Auxiliary super fierce

In the end, Fang Chi played with Wen Tu all night. Wen Tu didn't want to sleep when the sun was shining, so he ordered another round with a blank face.

The live broadcast was never turned off, and the screen was full of bullet screens urging Wen Tu to go to bed, but he pretended he didn't see it, clicked on another game, and waited for Fang Chi to join the room.The people next to him didn't move for a long time, Wen Tu turned his head to take a look, only to find that Fang Chi had fallen asleep.

"Wake up." Wen Tu stretched out his hand, intending to pat him to wake him up, but he was grabbed before his hand touched him, Fang Chi slowly opened his eyes, blinked twice, "Are you still hitting? "

"I'm so sleepy." Fang Chi said, "If we continue to play in the league, we will lose an excellent domestic AD."

"Oh." Wen Tu clicked to start the game, "Go to sleep, good night."

Fang Chi yawned, stood up and walked out, and wandered back after a while, holding a glass of water in his hand, and put it on the Wentu table: "Are you still asleep?"

"Hit again." Wen Tu said.

There was no notice of training, and Wen Tu couldn't stop Wen Tu even if he stayed up all night, and he had no reason to stop others, so he could only shrug his shoulders, pick up his coat and walk out step by step.

This time he really left, and he closed the door before leaving, the footsteps gradually faded away, Wen Tu looked at the screen, his thoughts drifted away, and the sound effect when entering the queue sounded and he came back to his senses.

Fang Chi's sleep has always been good, and he usually falls asleep within five seconds after touching the pillow, and this time is no exception.

When I woke up again, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the rare sunlight in early winter pierced through the gap between the clouds and the leaves, and projected in from the window, leaving a golden spot on the floor.

Fang Chi got up slowly, took a shower, dried his hair and went downstairs. Several people in the training room had already ranked their seats, only his and Wen Tu's seats were vacant.

"Are you up?" Yi Fan's position was near the door, and he saw Fang Chi as soon as he came in, "Qin Yu just said you couldn't afford it anymore, so he went to contact the funeral service provider."

"Didn't Wentu wake up?" Fang Chi walked to his seat and sat down, and pressed the switch of the host.

"That's right," Yi Fan said happily, "One-stop funeral service, half price for the second person."

"Okay, I'll let you experience the half-price pleasure some other day." Fang Chi laughed, clicked on the game, and logged into his own account.

"Fang Chi?" The staff at the base pushed open the door of the training room, and yelled inside before seeing the person clearly, "Are you there?"

Fang Chi didn't turn his head back: "What do you say first, and I'll consider whether I'm here after I finish."

The staff smiled: "Someone is looking for you."

"Who is it?" Fang Chi asked.

"I don't know you," the staff said, "You don't look like a fan at a young age."

Fang Chi's hand holding the mouse tightened, and after a pause for two seconds, he suddenly laughed: "Okay, let me see who has a crush on me."

……

When Wen Tu woke up, his mind was in a mess. The sequelae of staying up late was top-heavy after waking up. He sat up and rubbed his hair, and looked at the surrounding environment for a while before he came back to his senses. He had already left AST and transferred to To NK.

He climbed out of bed to take a shower, without drying his hair, walked downstairs like a sprinkler, took a vacation with the coach, and planned to go out to buy a mobile phone.

The phone was smashed by him a few days ago, the screen was shattered, and the fuselage was also cracked. It is better to buy a new one if it is repaired.

I haven't practiced in the past two days, and the general coach still approves the leave. I just asked a few words to dry my hair, or I will catch a cold when the wind blows outside. Wen Tu nodded, and went upstairs to dry his hair dry.

The wind from outside scratched his face like a knife, and even though the rare winter sun was still warm, once the wind blew on his body, the slightest bit of warmth would save him nothing.

Wen Tu shivered as soon as he went out, zipped his coat to the top and walked out.

The trees beside the road kept shedding leaves, and when the wind blew, more leaves fell. A few leaves swirled in the air and fell to Wentu's feet, making a not-so-clear sound when he stepped on them.

There is a mobile phone store two streets away from the base. Wen Tu bought the latest model of mobile phone, picked a popular black model, and paid the bill.

Wen Tu took out the card in his pocket and plugged it in, turned on the phone, and immediately several messages popped up—it was from Ding Shengran—Wen Tu didn’t even bother to look at it, so he deleted it directly, and then put the phone in his pocket , walked back in the direction of the base.

After walking a few steps, he heard something, like someone was arguing with someone, Wen Tu is not a nosy person, but he stopped in his tracks - it was Fang Chi's voice.

Wen Tu looked in that direction, and only saw Fang Chi's back, who seemed to be arguing with a middle-aged man, the two of them were arguing more and more intensely, and Fang Chi's voice became louder, with obvious anger.

A man quietly came out from behind a tree, holding a small knife in his hand, which flashed brightly in the sun, the man turned his hand away again, hid the knife in his sleeve, and walked towards Fang Chi step by step .

While Fang Chi was arguing with the middle-aged man, he didn't notice this at all.

"Fang Chi!"

Wen Tu suddenly yelled and strode towards Fang Chi.

The man noticed that Wen Tu had been staring at him, and realized that he had been exposed, clicked his tongue in annoyance, turned around and wanted to run.

Hearing footsteps, Fang Chi turned his head and saw the man. His unclear expression became even more ruthless. He grabbed the man and punched him. overturned.

"Get out!" Fang Chi roared, with irrepressible anger in his voice, he glared at the man on the ground viciously, and kicked again, "Fuck you! Get out!"

Wen Tu ran to Fang Chi's side, frowned as he watched the man get up from the ground in embarrassment, covered the place where he was beaten, and walked away with the middle-aged man with a guilty face, before he asked Fang Chi: "Are you okay?"

Fang Chi stood up straight, lowered his head slightly to look at Wen Tu, the older AD was a bit taller than the assistant, usually the two of them were sitting, so it wasn't obvious, but now they were standing side by side, their height The difference is reflected.

Wen Tu also raised his eyes to look at him, and the sun just happened to shine on him, as if he had coated him with a layer of golden fur.

Fang Chi stared at Wen Tu for a while, then suddenly grinned, and raised his hand to rub Wen Tu's head: "You slept on your head last night? Your hair is curled up like this."

Wen Tu's hair was a little warped, probably because he was too rough when brushing his hair, and there were a few strands that couldn't be smoothed out no matter how hard he stroked, Wen Tu didn't care, and went out directly.

Who would have thought that Fang Chi would suddenly notice this.

"Ah." Wen Tu reached out and pulled his hair, thinking that Fang Chi probably didn't want to mention what happened just now, "Go back."

"Do you smoke?" Fang Chi stood still.

"No." Wen Tu said.

"I smoke," Fang Chi smiled, "Have a cigarette with me."