[Dark Table] Brotherhood is not established

Putting the last piece of clothes into the box, Yu You turned around and sat down beside the bed, he let out a long breath, and looked around slowly.

This is his bedroom at the club, the room he has lived in alone since he joined the club.I was very fortunate at the time, but now that I think about it, it must have been Yatum's arrangement.

Looking around the room where he had lived for more than six years, Yu Yu couldn't help feeling a little emotional, he sighed softly, and turned on the phone with a swipe of his finger.

He looked at the phone screen in silence, his fingers kept sliding, with an unpredictable expression on his face.

A pair of eyebrows slowly furrowed.

"咚咚-"

"Please come in."

Hearing the sound, the game quickly put away the phone.

"Is everything packed?"

Lan Shen pushed the door open and came in, frowning and asking when he saw the empty room.

"Well, there weren't many things at first."

Facing Yu Yu's smiling face, Lanshen was silent. He didn't speak for a moment, but just pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Yu Yu.

"Is there really no room for turning around?"

Whether it's because of the friendship, or the lingering affection for the game, Blue God doesn't want the game to be retired.

However, in recent days, since the game revealed its gender, some ugly negative remarks have emerged.While most people have expressed their support for the game, there will always be some shady people who speculate on the efforts of others with the utmost malice.

Lanshen would be furious when he saw those speeches, and he was very worried that the game would be hurt because of these people's speeches.

Language can kill.

"I decided a long time ago that I will retire after this season, so you don't have to persuade me."

Lanshen is very familiar with the smile on You Yu's face, when this person feels uncomfortable, he will smile like this.

There is a smile on the face, but there is nothing in the eyes.

Such an answer made Lan Shen fall silent again. He watched the game quietly, as if he wanted to see something from this person.After a while, Lanshen got up suddenly and left the room, and came back with a needle and thread after a while.

Sitting in front of You You again, under You You's puzzled gaze, Lanshen put the needle on first, and then took Yu You's hand.

At this time, the game realized that the buttons on his cuffs were loosened at some point.

This teammate, who has known him for almost seven years, has grown from a teenager to a reliable person.

Always care about him in your own way.

Lanshen lowered his head and carefully sewed the button for the game, and he said in a low voice: "You don't need to take what those people say on the Internet to heart. Everything you have done these years has proved everything. They are nothing more than A group of people who are jealous of you feel good about themselves, but they have never seen themselves clearly. They never reflect on their own problems, they only envy the success of others."

"They are just a bunch of incompetent people who are jealous of you. So don't be hurt by his words, these people don't deserve your sadness."

Listening to Lan Shen's words, Yu You lowered his eyes.

He has been trying to do his best these years. He has won so many championships, thinking that it is enough to prove his ability, but there are still a group of people who turn a blind eye.

"Don't give a shit about them, it'll just make them feel like you've got your attention."

The needle passed through every hole nimbly, and the loose buttons were quickly sewn up by Lan Shen.

"There are far more people who agree with you than these people. You are the best, and no one can deny you."

The button is already sewn, but there are no scissors in the game room to cut the thread.

"Whatever the choice you make, everyone at the club will support you."

Pulling up Yuyu's wrist, Lanshen pulled the needle with one hand to straighten and tighten the thread. He lowered his head and sprayed his delicate and hot breath on the inner side of Yuyu's wrist. The thread, gently bite off.

"we love you."

Lanshen's words are very clear, maybe in his heart, the word "men" is superfluous, it's just a cover-up for his feelings.

And his feelings for the game seem to end forever along with the bitten off thread...

He lowered his eyes, although he didn't see his eyes, but the game felt a faint feeling of emptiness.

"咚咚-"

"Game, are you ready? It's time to go."

Atum's voice sounded from outside the door, interrupting their conversation.

This very short remembrance of youth also ends here.

Helping to fasten the button, Lanshen laughed again, he stood up and patted Yu You on the shoulder, as if the depression just now had never happened before.

"Be happy with Atum."

You Yu nodded, carrying the suitcase and walked towards the door, where his friend was waiting for him.

Looking at the layers of clouds outside the window on the private plane of Ishtar's family, the mood of the game is a little delicate.

The memory of leaving Egypt when I was young is already blurred. I didn't expect that after so many years, I would go back as an outsider.

The plane flew for 24 hours and landed at two o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

When he got out of the plane, Yu Yu had the thrill of finally being released from prison, but he soon saw the two trains below.

He knew the person standing in front of him, it was Mahat, and the white-haired brown-skinned man Yu You didn't know him on the other side, but he felt that this person looked familiar.

The bodyguards of the Ishtar family below were unloading their luggage, and Yatum came out of the cabin and put his hand on Yuyu's shoulder lightly.

"Why don't you go?"

"that person……"

Pointing to the strange white-haired man below, the game saw that Atum frowned slightly, but it soon relaxed.He took You and got off the plane, the bodyguard quickly opened the car door, and You got in short, and when he was waiting for Atum to get in the car with him, he saw the man holding the car door and smiling at him.

"Mahat will send you back. I have some things to do. After you go back, you should take a good rest and wait for me to come back."

The convoy was out of sight, and Atum didn't look back until the last car also disappeared around the corner.

He turned to another group of people who had been waiting for a long time.

"Who asked you to come?"

Sitting in the car, the gentle smile just now was completely gone on the face of the young head of the Ishtar family.

"Who else is there, just those few in your family who don't give up."

Opening the car door, Bakula sat in. He rested his hands behind his head in a leisurely manner, with a wild smile on his face: "Let's go, let me take care of you."

The whole thing happened suddenly, but it was expected.

When the red wine splashed on him, Atum didn't show any reaction on his face, and he didn't even stop cutting the steak.

Sitting opposite him were two people, Bakula who was watching a play, and a well-dressed young woman in a dress with anger written all over her face.

This is a high-end French restaurant under the Nelofa family business, and Atum was brought here directly by Bakula.

From the moment he got off the plane and saw Bakula, Yatum had already understood his purpose, so when he got to the restaurant and saw the eldest daughter of the Nerofa family, Yatum didn't react at all.

From the woman's point of view, this is a good opportunity to get close to the head of the Ishdar family, and a good opportunity to match the two families, but to Yatum, this is just a chance to wash away the dust.

He didn't care about this kind of behavior similar to a blind date, and he didn't even have the slightest intention to agree with the woman. For nearly an hour, Riatum didn't even give her a straight look.

Perhaps it was his overly cold appearance that stimulated the young lady's self-esteem, and the anger of being ignored for an hour made her directly pour red wine on Atum.

"Is the Patriarch of the Ishdar family treating people like this? I am so disappointed! Although I heard that you and my brother got together before, I thought it was a rumor, but now it seems that it is indeed possible."

"You are so rude that you don't deserve to be my husband!"

"Incest in the family, you and your brother really make me sick!"

"You... ah!"

The red wine poured over her head instantly turned the woman's anger into a scream. She glared at the opposite side, but she became timid the moment she met Atum's gaze.

The ice-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a bit of danger in the top-down gaze. It seemed that the other party was saying one more word that made him unhappy, and it would not be as simple as just pouring wine.

"Chess pieces don't have the right to speak."

"you can go now."

Putting the empty wine bottle on the table, Atum's light words removed the woman from the meal.

What he said was very vague, but there are a few simple things for women from this kind of family.

This was not a simple dinner. The arrival of the woman represented that some old guys in the Ishtar family were still resisting, trying to change his mind through the Nelofa family.

But so what?

Seeing the back of the woman leaving angrily, Bakula, who had been silent all this time, propped his chin and sneered: "You are not cute."

"I just need to make my brother think I'm cute."

Bowing his head to send a text message to Mahat, Atum said without raising his head.

"Since you have brought your brother back to China, it means that the matter has been dealt with. So, when will you return my brother to me?"

Unbuttoning the collar casually, Bakula leaned back on the chair, crossing his chest and looking at the head of the Ishdar family opposite.

"Then you have to ask him when he will complete the resignation procedures."

Yatum stood up as he spoke, stretched his soiled clothes, and glanced at Bakula: "Our transaction is considered complete. According to the agreement, I will hand over the last industrial chain going to X to you."

"Then congratulations on completely cleansing the Ishdar family?"

Baku pulled one corner of his mouth, and continued to say meaningfully: "Congratulations, you finally got your wish?"

Until this moment, Atum, who had been expressionless, suddenly laughed, turned and walked out, leaving Bakula with a blessing that has not dissipated.

"Don't worry, you can do it too."

TBC