After many years in Kaijiu group, you are still my friend.

The two came to Zhiji's house, and as soon as they entered, Zhiji stopped Sagara at the entrance and told him to wait a while.Better to set aside time to clean up last night's cans of beer.

However, Sagara didn't care about these things, Zhiji had just gone to the kitchen to throw pots, and when he came back, he had consciously sat on the sofa.

He looked around.Picking up a magazine placed on the sofa, flipping through it casually.

"Ah, don't worry about me, you can go to work."

Zhisi thought it was funny, since he hadn't seen him for eight years, he stayed quite at ease, without embarrassment at all.

"Wow! Did you read this kind of magazine at a long meeting?!" Sagara sighed while flipping through the magazine.

Indeed, fashion magazines, no matter how you think about them, have nothing to do with the leaders of bad boys.

At this time, Zhiji was already busy in the kitchen. Hearing this sentence, he immediately walked back to the living room, snatched the magazine from Sagara, and stuffed it back on the bookshelf.

"It's just for work..."

"Oh fine!"

With the magazine snatched away, Sagara started wandering around the room with nothing to do.

He found that Zhiji's room was neatly arranged and spotless except for the few magazines that were not arranged on the sofa.

"Hey! Can't you just sit down and rest for a while?"

"……okay."

Having been "rebuked" for a while, Sagara reluctantly turned around and fell back on the sofa with a "plop".

"Hiss—! It hurts!" There was a sudden pain from the flesh being torn from his back... He sat up reflexively.

Sagara frowned in pain, closed his eyes and bit his lip, strenuously turned his body and rubbed the shoulder that he could only touch.

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After a while.

"Here comes the noodles." Zhisi had already cooked the noodles, and also cooked half-boiled eggs for him and placed them on top.

Sagara raised his head abruptly, and suddenly regained his usual look, with an evil smile on his face.

He took the noodle bowl that Zhisi handed over, put it on the table, and said, "Wow! It's amazing!"

"It's just a face."

"Then, I'm starting!" Sagara clapped his palms together.

Zhiji sat down not far from him. This is not a dining table, so they can't sit opposite each other, so the two of them can only sit side by side.

Sagara seemed very satisfied with this bowl of noodles.

The room suddenly fell silent, I don't know what Sagara was thinking, but Chiji felt that there must be something to say in the damn silence, or else he might spontaneously combust in embarrassment.

"Actually, I regret that I didn't take you away directly at that time, because you couldn't move anyway."

"Huh??!" Sagara turned to Chiji halfway through eating, and gave him a puzzled look.

"Then it won't be eight years since we haven't seen each other, right?" Zhiji chatted flatly, blowing the noodles in his bowl.

"What stupid things are you talking about..." Sagara thought for a while, paused, and then said, "Maybe."

"You left completely, and you didn't leave any news for us."

"Let's go, what are you talking about?"

"It's still the same..."

Chiji got up and took out two cans of cold milk from the refrigerator and handed them to Sagara.Because he just saw some tiny beads of sweat oozing from Sagara's forehead.

"Are you hot?"

"not hot."

"..."

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After dinner, Tomoji brought the bowl to the kitchen, and Sagara followed to help, but was stopped by Tomoji, who told him to just sit down.

Tomoji didn't know why, seeing that Sagara looked tired.

He wiped his hands, walked back to the living room, and found that Sagara had already curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening, Zhiji thinks it's time, he should stay overnight.So he decided on his own to let Sagara go to sleep tonight without waking him up.

He took out the blanket from the bedroom and covered Sagara, thought for a while, and felt something was wrong, he should be moved to the bed.

He gently grabbed Sagara's back from the sofa with his hands, for fear of waking him up accidentally.Sagara's body was very light, and Chiji picked him up effortlessly.

As soon as his body got off the sofa, Sagara woke up suddenly, and pushed Chiji away with both hands.

"Get out of the way!!" His expression gradually became gloomy, and turned into pain.

"You... what's wrong?" Zhiji was taken aback by this sudden move.

"fine!!!"

"It's okay!? Let me see your back!"

"Just say it! I'm fine!! I'm going back now." Sagara angrily picked up his backpack and walked towards the gate, but was dragged back by Zhiji by the arm.

"Let me see!!" He didn't want to create any unpleasant memories after the first meeting eight years later, but because of worry, he still couldn't control himself.

"You don't need to be nosy, go away!" Sagara shook off Chiji and took a few steps back.

The two of them stalemate for a long time, and when their emotions stabilized a bit, Zhiji pushed Sagara back on the sofa, and promised not to intervene in this matter for the time being.

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