Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Song Xun took the 500 yuan he got unexpectedly and, for once, was willing to spend it, so he went to the video game arcade with Guo Tong to play around.

Guo Tong sat on a lounge chair and didn't play. He just watched Song Xun compete with the basketball machine. Suddenly, a cell phone rang.

It was the phone that Song Xun placed here.

Looking at Song Xun who was having fun, Guo Tong put his phone aside and ignored him, ready to wait for Song Xun to tell him when he finished playing.

The ringing showed no sign of stopping. After automatically hanging up, it kept ringing again.

Guo Tong was afraid that something urgent might happen, so he stood up and called Song Xun.

The place was too noisy, and because Song Xun was so focused, he didn't hear anyone calling him.

Guo Tong glanced at the ringing phone and simply answered it. Before he could say anything, a male voice with a bit of sternness and rapid speech came from the other end.

"Why aren't you at home? Where are you now?"

Guo Tong frowned: "Xiao Qi is busy now, I'll ask him to get back to you later."

As if he had not expected to hear someone else's voice on Xiaoqi's phone, the person on the other end of the phone paused, and his tone was even more serious than before.

"Who are you? Let Zhang Xiaoqi answer the phone."

Guo Tong: "I told you he's busy. Let him get back to you later."

From the very beginning, Guo Tong was dissatisfied with the commanding tone of the person on the other end of the phone. He probably knew that Xiao Qi had no family or friends, and this person's overly matter-of-fact attitude made him feel uncomfortable.

"I'm asking who you are and why you have Zhang Xiaoqi's phone."

The man gradually became impatient and his tone turned cold.

"Or I can assume that you are impersonating someone else's phone, which has the location information. I can call the police now and ask them to come over."

After all, he was just a freshly graduated student who had not been in the society for long. Guo Tong was stunned by the other party's words and the initiative was taken away from him unknowingly.

"I'm Xiao Qi's friend. I'm just keeping his phone for him."

"Where are you?"

"The arcade on Qianshan Road."

It is not far from Mashui Lane, which is a favorite gathering place for young people.

"Tell Zhang Xiaoqi to come back now." The person on the other end said this and hung up the phone.

Guo Tong was stunned for a while holding the phone, and when he looked up at Song Xun, he found that there was no one at the shooting machine. He quickly stood up and looked around four times, but still didn't see him.

This place is big and crowded, and now it is summer vacation, so there are even more people.

Guo Tong searched for more than half an hour before he ran into Song Xun who was trying to find his way back.

Half an hour ago, Song Xun somehow ended up being surrounded by a group of kids, who gave him some valuable guidance, but he ended up running away in a helpless manner.

After going around in circles for a few times, I realized that I couldn't find Guo Tong.

"Someone just called your cell phone and asked you to go back."

Song Xun took the phone and knew who the person was without opening it. There was only one contact in his phone, Zhang Weisheng.

After checking the time, he found that it was already six o'clock. Song Xun looked up and said to Guo Tong, "I should go back."

"Then let's go back." Guo Tong said this. Actually, his original idea was to have dinner outside with Song Xun, but now it was ruined by a phone call.

On the way back, Guo Tong asked, "Does Xiao Qi have other family members here?"

Song Xun said casually: "No."

"So... who is the person who called you?"

Song Xun pondered for a moment, not knowing how to describe the object of his mission. Guo Tong suddenly asked, "Do you live together?"

Song Xun nodded: "They are good friends."

Since they had a good relationship, they could live together. Guo Tong understood what he meant and took out his cell phone and asked, "Can we add each other's contact information?"

"of course can."

After an afternoon, Song Xun felt that Guo Tong could be considered a friend because he had helped him and had played with him.

Guo Tong's house was closer, so Song Xun said goodbye to him and continued walking inside.

The light in the window was on, obviously Zhang Weisheng had returned.

Before Song Xun's hand got close to the door handle, the door was opened from the inside.

Zhang Weisheng looked unhappy: "Why didn't you tell me when you left?"

Song Xun expressed his genuine doubts: "Do I have to tell you when I go out?"

He didn't know what he had said wrong. He saw Zhang Weisheng staring at him with an even uglier expression, as if he was going to continue to stalemate at the door.

So Song Xun changed his words: "I wanted to tell you, but I forgot."

Zhang Weisheng then slightly turned sideways to allow Song Xun to enter.

Song Xun found that there was no sign of fire in the kitchen, so he turned around and asked, "Aren't we eating at home today?"

His focus is always on eating. Zhang Weisheng snorted, "You are so carefree with others outside, and when you come back, you expect me to cook for you, right?"

Song Xun didn't mean that. He thought for a moment and said, "Then I can cook."

"I'm not interested in testing poison." Zhang Weisheng walked into the kitchen and paused when he opened the refrigerator.

Why do I instinctively feel that Zhang Xiaoqi’s cooking skills are not good?

In fact, Zhang Weisheng had never seen Zhang Xiaoqi cook, but he came to such a conclusion.

Song Xun didn't notice anything wrong and waited for the meal without any burden.

But when all the dishes came, I was dumbfounded.

Song Xun is rarely picky about food, so among the four dishes on the table, Zhang Weisheng was able to find out all the ones that Song Xun doesn't like. It's really amazing.

Even Song Xun doesn't like to eat them, which shows that these dishes are really not tasty.

It can be seen that Zhang Weisheng was not in much of an appetite and barely moved his chopsticks the entire time.

Song Xun picked up a piece of bitter melon with chopsticks. It was sweet.

I don’t know how much honey is coated on the outside, it makes my throat dry and greasy. The good bitter gourd has undergone a major transformation.

Song Xun put down his chopsticks and realized that Zhang Weisheng was still angry. He looked up and said disapprovingly, "You are wasting food."

Zhang Weisheng: "I am willing to spend money."

Song Xun was blocked and said unconvincedly: "I also gave you money."

Zhang Weisheng counted the expenses expressionlessly: "Counting the clothes you're wearing, three meals a day, snacks and fruits, and half of the water, electricity, and rent, do you think that seven hundred is enough?"

Song Xun was suddenly heavily in debt. He tried to steer the conversation back to the original point of conflict and resolve the issue.

"If you didn't tell you about this because I went out, I've already said it was me who forgot, it's my fault, but don't you think you have a problem too? If you hadn't shut down my internet, I wouldn't have gone out and wouldn't have forgotten to tell you."

Song Xun was indeed trying to resolve the conflict at the beginning, but as he spoke later he became less aware of his personal emotions and his tone gradually became complaining.

He looked very aggrieved, and in the end he put all the blame on Zhang Weisheng.

"Zhang Xiaoqi, are you saying that what I did was wrong?"

Song Xun denied it, but his tone was different: "I didn't say that. I just made a suggestion. If you don't turn off the Internet casually next time, this won't happen."

Zhang Weisheng laughed: "I admit it, it's my fault. If you want to solve the problem thoroughly, I will confiscate your phone, and today's incident will not happen."