Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

The Internet cafe owner blew out a puff of smoke and said disapprovingly, "There are so many girls wearing white skirts and ponytails these days. How do I know which one you are talking about?"

Han Shangyan resisted the urge to smear the smoke rings on his boss's face, lowered his voice, and said word by word: "I mean, the little girl who sat there yesterday and puffed up her cheeks like a pufferfish when she lost the game."

The Internet cafe owner was stunned for a moment, as if he was amused by Han Shangyan's sudden metaphor. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, shook off the ash, and said with a smile: "Hey, sir, you are really observant. Could it be that you are attracted to this girl?"

Han Shangyan frowned and glanced at him coldly, with a hint of warning in his tone: "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me whether you know or not."

The Internet cafe owner felt a chill in his heart when he saw his eyes, and quickly put away his smile, saying awkwardly: "This... I really don't have any impression. You know, the people who come to the Internet cafe to surf the Internet are all young people, who would pay attention to these things."

The words of the Internet cafe owner were like a bucket of cold water, pouring down the last glimmer of hope in Han Shangyan's heart. He scratched his hair in annoyance. Damn it, he didn't even know the girl's name, where could he find her?

Walking out of the Internet cafe, the dazzling sunlight made him squint his eyes uncomfortably. On the side of the road, a stray dog ​​lazily lay under the shade of a tree, sticking out its tongue, as if laughing at his incompetence.

Han Shangyan cursed and kicked a can on the side of the road away.

If Han Shangyan wants to find someone, he will never fail to find him!

He just didn't believe that there was anything in this world that he, Han Shangyan, couldn't handle!

Han Shangyan returned to the car, took a gulp of mineral water, and his mind was working rapidly.

The little girl looked like a student, and she was also a computer idiot. She might live nearby.

Thinking of this, Han Shangyan's lips curled up into a determined smile.

He started the car and drove towards several nearby universities.

For several days, Han Shangyan shuttled between major universities, like a weird uncle who was specifically looking for prey.

However, to his disappointment, the figure that had been haunting him never appeared.

Han Shangyan threw his phone onto the passenger seat in annoyance, with the words "CTF World Tour Singapore" flashing on the screen.

The kk team was going to Singapore for a competition, which meant he had to go with them. He had originally hoped that during kk's training in China, he would have more opportunities to run into the "puffer girl" that he had been thinking about all the time, but now all his plans were ruined.

He pounded the steering wheel hard and the horn let out a piercing scream.

In the past few days, he has turned several nearby universities upside down, and even shamelessly squatted downstairs of the girls' dormitory, like a perverted stalker.

What was the result? Not to mention the person, not even a hair was seen. When had Han Shangyan, the all-powerful Gun God, ever been so cowardly?

The phone vibrated again. It was Wu Bai calling.

"The ticket has been booked. It's 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late." Wu Bai's voice was as concise and straightforward as ever, without any nonsense.

"Got it." Han Shangyan responded unhappily and hung up the phone.

Fuck Singapore, fuck CTF!

He rubbed his temples irritably, his mind full of the girl's puffy face, like a cute pufferfish. He even began to wonder if he was possessed by a demon. He had only met her once and didn't even know her name, so why was he so obsessed with her?

No, he had to calm down and think of a solution.

It's time to calm down...

The air in Singapore is humid and hot, as if foreshadowing the end of KK Team's trip.

The game was over, and the bright red "SP" on the big screen stung Han Shangyan's eyes, like a sharp needle piercing into his already irritable heart.

"Boss, it's okay, we will win back next time!" One comforted carefully, afraid of touching Han Shangyan's reverse scale.

Han Shangyan didn't say anything, but tugged at his collar in annoyance, so roughly that he seemed to want to tear it off. The air around him seemed to freeze, filled with a suffocating low pressure.

"Next time? When is the next time? One year? Two years? Or wait until I retire?" Han Shangyan finally spoke, his voice was terribly low, like a demon crawling out of hell.

The team members were all silent, not daring to make a sound. They knew Han Shangyan too well, and at this moment, if anyone dared to say one more word, it would undoubtedly add fuel to the fire.

Wu Bai quietly packed up his equipment. He knew that it was useless to say anything now. Han Shangyan needed time to calm down and an outlet to vent.

……

The bus was filled with the sour smell of failure, a mixture of instant noodles and sweat, which was disgusting. The players were dejected, like eggplants hit by frost, and they were wilted.

"It's all your fault! You shouldn't have rushed in the last wave!" Demo slapped his thigh and pointed at 97 and shouted, "If you hadn't given us a kill, we would have won!"

97 was not to be outdone and retorted, "Bullshit! It was obviously your fault in command, so you blame me?"

"Don't blame others if your skills are not good enough!"

"you……"

After returning home, they were still arguing.

The carriage was in an uproar, with the team members blaming each other, shirking responsibility, and spitting everywhere. Han Shangyan sat in the last row, with his eyes closed, brows furrowed, and said nothing. He felt his temples throbbing, as if countless little bugs were gnawing at them.

These bastards! They only know how to fight among themselves after losing the game. They have no team spirit at all!

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife, and scanned the carriage, scaring the team members so much that they shut up instantly and dared not even breathe.

"What are you arguing about! Shut up!" He growled, his voice as cold as ice: "After losing the game, all you can do is fight among yourselves. Isn't that shameful?!"

There was dead silence in the carriage, and the team members all lowered their heads like children who had done something wrong.

"parking!"

The driver slammed the brakes and the bus stopped on the side of the road. Han Shangyan slammed the door and walked out, leaving a group of team members staring at each other in bewilderment.

……

The air conditioning in the convenience store did not dispel Han Shangyan's irritability. The frustration of losing the game was like an indelible cloud hanging over him. He grabbed a few boxes of mints, picked up a few red envelopes, and walked to the cashier.

"One hundred and twenty-eight in total." The cashier was a young girl with exaggerated pink hair, chewing gum out of boredom.

Han Shangyan took out a card from his pocket and handed it to her. The girl glanced at it, swiped the card quickly, and put the things into the plastic bag. Han Shangyan took the bag and turned to leave.

He tore open a box of mints, and a refreshing mint flavor instantly filled his mouth, but it did not relieve his boredom at all. He crumpled the candy box into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.