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The night Zhou Jing's home team won the championship, the whole city fell into extreme frenzy.In the home game, the situation was excellent, and they won by 18 points, fulfilling the dreams of thousands of fans.Zhou Jingren was in a foreign land, gathering in a tavern and waving the national flag with his fans and friends, hugging and shouting heartily, as if he had exhausted all his enthusiasm, and regained the long gone youthful time.

"Awesome - awesome -"

"Awesome - we are the champions!"

The charm of competitive sports is always endless. It brings tears to the eyes of middle-aged people, and it also makes young people like Zhou Jing feel excited. The future is full of infinite possibilities.

"It's not easy, it's not easy!" The owner of the tavern is a fan for many years. Looking at such a young Zhou Jing, he said with emotion: "I really envy you for not waiting too long. We have been waiting for this championship for too many years."

"Brother, I have also watched football since I was a child." Zhou Jing smiled and said casually: "I almost went to play basketball back then."

"Good game, good game."

The boss introduced excitedly: "I have a younger brother who is quite tall. The guy is about 1.9 meters tall. Now he is on the school basketball team and is going to participate in the college league. Let me see. I can't come here just after the work is over. Wait for him to come." Let's have a drink together."

Zhou Jing knows that this is a stronghold for fans, but he doesn't come here often, and he doesn't like to socialize ineffectively.He knew his boss and was a fellow townsman, so he got a little closer, but it was far from a good one.

It's already past ten o'clock in the evening, he thought, he seems to be going home.

"Don't leave, don't leave, let's drink together! Happy today!" The boss grabbed Zhou Jing and did not let go, and then stretched out his hand to greet the waiter: "Give each table a case of beer! No money!"

"Oh wow-"

The screaming was even worse. Some people excitedly shared the joy with their friends in video. The reporters from the TV station also acted quickly to interview the fans.

The microphone almost hit her face, Zhou Jing saw that the female reporter opposite seemed very nervous, not very professional.

"I don't accept interviews." Zhou Jing didn't care whether his actions hurt her self-confidence, he only knew that he couldn't show his face.

"Excuse me, sir, can you just say a few words?" The reporter had already spotted Zhou Jing in the crowd, and of course he refused to let go of this opportunity.

Zhou Jing: "Not good."

"..." The reporter looked blankly at the logo on his microphone, and smiled and announced the name of his TV station.

Zhou Jing's pretty brows frowned, obviously feeling a little annoyed.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Zhou Jing stared at the female reporter's exquisitely fake face, her gaze gradually turned cold.

The boss has a high emotional intelligence and knows how to read words and expressions. He pulled the microphone in front of him and said with a smile: "Come to my sister to interview me. I have something to say. I am an old fan. They come to me to drink and watch every game these years. We came here with the team... Is this recording recorded or not, is my mood okay now, do I need to readjust? Is my hairstyle okay? Huh?"

Seeing the boss accepting the interview, Zhou Jing went to the corner with his wine glass.

Taking out his phone, he was a little annoyed at the thought of seeing Yi Chen's news.

It's nothing more than asking myself when I'm going home, or saying some miscellaneous and irrelevant things.

Yi Chen's life is too monotonous, working an ordinary job, facing ordinary colleagues, Zhou Jing almost doubts that he will continue to work until the day he dies, and he will have to write a plan.

It's so boring.

How could I like such a person in the first place?

Thinking about it like this, Zhou Jing felt annoyed even looking at herself.

There are a lot of unread messages on WeChat.

Zhou Jing scrolled down and saw Yi Chen after scrolling for a while.

The latest news was sent in the morning. He said that he would not go back tonight and watch the game. Yi Chen said "OK".

Seeing the word "Okay" shining brightly on the screen, Zhou Jing felt even more depressed.

Because of his strong self-esteem, it was impossible for him to take the initiative to talk to Yi Chen.He poked his finger on the screen and put the phone back in his pocket.

Keep drinking.

Later, some of the fans who had fulfilled their long-cherished wish had already left, and only a small number were still here to savor the joy of victory.Zhou Jing was a little sleepy, and got up to check out.Looking past the waiter sweeping the floor, a tall boy pushed the door and walked in.He was wearing the most common white basketball jersey with the number 23 written on his chest. He was clean and handsome.

At this moment, Zhou Jing felt that his waiting was worth it.

His hunch was right, this tall handsome guy was the cousin the boss said.

Under the enthusiastic introduction of the boss, they soon sat down at a table.

My cousin's surname is Huo, and his name is Xilin. He is a college basketball player, and he is cheerful and just right.

Simple and charming.

Maybe it was the blood surging because the home team won the championship, or maybe it was sex, but Zhou Jing unconsciously thought of some special scenes when he saw his Adam's apple rising and falling when he gulped down beer.He thought he was really a man. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he fell in love with Yi Chen, who was older than him. When he was 25 or six years old, he fell in love with a boy of seventeen or eighteen.

He didn't know if Huo Xilin was the same type of person, and he was afraid that what he said would scare him.And because I wanted to stay with him for a while, I asked the boss to sing with his brothers, and moved to continue.

"Okay, what are we going to do?" the boss said, "We've all been drinking."

Zhou Jing took out his mobile phone and called the driver, "It's okay, I'll send someone to deliver."

Not long after, Zhou Jing's driver and assistant came.Xiao Lin thought he was going home, but ended up singing. He looked at Zhou Jing in embarrassment, "Brother Jing, aren't you going back?"

"No, I worked hard on you tonight, and I will give you a holiday tomorrow." Zhou Jing patted Xiao Lin on the shoulder.

Kobayashi had to drive.

As the car drove on the road, Zhou Jing asked, "Why didn't you drive that Regera today? Rolls Royce, Bentley..."

"..." Xiaolin felt a little helpless, but he had to agree with the boss, "It's because there are too many people on the road, otherwise the family plane came here."

Zhou Jing smiled and scolded him.

The young man couldn't hold his breath, and after a while, Huo Xilin in the back seat asked, "Brother, what do you do?"

In his opinion, the Mercedes-Benz G that he was riding in today is good enough.

"Do some business at home, and I will start my own company." Zhou Jing said, "Do you play any games? My company makes games."

"Play."

Huo Xilin said: "But I don't have much time. I just play for a while after playing. I can't do it technically. The operation is too bad."

"Then what are you playing, don't tell me it's a dress-up game."

"Does Xiao Xiao Le count?" Huo Xilin pulled his hair, as if a little embarrassed.

Zhou Jing is only a little shorter than him, but because of his aura, walking with him seems to be taller than him.He had a very happy night because he found that Huo Xilin was good at everything.

The young boy is full of vigor, with a sunny smile, a cheerful personality, and a talkative person. He can chat with him about basketball and games. He is full of youthfulness, with fair skin, strong muscles, and a good-looking body. It is not difficult to imagine how he will be on the bed. How jerky.Catering to one's own preferences, you may want to refuse to welcome, but you still have to be put into a pleasing posture. It only takes a short time for a person to go from being unfamiliar to being familiar. Zhou Jing wants to get him as soon as possible, and he can't wait.

Under the influence of alcohol, Zhou Jing inevitably did some seemingly outrageous actions, such as taking the opportunity to touch Huo Xilin's waist when passing the microphone, continuing to pour him wine when he was also drunk, and reaching out to wipe the liquid from the corner of his mouth .

The boss sang "Single Love Song" hoarsely in front, but he didn't even know that his cousin had been murdered.

"Leave a phone number, I'll watch you play in the future." Zhou Jing said, and took out the mobile phone in Huo Xilin's trouser pocket, unlocked it with his fingerprint, called himself, saved it to the address book, and added WeChat, note "Brother Jing", the action is done in one go, it is not the first time to do this kind of thing at all.

But it was the first time.

Such an impulsive thing has never happened to him in recent years. Ever since he and Yi Chen got together, the passion at the beginning would cool down, the love would dissipate, and the passion would cool down. , rigidly solidified, no one can do anything about it.Life is boring and tasteless, for him, Yi Chen has become dispensable.

Tired, tired, and at certain moments, even he could feel the dislike he showed towards Yi Chen.

When you don't like everything about a person, that's the most dangerous time.This proves that no matter what he does, you will feel disgusted and bored, out of sight and out of mind, wishing that he would disappear before your eyes forever and make the world clean.

Zhou Jing is like this now.

He really hates the unchanging Yi Chen.

I also hate the childish self who was once dazzled by love.

He has grown up, he has matured, and he will no longer be seduced by Yi Chen.

He thought that he was the one who held the initiative and possessed absolute power.He wants Huo Xilin, a well-behaved little milk dog, and he doesn't mind that the little milk dog will be rebellious occasionally, on the contrary, he thinks it is a spice for ordinary life.

"Will you contact me?" He put Huo Xilin's mobile phone in front of his eyes, held it up, and teased him to talk.

Huo Xilin was drunk, he knew this was his cousin's friend, a rich friend.But I don't know why he is so enthusiastic about himself, he seems to like himself very much.

He is a simple and pure person, if others treat him well, he will return better.In the face of sudden enthusiasm, he also gave back enthusiastically.

He is poor and white, so what else can he plan for himself?

Nodding, Huo Xilin hummed: "It will definitely."

Zhou Jing patted his head in satisfaction, and said with a smile, "Good boy."

The bad thoughts were filled little by little, and he seemed to see the spring he hadn't seen for a long time.

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