paranoia

"Wan Zhou!"

"here!"

Song Wanzhou stood on the street, heard Bai Yiyu's voice, looked around for a week but couldn't see anyone, thinking it was an auditory hallucination caused by too little sleep time.

He bowed his head to confirm the chat record with Bai Yiyu, the address given by the other party was indeed the crossroad he was standing at right now, and he was going to call him to ask why no one was there.

Before I could type it out, I heard the sound of knocking on the glass next to me.

Song Wanzhou turned around, looked into the coffee shop, and saw an armed man sitting by the window, wearing a black mask and a peaked cap embroidered with the team logo, lying on the glass window Breathing out, the word 'Wanzhou' was written stroke by stroke.

With a small smile, he waved to Bai Yiyu who was writing seriously, and then walked in through the main entrance.

As soon as he entered, Bai Yiyu rushed to the door immediately, poked his head out to look around, saw that Song Wanzhou was not followed by others, he was relieved, and pulled him to the private room.

After sitting down and ordering a drink, Song Wanzhou took a sip of white water, stroked the rim of the cup, and waited for Bai Yiyu to open his mouth.

The private room was not very ventilated and there was no air conditioner. Bai Yiyu felt so stuffy that he quickly took off his mask and took a deep breath.

Seeing his flushed face, Song Wanzhou hurriedly opened the door to let the air circulate.

Bai Yiyu covered her face, waved to Song Wanzhou, and said eagerly, "Wanzhou, close it quickly, close it quickly."

Song Wanzhou slightly closed the wide open door, and used the extra stool to block it, leaving a gap: "What's wrong?"

Bai Yiyu blinked her bloodshot eyes, and sighed: "Don't mention it, I was recognized by fans on the street just now, and they asked me to ask, and I almost gave my life to them."

"Didn't you just go to the base yesterday? There are fans so soon? Where's your captain?"

After taking the water that Song Wanzhou handed over, he couldn't wait to pour out all the complaints in his stomach before he could relax.

It turned out that Bai Yiyu escaped today's training and ran out while the others in the base were still catching up on sleep.

He frowned into the word 'Chuan', and his mouth curled up so that it could hang a soy sauce bottle. He looked dissatisfied, and complained angrily to their captain and coach: "Wanzhou, you criticize. It's obviously because the captain is obsessed with the live broadcast and won't return." The coach insisted on blaming us for sleeping in the room! The two of them quarreled and bickered, so we didn’t finish dinner last night. Before I went to the bathroom, the other team members had already slipped away to eat supper, and I missed it! "

The milk tea just came, Song Wanzhou took it from the clerk, pushed the whole sugar cup to Bai Yiyu, motioning him to take a breather.

Bai Yiyu took a deep breath, almost choked on the coconut, and slapped his chest fiercely, saying that he wanted to tell his good friend all the grievances in his heart, and let him feel wronged for himself.

"I didn't make it, and I didn't dodge it. I just knocked down Eye-catching, and was caught by the captain who was broadcasting in a daze."

"I've never been on camera. I wanted to leave but was dragged by the captain, saying that it was written in the contract that I had to show my face in the live broadcast to promote myself. I was stupid because I didn't read the contract. I really believed it. Anyway, I thought the captain would not Fuck me, I'll follow what he says."

"It was pretty good at first, but I didn't understand anyway, and I could only thank the captain after seeing the gifts on the screen. Finally, when the live broadcast was over, the captain suddenly said that he would be retiring from the army next year and start a relationship. I went in because I wanted to be his captain in the future, the fans went crazy, the more I explained, the more chaotic I became. The captain was even more ruthless, let it be 21, and directly blocked the live broadcast.”

"Wanzhou, I just want An Ansheng to be a substitute, and then just get paid. What do you mean by the captain? What does retiring from the army have to do with falling in love? The coach is even more extreme. He secretly watched the captain's live broadcast. When he heard When he spoke, he immediately jumped out from the next room and dragged the captain away. He also threw the blame on me and asked me to overtime. Last night, I practiced until [-] or [-] o'clock, and my hand was almost broken. I saw the coach and the captain as soon as I returned to the dormitory. He Hemu came out of the room and asked me why I stayed up so late! Didn’t he force me to train! It made me half dead!”

"I'm the cannon fodder for their quarrel!"

"Now the fans must hate me to death. I feel that my appearance has taken the captain's position. I am so wronged!"

Song Wanzhou didn't get impatient listening to Bai Yiyu's complaints, instead, he followed his words and said that his coach is an out-and-out bullshit.

Bai Yiyu said with a bitter face: "Wan Zhou, how do you know that our coach is nicknamed Zhou Papi?"

How else would he know, nonsense, Song Wanzhou saw that his tone was no longer so excited, it seemed that he had vented all his anger, so he changed the subject: "Are you hungry?"

Before he could answer, Song Wanzhou checked the time and went out to pay the bill.

Bai Yiyu rubbed his shriveled belly and followed behind him, muttering, "I'm hungry when I talk."

As soon as he walked out of the store, Song Wanzhou's cell phone rang.

Bai Yiyu heard that it was Song Jing's exclusive ringtone, and asked him to quickly answer the call from this little friend.

Mouthing to signal Bai Yiyu not to talk about Song Jing, Song Wanzhou softly asked what was wrong with the anxious person on the phone, but the other party hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

Bai Yiyu, who was waiting at the side, asked him what Song Jing said. Song Wanzhou shook his head: "I guess I got impatient. I'll eat something later. I'll go back and have a look after I'm done."

Bai Yiyu was dissatisfied and said, "How long have you only been out! How come Xiaojing clings to you even more than when he was a child."

Song Wanzhou smiled helplessly: "It would be great if I really cling to me like I did when I was a child."

The original plan for the two of them to go to the shopping mall after having a big meal at noon fell through, because it was Bai Yiyu who asked for a treat, and Song Wanzhou didn't want him to spend more money, so he randomly found a restaurant at home and took a seat.

Looking back at the WeChat message sent by Song Jing with his head down, before the food was served, he heard the joyful voice of Bai Yiyu sitting across from him: "Han Junjing!"

Song Wanzhou raised his head and followed his line of sight. It was Han Junjing who was chatting with his companions outside the door.

Hearing Bai Yiyu's shout, Han Junjing turned his head and saw Song Wanzhou was there, with surprise on his face, he waved to them, said a few words to the people around him, and the two turned around and walked in.

Han Junjing stood by the table against the light, with a slight smile on his lips, and said to Song Wanzhou, "What a coincidence."

Bai Yiyu moved in, and patted the place beside him: "Han Junjing, here."

The man standing beside Han Junjing patted him on the back, apologized to Bai Yiyu, and sat down under his dissatisfied gaze.

"Yangyang, mind if I sit here?"

Song Wanzhou shook his head and made room for Han Junjing.Song Wanzhou was always worried about not going to the dinner that he had made an appointment with yesterday. He felt very sorry and wanted to make up for it. Choosing a date would be better than hitting the date, so the four of them sat together and chatted.

He was about to say sorry when Han Junjing stopped him: "Don't read about what happened yesterday, and treat today's meal as my invitation."

"How can this work, I..."

Han Junjing smiled, and subconsciously wanted to rub Song Wanzhou's hair, but stopped in time: "Isn't it right for me, an older brother, to invite you to dinner? Why, don't you recognize me, Little Brother Han?"

Faced with such jokes, Song Wanzhou couldn't find the right words to refuse, so he had to keep silent.

Although there were two more people, there were not many dishes added.

While waiting, it was mainly Bai Yiyu and Han Junjing who were talking, and Song Wanzhou responded from time to time, and the friends with Han Junjing and his party took out their mobile phones and started playing games after reporting their names. look like.

As soon as the food was served, Han Junjing added a lot to Song Wanzhou's bowl while it was still warm, and asked him how he was doing.

Song Wanzhou was able to intervene by himself, but he seemed a little cautious in the face of Han Junjing's meticulous care, and picked and answered some of his questions.

Bai Yiyu wanted to intervene several times, but was ignored, so he buried his head in the meal angrily.

The peak eating period has passed, and the customers in the store left in pairs, leaving only four people who were still chatting.

Song Wanzhou stopped his chopsticks a long time ago, peeking at his watch from time to time, Han Junjing, who has been paying attention to him, took a panoramic view of his series of small movements, and offered to go to the checkout first and ask them to wait.

Looking at the chat interface where the other party didn't reply, Song Wanzhou's hand that was about to type was grabbed, and when he looked up, he saw Song Jing, who was sweating and panting heavily.

Song Wanzhou took a tissue from the table and wiped his sweaty temples: "Xiaojing, why are you here? Didn't you tell you to wait at home? You're sweating so much, you should catch a cold when the wind blows .”

Song Jing unexpectedly did not refuse his brother's intimacy, and lowered his head slightly so that the sitting Song Wanzhou could reach out.

Han Junjing, who came back with mints after paying the bill, saw a young face sitting in his seat, while Song Wanzhou, who had been indifferent just now, turned his head and talked to him with a gentle smile on his face .

Han Junjing walked over, pursed his lips slightly, and still had a smile in his eyes: "Yangyang, this is it?"

"My brother, Song Jing. Xiao Jing, this is the Han Junjing I told you about."

Song Jing's originally stretched brows suddenly frowned when he heard the word 'Han Junjing', and looked up at the strange man standing behind him.

Before Song Wanzhou continued to introduce, the stern Song Jing stood up and grabbed Song Wanzhou's wrist before going outside.

Han Junjing looked at Song Wanzhou's white wrists flushed, the tails of his eyes raised, his face darkened, he grabbed his other hand, and yelled at Song Jing, "Let go."

The naturalness and unrejection in his words made Song Jing's heart ache, and the strength in his hands increased, fearing that Song Wanzhou would be torn away if he didn't pay attention, he shouted extremely unhappy: "Song Wanzhou! "

Han Junjing didn't expect the other party to be so impolite. Facing Song Wanzhou, who was many years older than him, calling him by his first name, displeasure appeared on his originally kind face, and he turned to a worried face.

"Yangyang?"

Song Wanzhou smiled at him, said it was nothing, then removed Han Junjing's hand on his wrist, and was led out by Song Jing.

Han Junjing stood where he was, clenched his fist with Yu Wen's right hand, looked at Song Wanzhou who was gradually disappearing from sight, and thought, Song Wanzhou's life was not as good as he said.