Chapter 09(1/2)
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Su Zhan sat on his suitcase, looking like you never want to get on the plane.
Xu Jiayan just wanted to strangle her to death.
But he was still having a fever and had a split headache. He didn't have the strength or energy to deal with the little girl in front of him. The wind outside the door rushed in. Looking at the little girl in front of him, his head hurt even more.
"Get out of here." Xu Jiayan said calmly.
She dominated his suitcase, "No, you're still having a fever and can't get on the plane."
She only knew that she could not let him go. What if she fainted outside?
The hour hand was almost seven o'clock, and the plane was about to take off in less than an hour.
Even Daming knows how much this game means to him. His best ten years are dedicated to this industry, from the age of 16 to 26, the most passionate ten years for a man.
"Su Zhan." The first time I called her seriously, my low voice sounded particularly nice.
"Um?"
Xu Jiayan maintained her last patience, took a deep breath, bent down, and met her eyes, and her tone was gentle and slowed down. "I'm not kidding you, I have to go, what about you, if you like, you can stay here and help me water the flowers, except weeding. Except for the transparent room, don't go in, you can visit other places including my bedroom, but now I don't have time to play with you, miss the flight and delay the game, I'll be really angry."
——I'll be really angry.
Su Zhan thought for a while, stood up, patted his suitcase, and said cheerfully: "Okay, then take me with you!"
What a joke?!
When did Ted take a woman with him when he went abroad to play games? Women have many troubles and are not worried. It was easy to deal with a few men when they were together. They couldn't get used to eating and living, and didn't understand games. So he shouldn't take such a big bottle of oil!
He frowned and was thinking about how to reject her—
In recent years, I have been devoted to competitions. In life, I have either those brothers or competitions. I have not come into contact with many women, let alone women as bold as Su Zhan.
Calculately, how many days have they known each other?
She just wants him to take her out?
"The game is boring, you won't like it," he said.
Although Xu Jiayan usually cares about them, he never cares about them during the competition and tries to relax them as much as possible. When he is happy, a group of big men gather together to smoke, drink and chat about the mountains. When he is unhappy, he will go back to his hotel room to sleep.
Eating and everything else is dealing with.
If you get really busy then, who can care about her?
Su Zhan seemed to have packed himself up, just like he was tied with a bow on his head, "With you here, you're not boring."
“…”
"Isn't it boring?" Xu Jiayan leaned against the door frame, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit a piece, glanced at her casually, and bent the corner of his mouth unconsciously, "You have known me for only a few days, and you have such great hope for me?"
"I feel like this thing is coming, are you holding it back?" she said frankly.
What the hell is this metaphor?
The hand that went to call the lighter stopped, and Xu Jiayan looked at her with a slanted look.
Although this girl always said some irrelevant words to him with a sincere face and could still flirt with him from time to time, he was not a young man who was prone to impulsiveness. He just passed some words and didn't put them in his heart at all. He sneered, shook his head, and continued to light a cigarette.
Su Zhan: "Am I wrong?" He looked innocent.
He took a few sips in silence, then inserted one hand into his pocket and dusted the ashes on the ground with the other. Seeing her like this, he decided to tell her clearly, "The relationship between us is now a neighbor. When you were powered off, I'm OK with me. But if you think about it deeply, I have to tell you clearly. As for me, I'm just a game player and about to retire. A man who lives with youth and reaction suddenly retired. I haven't even considered where the future and future are."
Finally, I added: "And you are not within my consideration."
After saying that, Xu Jiayan exhaled, put the cigarette in his mouth, put it on a down jacket, and felt that this little girl should have understood it, right?
When he lowered his head and pulled the zipper, he asked, "I understand?"
Su Zhan nodded, saying that he understood, and then she analyzed to him: "Your name is retirement syndrome."
"..." He paused his hand and looked up at her.
She analyzed and said: "It's easy to understand. She has been sought after for ten years and has lived on the shoulders of giants for ten years. She suddenly has to leave this shoulder. She is confused and helpless. She doesn't think she can't do anything but play games. Is there no way out in the future?"
“…”
"It's okay, I can support you."
...
Xu Jiayan was so shocked that his cigarette fell off. He looked up at her suddenly. His expression was not something wonderful to describe, and he couldn't understand the persistence in Su Zhan's eyes.
He pulled the zipper to the top, raised his foot to put on the cigarette butt on the ground, and said while stepping on it, mocking him slightly: "Are you eating from the bowl and looking at the pot?"
The little girl's old age is not a bargain. Xu Jiayan completely believes that she has this ability. She only thinks that she is just on a whim and doesn't want to let her heart down, but he doesn't plan to accompany her anymore. She pulls her luggage and says, "Get up, I have to catch a plane."
"You've not even burned, why are you rushing to fly? You like playing games, but you can't be afraid of life!"
His patience was finally used up, and his expression was a little impatient: "Can you explain it clearly? Miss Su, when is it your turn to take care of me?"
...
Xu Jiayan changed his flight in the early morning and was met by several lucky fans when checking in. A quick-witted fan uploaded a video of the delivery. He stood on the escalator, holding the trolley in the suitcase, and wrapped him tightly, wearing a black down jacket, wearing a black mask, without saying a word. The fans called his name. He raised his eyes slightly and looked over. His eyes just hit the camera, and he looked completely uneasy. He looked tired. Su Zhan browsed on Weibo for a while and felt upset, so he threw his phone aside, lit a cigarette, opened the document, and typed it word by word.
Liuyun wrote two thousand words, sat down and smoked a few cigarettes, and his mind was full of a face that was ungrateful.
Another upset.
...
The next day at twelve o'clock, San Francisco Airport.
As soon as Xu Jiayan got off the plane, Meng Chen went up to him, "Damn, are you really here?"
"how?"
Meng Chen took the suitcase: "I heard from the witch, do you have a fever?"
He put on the mask and said, "I took the medicine."
After saying that to Su Zhan, the girl seemed to be really sad and didn't stop him. She threw the medicine on him. She remembered to take the medicine three times a day, three times a day.
He looked down at the medicine box in his arms, and there was a piece of paper on it, one at a time. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth.
After taking the medicine, he slept on the plane for several hours before he recovered his energy. He moved his neck, shook his arms, and said as he walked, "Where are Daming and the others?"
“I’m asleep in the hotel.”
"Where are Da Guang and the others?"
"A hotel, two floors above and below, almost started to move last night." Meng Chen finished speaking and sniffed his nose: "Wait, it's not right - boss."
"Yeah?" Xu Jiayan stopped and looked at him.
"Why do I smell the perfume of a woman on you? - Damn, you won't be with that witch, right?"
"You have a brain problem?" He was too lazy to pay attention to him.
...
Su Zhan and Cheng Xue were having coffee. They had not seen each other for a while. Today, Cheng Xue had no classes. Su Zhan had time. Cheng Xue would gossip with her as soon as she sat down.
"Speak quickly, what's the man you cook for?"
At that time, Su Zhan was sending a text message to Daming. When he heard Cheng Xue's words, he took a sip of coffee, "No, I'll cook to cultivate my sentiment."
Cheng Xue snorted, "I'm not honest with me. I think you have gone to the Six Souls now. I'm afraid you've been hooked away by that wild man?"
While speaking, she sent Daming a message: "Are you boss quite inferior?"
Then he put his phone aside, leaned against the seat, and stopped at his lips with a cup of coffee, and his eyes slowly fell on the pedestrian outside the window, "Cheng Xue, you said you were eating the bowl and looking at the pot. What does this mean?"
"Aren't you a writer? Are you asking me?" Cheng Xue said, "Don't get out of the topic."
Su Zhan: "I'm just not sure if this is what I understand."
"How many more can this mean? It's the same as the same as the three-minded and half-hearted."
The cell phone on the desk shook, and Daming replied: "Hahahahahahahahaha, Su Xiaomeier, what are you kidding? Boss is inferior? This is the funnyest joke I have ever heard."
Su Zhan replied: "He told me that he didn't know what to do after retirement."
Daming replied quickly this time: "Did he still say that he is just a game breaker and has no future with him?"
"Um."
"He has used this bad excuse for refusing a suitor for eight hundred times!"
The phone was shaken, and the Ming Dynasty replied in this way.
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Come on, fart:
Let’s talk about the great gods and monks tonight.
The first story was in 2012. I played games with my male votes for the first time, and then I learned about my male god (I won’t talk about who I am, e-sports male god.) I spent two days Baidu all my male god’s e-sports career and read all his interviews, so I wanted to write an article about him on a whim.
I wrote the article in early January 2013. Old readers who have read my old articles probably know that my writing style at that time was simply unbearable to look at it (although my writing style is not good now, it has always improved compared to that time.) I couldn't bear to use my writing style at that time to tarnish my male god, so I spent three years to settle myself, commonly known as practicing writing.
I have practiced writing for three years, and I have also conceived this article for three years, and gradually I have an outline, so I have this article.
To be continued...