stray

Hao Shuai was still talking, and after talking for a long time, he found that Yan Ruizhi opened his mouth and was still staring at his phone.

"What's the matter?" he paused and asked.

Only then did Yan Ruizhi turn off the phone screen: "No, I read a piece of news."

"Oh." Hao Shuai still felt that Yan Ruizhi's current state was wrong, and he didn't dare to ask if it had something to do with what he said just now.

It was Yan Ruizhi who came to comfort him: "I was just distracted and thought about something."

"what?"

"Tell me," Yan Ruizhi didn't expect that he would ask Hao Shuai for such a strange question one day, "If you made an agreement with someone before, but one day that person is careless—you will If he is not careful, but there is no malice anyway, will you forgive him?"

This generalization is a bit abstract: "What agreement?"

Of course, Yan Ruizhi couldn't say what kind of agreement it was, and said vaguely: "...Anyway, there is no such strict agreement on business cooperation, and you can compare it to anything."

"Hiss..." Hao Shuai frowned, "Then do I understand it that way?"

"what?"

"For example, I mean, for example, I made an appointment with you. I will eat with you. You are very protective of food. You told me not to eat the green peppers on your plate, but I was too hungry or didn't pay attention, anyway. I just ate a lot of your half..."

Hao Shuai was very satisfied with his analogy: "Then will you be angry with me? Of course not. I just ate a green pepper from you!"

"...?"

Yan Ruizhi propped his forehead with his index finger and middle finger. He couldn't understand how Hao Shuai gave such an example in his own words: "I don't protect food."

"Oh, I'm following your analogy!" Hao Shuai said.

Yan Ruizhi looked at him speechlessly: "It's really similar."

From a strangely divergent perspective, Hao Shuai and his other literary master who hit it off really have similarities in purpose.

"What?" Hao Shuai was dissatisfied, "You didn't say it was a big deal! Why don't you let me make it up?"

"It's nothing." Yan Ruizhi thought of this, but the thought just now was not so important.

It's really not a big deal.

There is no need to continue to be angry.

"Okay," said Yan Ruizhi, who had figured it out, "Thank you, Qingjiao."

"You're really weird today!" Hao Shuai clicked his tongue.

Yan Ruizhi turned a deaf ear, took a sip of the coffee handed over by the other party just now, and commented: "It's too weak."

"How many cups have I bought here, and now I'm starting to dislike it?" Hao Shuai said dissatisfied, "Then do I still want to get you a flower?"

"It's not impossible." Yan Ruizhi had a rare interest in arguing.

"Then pull a puppy." He also made a request.

"goodbye!!"

Mr. Hao stopped serving, didn't wipe the coffee machine, and didn't lie down in Yan Ruizhi's office anymore. He closed the door with a bang and went back to his place.

Yan Ruizhi leaned on the back of the chair, the original boredom was diluted by the aroma of coffee, he looked through the glass at the continuous flow of cars and people downstairs in the company, but his fingers were still on the phone screen.

After a while, he was thinking about just replying casually, but before he could think it over clearly, the person who had been restless sent another message.

[Reasonable: Mr. Yan, you didn't block me, did you? 】

[Reasonable: Oh!No! 】

[Reasonable: That's fine, Mr. Yan, you have a class at our school tomorrow afternoon, right? 】

[Reasonable: I can't come, our department has a basketball game tomorrow, and my friend signed me up. 】

Yan Ruizhi said that he didn't let him attend his own class, so why did he report for it now that he didn't come.

He looked at the few lines and pursed his lips slightly, just about to type.

[Reasonable: But if you drop by after class or you're bored, why don't you just come and take a look? 】

[Reasonable: I shoot three-pointers very accurately! 】

[Reasonable: I know you must be busy, it's okay, it's fine if you don't reply me, I can still take it as your consent. 】

[Reasonable: Goodbye, Mr. Yan! 】

I don't know why this person has to say goodbye to people on social software.

He turned his attention back to his work, refusing to recall why he wanted to reply to him just now.

After all, even if he doesn't reply, He Nian can still talk for a long time by himself.

Hao Shuai is the only Yan Ruizhi who can be called a friend. Even at the time, he didn't think he would become friends with Hao Shuai.

He thought back, because at that time he talked less than now, and he didn't occasionally joke like he does now.

Boring as hell, like a rock, and not pleasant at all.

This is his assessment of himself.

He originally thought that Hao Shuai was one of the few people he had ever seen who talked a lot and could bear himself, but he didn't expect that the mountains were higher than the mountains, and now there was someone even stronger than him.

As for the basketball game...

Yan Ruizhi pointed at the table.

He is almost 26, how could he be interested in something that he has never participated in.

So the next day when Yan Rui got out of class and stood outside the basketball court, he wondered if he would be so free to appear in this kind of place after the last test.

The Chinese New Year greetings did not appear in this class, but during the break, Yan Ruizhi did hear about the basketball game between the Mathematics Department and the software engineering next door.

He was sure that he was indeed too idle, otherwise he would not have casually asked where the basketball court of your school is.

The student was quite enthusiastic and said in detail with a blushing face: "There are several places, such as the east gymnasium and the basketball court in the south. If you watch today's basketball game, it will be in the basketball court in the south..."

After finishing speaking, the student asked, "Would you like me to take you there after class later?"

Yan Ruizhi immediately refused in a deep voice: "No need."

So an hour later, he stood on the sidelines that were not so conspicuous, watching the bustling students, and his ears were still filled with cheers from both sides.

"The Department of Mathematics is leading by eight points!! Come on!"

"It's only eight points. The main force of our software engineering hasn't finished yet. It will be back in minutes!"

"Laughing to death, the main force of our mathematics department didn't show up either!"

Yan Ruizhi stood not far away and listened.

Let's go back.

Young people's activities don't suit him well.

It's just that Yan Ruizhi's undergraduate degree is software engineering, so he still has a little subtlety in his heart.

Why can't the mathematics department beat it?

He glanced at the scoreboard blankly, and it was over, and he was two points behind.

When it was the break time in the second half, he was about to lift his feet to leave when he heard the crowd not far away start cheering: "Here we come! The main force of the mathematics department! It is impossible for you software engineers to catch up!"

He couldn't tell what he was thinking, but when Yan Ruizhi heard these words, he turned his head inadvertently——

An overly familiar boy smiled and high-fived his teammates, and then greeted the students in the same department generously.

Sunny, handsome and energetic.

"..."

Yan Ruizhi once again thought about the reason why he came here.

Obviously the place where he was standing was not very eye-catching, but the other party saw it, he didn't have time to look away, the two eyes met, and he saw He Nian's eyes lit up immediately, the calm look that he greeted his teammates and classmates just now was completely different, He waved at him desperately.

Yan Ruizhi's heart skipped a beat. He dressed low-key today, but he was still afraid that He Nian would call himself "President Yan" in front of so many people.

But He Nian soon realized that he didn't make a sound, but just mouthed him: Teacher Yan.

Then he ran to his teammates.

Occasionally, there were one or two eyes around him, but they were all kind, and everyone's attention quickly returned to the basketball game.

Because the scores were far behind, the cheering voice of software engineering was obviously more vigorous. There were not many girls in this major, but the collective honor was important, and almost all of them who could be invited came, and they even held up banners and shook them to encourage the team members of their department.

All around him are the sound of cheering and hard work. When the goal is scored, you can hear enthusiastic cheers. If the goal is not scored, you can hear enthusiastic cheers from the opposite side.

It was the third quarter when he came, but he who originally said he was going to leave all the time, actually watched the fourth quarter.

The word "campus" seems to be too far away for him. This is a time he has never felt before. At first, he thought it was dispensable, but now he finally experienced it belatedly, and he actually felt that such a feeling is not bad.

Although he is now on the side of software engineering, he has been paying attention to the players in the mathematics department.

Thinking of this, Yan Ruizhi laughed. As a senior in software engineering, he stopped paying attention to the score and started looking at the people on the field.

Today, He Nian wears a blue jersey, revealing his strong forearms, and sometimes he can see his firm belly flashing past when he jumps up to shoot.

And when he runs, he occasionally looks to the sidelines, as if looking for something.

When he looked to the sidelines for the third time, he finally caught sight of Yan Ruizhi in the crowd of opponents.

Before he had time to react, Yan Ruizhi saw He Nian suddenly showing a smile, but he quickly turned his attention back to the game, but he worked harder from then on, as if it was the last game.

Soon, there was an exclamation from the crowd in the mathematics department opposite, followed by a whistle——

"Three points!! Entered!!"

Cheers of joy erupted from the opposite side, while sighs of regret came from this side.

After all, this is the last time, and the score behind will not be evened.

In 1 minute, the Department of Mathematics had already celebrated ahead of time, and He Nian was running extremely hard, and at the last time that symbolized the end whistle, he scored another one.

The ending has been decided, and the people here are obviously much less interested. Senior Yan, a software engineer who has lost his collective honor for some reason, is looking at the players who have rested on the field.

The man who said "I shoot three-pointers very accurately" the day before propped his hands on his knees, and he probably ran hard, his forehead was full of sweat, and the back of his jersey was soaked.

Some logistics staff from the Department of Mathematics came over to hand him towels, but he just took them and kept looking over here.

Yan Ruizhi wanted to hide himself in the crowd, but He Nian didn't even have time to wipe off his sweat, so he flung the towel and ran this way.

I don't know if it was because he was too excited to win the game, or for some other reason, but he unconsciously waved the towel in his hand, turning a good white towel like a windmill.

Like a dog's tail wagging.

"You're here!"

But before Yan Ruizhi could leave, the other party grabbed him, stood in front of him and called him expectantly.

He didn't call him "Mr. Yan", he didn't call him "Mr. Yan", he didn't call him "Mr. Yan", and he didn't mention the last time the two got angry, just said with a smile, you are here.

Yan Ruizhi's first 26 years were always in chaos, but at this moment he felt a bit of belated youth for the first time.