xiao Han, goodbye."

After hearing what he wanted to hear, Han Junjing smiled with satisfaction, waved to his companion, added, "See you on Saturday." Then he left.

The people in the class were curious about the familiar relationship between the two. After class, Song Wanzhou formed a group, chattering. Three-quarters of the people asked for Han Junjing's contact information, and the rest asked for his contact information. It is to ask what is the relationship between the two.

Song Wanzhou felt that it was a bit strange to say that the two were neighbors when they were young, so the words turned around in his mouth: "He is my brother."

The girl was happier now, shouting that she would go out with Song Wanzhou on Saturday.

He had never dealt with girls before, let alone so many girls. He blushed a little embarrassed and said, "Sorry, I really can't take you there."

They didn't really want to go, they didn't expect Song Wanzhou to take it seriously, and after joking with him, he went back to his seat and continued with the unfinished question.

On Friday night, Song Wanzhou had just finished his evening self-study and was walking towards the dormitory when he saw Bai Yiyu greeting him at the stairs, so he hurried over and asked, "Why didn't you wait in the dormitory?"

Bai Yiyu dragged Song Wanzhou to the corner, looked around for no one, and whispered, "Wanzhou, I seem to be able to make money!" No matter how low his voice was, his joy and excitement could be heard in his tone.

Song Wanzhou has always known about Bai Yiyu's part-time job to earn money. When he heard him say that, he thought he had found a part-time job with better conditions, so he said in the same low voice, "Have you found a new part-time job?"

Bai Yiyu squinted her eyes and smiled so that her eight neat teeth were exposed, she shook her finger at Song Wanzhou mysteriously: "No."

Song Wanzhou then guessed a few more answers he could think of, even talking about picking up money on the road, but Bai Yiyu still shook his finger.

In the end, he couldn't hold back anymore, coughed a few times, and whispered to Song Wanzhou's ear in the smallest voice, "I'm going to play professionally."

"Huh? What is playing a profession?"

Song Wanzhou lived a relatively outdated life, and usually used his mobile phone to answer calls and send text messages. He had never been in contact with the outside world, and he didn't understand what Bai Yiyu said about "playing a job" at all. He thought it was the latest Part-time job code.

Bai Yiyu simply said, "It's just to play games to make money."

Bai Yiyu didn't care about his studies. After studying hard for a year, he found it boring, so he began to think about ways to make money. He always skipped evening self-study in order to get a part-time job.

He was underage, so he had nothing to choose, so he borrowed an adult ID card to ask around.

Washing dishes in the back kitchen of a restaurant, working as a waiter in a bar, a clerk in a convenience store, and staying up all night at an Internet cafe to guard the stalls.

He has been working part-time for almost a year, and what he likes most is working as a network administrator in an Internet cafe. The job is easy and the salary is paid daily. When he is free, he can also salvage some extra money for others.After a long time, even the boss couldn't help but praise him for his talent, he can learn any game, and after a little practice, he can walk sideways in the Internet cafe.Knowing that he was short of money, I asked him if he wanted to play games to make money when he got the opportunity, and pushed him to become a youth trainee, with a monthly salary, and the opportunity to play professionally, making money faster.

Bai Yiyu couldn't resist the temptation, agreed, and promised to try it first.

In fact, he doesn't think too much, as long as he can make money, anyway, the training is usually at night, he can go out over the wall, and then go back in the morning.Their school basically doesn't care about it, even if he really doesn't go back, no one will say anything about him.

Bai Yiyu held that "If you can play professionally, you can stay, if you can't play professionally, you can pay the bill and leave, and then go back to continue to guard the stall and help others fight." ' The idea was to train at the base west of the city for about a month.I thought he had nothing to do, and was about to pack up and go home, but the coach secretly called him to the office, gave him a contract, and asked him to think about it.

Bai Yiyu doesn't know the law, but he still knows how to read. The contract clearly stated that he can only train with him as a substitute player of the first team. He said that he was a substitute, but the salary was not much different, so Bai Yiyu thought it was okay, so he signed it without reading much. .

Just after signing the contract, he couldn't wait to come to his good friend, and wanted to share this joy with him.

Song Wanzhou doesn't know anything about playing games, and he doesn't know how to make money by playing games.Cautiously asked Bai Yiyu the name of their club, searched the Internet with his mobile phone, saw that the reviews were good, and the treatment was good, thinking that as long as Bai Yiyu liked it, it would be fine, so he nodded in agreement.

While wishing him sincerely, he was also a little anxious. Pointing to Bai Yiyu's heart, he couldn't help but ask, "Ayu, is it okay for you to stay up late for a long time?"

Bai Yiyu patted his chest to make a promise: "It's okay, the big deal is to make up at school during the day, don't you see that I don't go to bed until three or four in the evening now."

Song Wanzhou was still worried, but looking at Bai Yiyu's joy, he couldn't bear to spoil his interest, so he said "less late nights, pay more attention to your body" and stopped nagging him.

With limited conditions, I went to the commissary to buy him a bottle of Yakult to celebrate briefly.

Bai Yiyu promised to invite Song Wanzhou out for a good meal when he got his first month's salary.

The two chatted quietly until the lights were about to turn off. Song Wanzhou suddenly remembered that he hadn't told Bai Yiyu about the meal, so he quickly stopped his chattering mouth and asked, "Ah Yu, are you free tomorrow morning?"

Bai Yiyu lay sideways on the bed, leaving as much space as possible for Song Wanzhou, raised his hand to the incandescent lamp, squinted his eyes and said, "Yes, I'm only going to the club in the afternoon. What's the matter? Do you want to go somewhere to play? Hehe, the owner of the Internet cafe just paid me my salary, and I can take you to eat delicious food. The money is not a lot, but the food can be slightly better than last time."

Song Wanzhou was sleeping in the bed, leaning against the wall as well, motioning for Bai Yiyu to come over: "No, someone will invite me to dinner tomorrow, and I want to take you with me."

Bai Yiyu didn't move, the incandescent lamp was shining so brightly that his eyes were sore, he rubbed his eyes to bring out the tears, and said, "Who is it? Do I know him?"

Song Wanzhou pulled a tissue from the pillow and handed it to him: "Yeah, you've seen it before. It's the guy who lived next door to my house."

Bai Yiyu suddenly realized, "Oh! I remember! Wan Zhou, did you meet him today?"

"No, it was last Sunday."

After listening to the whole process, Bai Yiyu hurriedly urged Song Wanzhou: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, your brother Xiao Han will come to pick you up tomorrow."

Song Wanzhou smiled and said, "Okay then, good night."

Bai Yiyu hung beside the bed, stretched out his hand to turn off the light: "Wan Zhou, good night."