Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

In the member box of Xinyuan Internet Cafe.

Gong Huasui and Song Xulin sat together in the chairs on the left side of the machine.

One is playing Candy Crush, and the other is playing Pancake Making.

After all, it is a puzzle and stress-relieving game. From time to time, there will be gorgeous praise subtitles popping up and taking up nearly half of the screen, which maximizes the emotional value.

Gong Huasui glanced at the side and saw Song Xulin spreading the pancakes and adding the toppings with ease. He said, "Can we try a different game, a three-person game, like the jumping game we played last time?"

Song Xulin glanced at the game level number on the screen and laughed at it mercilessly.

"Come on, if you have trouble playing Candy Crush, why not take on the porcelain job? Cookie, is there anything to eat? I'm starving."

"No."

"You haven't even looked, how do you know there's nothing?"

"Because four hours and eight minutes ago, you also said you were hungry, rummaged through my table, and snatched the last piece of chocolate."

"Look at what you said. We are all brothers. What's yours is mine." Song Xulin felt a little guilty.

After all, nearly half of the snacks in Gong Huasui's schoolbag were eaten by him.

"Okay, okay, I'll order takeout. What do you want to eat?"

"takeout?"

Song Xulin thought that the person in front of him didn't even know about mobile payment, so he kindly explained.

"Oh, I know." Gong Huasui nodded, "I have used it before, but the waiting time was too long. By the time they brought my meal, I had already finished cooking, eaten, and was washing the dishes."

Song Xulin: "Then let me show you the lightning speed of our country, you little country bumpkin, hahahaha!"

As he was talking, he suddenly stopped and asked, "So what do you want to eat?"

Gong Huasui did not answer. He tilted his head and looked across the two machines at the young man opposite him who had an extremely serious expression.

"Qinghe?"

"I don't care." Chi Qinghe listened attentively and replied.

His movements did not slow down at all because of this interlude. Instead, as it approached the end, his speed became faster and faster, and his fingers on the keyboard almost became afterimages.

On the square screen, the code formula that was sliding quickly flashed a few times, but before it could run, it was suddenly cut off.

Chi Qinghe pretended to be calm and looked at the two heads that had squeezed in from the right.

"Is there a problem?"

"I was wondering why you specifically found a machine with a quiet axis. I just saw you typing away for a long time. Tell me, are you chatting with someone?"

Song Xulin grinned, revealing his big white teeth. "Let me guess, is it the girl from Class 1 who confessed to you at noon?"

Chi Qinghe added: "Liuxi."

Song Xulin exclaimed "Ah" in confusion.

"Liuxi, her name."

At this point, Chi Qinghe suddenly remembered that he had not yet passed the verification message. He opened his phone, found the address book interface, and clicked to agree.

The smile on Song Xulin's lips became more and more arrogant, as if he had eaten a huge piece of gossip, and he grabbed Gong Huasui's shoulders and shook him back and forth.

"I told you, there's definitely something going on between these two!"

Gong Huasui pursed his lips and said nothing. When he lowered his eyes, he happened to meet the young man's gaze as he looked up at him.

Chi Qinghe's fingertips moved slightly, and his eyebrows and eyes showed a deepening smile.

Well, just consider it his bad taste.

It is really fun to entertain children.

Chi Qinghe shifted his gaze, "By the way, what did you order for takeout?"

"I haven't ordered yet. I just looked through it for a long time, but the little ancestor next to me doesn't like it."

Chi Qinghe stood up and picked up his coat from the back of the chair. "That's perfect. I know there's a clay pot porridge shop that just opened. How about trying it today?"