Auxiliary super fierce

Yi Fan and the others came back soon, a group of noisy people rushed from the door to the door of the training room, probably preparing to go to the dormitory, but saw two people sitting in the training room.

"Still fighting?" Yi Fan walked in and patted Fang Chi's shoulder. He probably had a drink, and spoke vaguely, "Tomorrow will be a holiday, don't queue up, wash up and sleep."

Zhang Yingxian walked in and slapped him on the back of the head: "If you worked as hard as the two of them, you would have been the number one jungler in the league, understand?"

Yi Fan rubbed the back of his head, pouted: "But they are solo."

Only now did Zhang Yingxian turn his attention to Fang Chi's screen.

On the screen, the two Mondos were throwing kitchen knives at each other in the dragon pit, and Fang Chi's blood volume was obviously lower than that of Wen Tu.

"You go now," Zhang Yingxian saw that Fang Chi answered the Q again and succeeded in sudden death. He couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "Why don't you retire?"

Fang Chi looked at his black and white screen and said helplessly, "I was startled by the sound of you two coming in, you know? From the time you entered the door to the training room, I was thrown by Wen Tu three times."

"You answered the Q even if they came in without any movement." Wen Tu stood on Fang Chi's corpse and made a mocking expression, "There is no cockiness in walking."

"Hey," Fang Chi yelled, "Let yourself go, what are you?"

Wen Tu pursed his lips and was noncommittal, but Qin Yu and Peng Li walked in, expressing their strong emotion "you are a real dish" to Fang Chi's solo but supporting.

"Hey, didn't you say you picked up a cat?" Zhang Yingxian watched Fang Chi quit the game, and pushed his shoulder, "Where's the cat?"

"It's in Wen Tu's arms." Fang Chi pointed to Wen Tu, "I'm a little scared of strangers, I'm stuck on Wen Tu and won't come out."

"Did you name it?" Yi Fan was also very interested, and reached out to pull Wentu's coat, "If I haven't, I'll get one."

"Don't you," Fang Chi said, "Who can afford the way you named Wang Cuihua, who is rich and wealthy?"

"My grandma said, a humble name is easy to make a living, what do you know?" Yi Fan rolled his eyes in disdain, while Wen Tu pulled down his coat a bit, poked his head out curiously on time, and leaned his head against Wen Tu's stomach on, meowing lazily.

"It's so cute!" Yi Fan yelled and hiccupped, "How big is it? Male cat and female cat? Are you raising the base?"

"Maybe more than two months, the male cat, the breeding base." Wen Tu answered in one breath, and thought for a while, "I have a name, it is called punctual."

"On time?" Yi Fan was taken aback, "What kind of stupid name?"

"Are you paired with Fang Chi?" Qin Yu smiled, "Fang is late, but Fang is on time."

"This is my son," Fang Chi smiled and pointed, "Is there anyone who wants to be my daughter-in-law?"

"Dad!" Yi Fan rushed over immediately, "You can marry him to me!"

"Everything is wrong," Fang Chi laughed, feeling that Yi Fan was more stupid than usual, "How much did he drink?"

"Not much," Qin Yu grinned from ear to ear looking at Yi Fan's stupid look, "He can't drink too much, he's probably not drunk, he's just a little excited."

Yi Fan, who was a little excited, pulled Fang Chi and shouted for a while, Dad, you agree, we are sincere, and finally Fang Chi kicked him impatiently before he calmed down, and ran to himself in aggrieved He took out a few pieces of candy from the table, put them in his pocket and went back to the dormitory.

Qin Yu shook his head, and chased after him. Peng Li and Zhang Yingxian told him to go to bed early after watching the excitement, and went back to their rooms. Fang Chi and Wen Tu were the only ones left in the training room.

The two of them started a big fight, and then opened a ranking, one lost and the other won, but it didn't feel like it.

After Yi Fan made such a fuss, Fang Chi suddenly remembered that the base would be on vacation tomorrow, and he was about to return to that messy home to confront the father who never returned on the road to insanity. .

Just thinking about it makes people feel extremely irritable.

"Are you going home on vacation?" Fang Chi asked.

"En." Wen Tu nodded, suddenly remembered the little thing in his arms, and hesitated, "What about on time?"

"There are still people in the base, please take care of them." Fang Chi said, looking at Wen Tu's expression.

The boy's expression remained the same, but for no reason he let out a sigh of relief: "That's good, I'll go home."

"Oh." Fang Chi nodded, "Then go to bed early."

"Okay." Wen Tu said, turning off the game and computer, "Good night."

This was the first time that Fang Chi said to go to bed, and Wen Tu really went to sleep. Fang Chi was so obedient that he couldn't get used to it, but when he saw Wen Tu walking into the room on time with his arms in his arms, he laughed helplessly: "Are you going to take it to bed and sleep?"

"Yeah." Wen Tu said, "It can't do without me."

"Who can't live without who?" Fang Chi said, "You have to let it get used to it. It is already a mature cat, and it should learn to sleep by itself."

"Immature, it's only been more than two months." Wen Tu frowned, and stretched out his hand to pull the coat tighter.

"It's immature, you have to be mature, right?" Fang Chi wanted to laugh seeing his appearance, "It has to adapt to the environment."

Wen Tu felt that what Fang Chi said was quite reasonable, but he was a little bit reluctant to bear the feeling of having the little furry thing in his arms.

"...Okay." Wen Tu responded, and suddenly raised his head, his expression was so serious that Fang Chi couldn't help standing upright, "Do you think it will have diarrhea in the middle of the night?"

"According to common sense, small animals with diarrhea usually don't live long..."

While Fang Chi was still explaining in a serious manner, Wen Tu directly opened the door of his room, dodged and hid in, and the sound of the door lock was so clear that it made people laugh.

"Wen Xiaotu!" Fang Chi shouted outside the door.

"We're going on vacation for a week!" Wen Tu also shouted in the room, "One week! Seven days! It can adapt well!"

Fang Chi really couldn't do anything about him, he stood outside the door and laughed for a long time, and he was still laughing when he walked back to the room.

Why is Wen Tu so funny.

Fang Chi was a little puzzled.

When he fell asleep in the middle of the night, he had a dream. In the dream, Wen Tu hugged him on time and would not let go. He said he would retire on the spot if he was not allowed to carry him on stage to play. Road jokes.

Fang Chi finally woke up from his own laughter.

The window was already lit up, and various voices came from downstairs, among which Yi Fan was the loudest one.

Fang Chi went home in no hurry, took a shower and washed his hair by himself, washed his clothes along the way, and packed a few simple clothes in the suitcase.

It took another hour for him to pack the suitcase.

There were only a few pieces of clothes, he folded and folded, repeated several times, and almost made flowers out of the folds.

The downstairs gradually became quiet, and the people in the base probably had almost left, before Fang Chi picked up his suitcase and went out.

As soon as he walked out, he saw Wen Tu squatting next to the litter box, holding up his mobile phone to take pictures on time.

"Tell me," Fang walked over slowly, "Should I lament that you don't let others shit, or that you are finally willing to let it out?"

"It's because it doesn't want to part with me." Wen Tu frowned, and took several more pictures on time.

"I really miss you too, why don't you take a picture for me too?" Fang Chi was just joking, but Wen Tu actually raised his phone at him.

With a click, the photo of Fang Chi smiling silly was saved in Wen Tu's phone.

"Let's go." Wen Tu saved the photo, touched punctual's head reluctantly, and picked up his suitcase, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Fang Chi looked at his back and smiled, knelt down and patted Jishi's head, "I'm leaving too."

He meowed at him on time, then rubbed his head, turned his head aside, and was close to clawing away Fang Chi's hand.

I still dislike me.

Fang Chi thought.