Lan Sen chuckled: "Then should I call him now and ask him to bring the doll over?"

"Now?"

Zhao Zhao looked at the sky and asked, "Is it too late?"

He didn't want Yu Xingli to be so tired.

"It's okay, he doesn't rest so early."

Even if I don’t have any activities on a normal day, I will still stay up late playing games until two or three in the morning.

This time period has become the boy group's habitual sleeping time.

They have all gotten used to it, but Zhao Zhao hasn't.

Zhao Zhao scratched his head: "I remember that in the past, Teacher Qi Nanxing stipulated that we must go to bed before eleven o'clock, didn't he?"

Lan Sen just smiled and calmly called Yu Xingli.

After two or three attempts without getting through, he hung up as usual and explained to Zhao Zhao, who was waiting anxiously beside him, "He must still be busy."

"oh."

In just five years, everything has changed and Zhao Zhao felt inexplicably lost.

The spacious house has changed everything just because there is one more person.

Lan Sen smiled happily and no longer had any thoughts of committing suicide.

He was worried that Zhao Zhao would be bored while taking a shower, so he gave him his cell phone to play with.

But unfortunately, the phone passed through his arm and Lan Sen's smile froze.

"It's okay, Lan Sen. You see, things that I actively touch won't penetrate my body." He was worried that Lan Sen was overthinking it and hurried to explain.

I cast my eyes carefully over, only to see Lan Sen didn't seem to want to worry about me, and forced a smile: "Okay, I'll go take a shower first."

The only things that remain unchanged in the real world are emotions. Zhao Zhao plays the new game and runs around like a moron.

He was scolded by his teammates in the game, and because he didn't know how to curse, he quietly became a red warm-up.

"I'm just a newbie, I don't know how to play."

He muttered softly, feeling a little aggrieved.

Are people nowadays so aggressive?

At this moment, Yu Xingli suddenly called. Zhao Zhao accidentally hung up the phone while tapping the screen buttons. When he hurriedly called back after the game was over, a pleasant male voice came from the other end.

"Hey Lansen, you kid, didn't I just not answer your call? Why are you still angry?"

A tired and smiling voice sounded, and Zhao Zhao remained silent for a long time.

"Eh, are you really angry?" Yu Xingli began to laugh: "No way, Lan Sen, when did you become so fragile..."

"...Brother Xingxing."

“.......”

When Zhao Zhao shouted those words with a choked voice, the air between the two of them became quiet at the same time.

On the other side, Yu Xingli, who had just finished his external affairs, paused while walking, his hands shaking as he suddenly came back to his senses.

It’s a pity that after so many years, I am still so easily defeated when I hear the familiar voice of “Brother Xingxing”.

"Hello, are you Lan Sen's friend?"

He smiled, but his voice was slightly hoarse: "But I hope you won't call me like that in the future. I'm not used to it. Please understand."