What is Nancheng Third Hospital famous for?

The orthopedics department where Han Yiming works.

After the unfortunate guy's vital system was confirmed to be stable, he was transferred directly to the South City Third Hospital. Wei Zhi and the others followed him all the way. The scenery outside the window became more and more familiar, and finally the car stopped in front of the familiar hospital gate.

In fact, she wasn't really afraid of seeing Han Yiming...it was just that after he came to pick her up at the airport last time and she sent him away, he probably felt embarrassed and basically never spoke to her again.

In this case, meeting again without any preparation may lead to embarrassment.

...But it doesn't matter. I've already apologized in person. I can just ignore the rest and pretend I don't know him or didn't see him.

Patting his chest to prepare himself mentally, Weizhi jumped out of the car as usual, stood still, and was about to walk towards the hospital with a leisurely pace when the man grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt from behind.

"I suddenly can't remember which hospital your neighbor's brother works in?"

The man's unhurried voice rang in her ears. She turned around and saw that the person who had been following him had caught up with her at some point. He bent down slightly and came to her side.

His thin lips were right next to her ear, and when she turned her head, her earlobe rubbed against his lips.

Wei Zhi hummed, her face slightly red, and she raised her hand to rub her earlobe... While the man asked this question, Wei Zhi accidentally caught a glimpse of Han Yiming standing at the door of the emergency department not far away, talking to someone who was probably a doctor in the emergency department. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat, and he was tall and had a very imposing aura.

I couldn't hear what he said because it was too far away.

Wei Zhi: “…”

It is true that people don't talk about people during the day and don't talk about ghosts at night.

Wei Zhi was silent for a few seconds, and Shan Chong noticed it sharply.

So he raised his eyes slightly, turned his gaze away from her face, and followed her gaze to see Dr. Han not far away - the man was standing sideways with his back to them, and his presence was very strong. Wherever he stood, people coming and going would not be able to help but turn their heads to take a look.

Thinking about his true personality, Shan Chong had to admit that this guy was quite a beast in human clothing.

With a simple "Oh", the man put his hands in his pockets, straightened his back, and stood there looking a little lazy.

Wei Zhi looked back at him and blinked.

Shan Chong: “Hmm?”

A single syllable coming from deep in the nasal cavity, expressing a question.

Wei Zhi: “…”

"…I don't know if it's necessary, but I'd like to emphasize in a friendly and non-personal way that I didn't call 120, I didn't drive the ambulance, and I even followed you here—"

Weizhi swallowed his saliva.

"Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with me."

The man heard this, but didn't say anything. He glanced at her with a smile.

At this moment, he was still wearing the sweatshirt he wore at the ski resort, but he took off the quick-drying jacket and threw it in the car when he left the ski resort, so the mask he wore at this moment had the same effect as wearing a face shield...

Go to that station and you will see the Master’s majesty.

Wei Zhi wanted to stand at attention when he looked at her.

Her face was slightly tense, and she was just thinking about what to do if this person was really angry. At this time, she heard the man say in a nonchalant tone: "Why are you nervous? I'm not a jealous person like you."

Oh, all clear.

Weizhi breathed a sigh of relief and glared at him.

Shan Chong smiled, took her hand and walked towards the busiest direction of the crowd——

In an observation room not far away, the guy surrounded by three layers of people inside and outside is the unlucky guy today. At this time, he is still lying in the emergency department waiting to be transferred. During the process, he needs to check various body values ​​and take X-rays. But now he has completely woken up and is crying in pain on the bed...

How can it not hurt after falling so hard?

Weizhi stuck her head in to take a look, then retracted her head. She really hated coming to the hospital, whether she came to see a doctor herself or to visit a sick person.

Although she was always laughed at by people around her after she grew up, saying that she was an adult who was still afraid of doctors, she felt that there was nothing wrong with it. In this day and age, what good things would people have to do to go to the hospital and see a doctor when they have nothing to do?

oh.

Pregnancy does not count.

Wei Zhi didn't want to get any closer. He didn't look inside the ward, but he didn't feel comfortable just walking away. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

At this moment, Shan Chong was holding her hand and was about to step into the ward, but he suddenly paused, took a half step back, looked at the little girl standing at the door, and fell silent.

He released her hand.

Then he said to her in a casual tone: "Don't come in, go sit over there."

Wei Zhi looked at him and said, "Is it okay?"

Shan Chong replied: "Why not?"

So about five minutes later, Weizhi sat on a chair outside the emergency department, with his hands on his knees, sitting upright like a primary school student, staring at a cracked tile on the ground in a daze.

There were people coming and going in front of me, many of them were being carried in on stretchers or being sent to different departments after the initial examination.

"Twig?"

A deep male voice sounded above her head, and the girl's dizzy pupils gradually focused. She withdrew her gaze from the crack in the floor, and what caught her eye were the soft-soled shoes on the man's feet, and then the white coat above him.

She raised her head and saw Han Yiming standing in front of her with a stack of reports and X-ray films in his hands.

Weizhi was a little slow to react and uttered a dull "ah".

"Why are you here?" Han Yiming's voice didn't sound much different from before. At least in front of others, it was gentle and steady. "Is there someone I know coming over?"

Wei Zhi subconsciously turned around and looked inside the ward.

Han Yiming thought for a moment. He just heard that someone was sent here after falling at the ski resort. The injury was quite serious. Before he had the chance to see the patient, he asked the emergency staff about the situation and got the report form. Just as he was about to go to see her, he saw her at the door.

He suddenly remembered that Weizhi’s boyfriend also did this, right?

He raised his eyebrows, and that subtle feeling came.

I shook the report in my hand and was about to say that your boyfriend had a serious fall. Before I could open my mouth, a slender figure in a white sweater came out and stood at the door, his eyebrows and eyes indifferent: "What's wrong?"

His voice was cold.

There is a sense of coldness and arrogance about him.

He didn't pay much attention to the other person's appearance last time, but this time, as soon as he appeared, Han Yiming recognized him. Although they were both wearing masks, there was still a hint of spark between them during the brief eye contact.

Shan Chong saw that Dr. Han took the report form but did not come in. He felt it was a bit strange standing outside. He moved his eyes and saw his girlfriend sitting in front of the chair, looking at him with a puzzled look on her face...

The hospital corridors were bustling with people.

He came out.

Raising his hand, he ruffled his short hair that was a little messy because of the helmet. The man's tone was quite polite. He asked again: "What's wrong? Did you fall hard?"

Doctor Han uttered a slow sound, the meaning of which was unclear.

Shan Chong's dark pupils turned to his face, stared at him for a few seconds, and sneered without much smile -

He looked at Weizhi again.

There was a hint of sincerity in the laughter.

"Why," he said lazily, "so it's not me lying inside."

My girlfriend looked like she was scared to death.

My girlfriend's...ex-fiancé looked extremely disappointed.

It's quite humorous.

Han Yiming didn't say anything. He lowered his head and said softly to Weizhi, "Wait a minute, brother," then turned around and went in with the test report... After he left, Weizhi didn't react much. He just sat on the chair, his legs unconsciously swung, and his eyes subconsciously followed the white coat moving in front of him.

But I didn't watch it for a few seconds.

There was a door panel right in front of me.

Two fingers appeared on her face, pinching her chin and forcibly turning her face back.

"Everyone has left," the man said calmly, "Why are you still looking?"

Wei Zhi raised her face with his chin hooked, and looked blankly into the man's dark pupils. Before she could say anything, she felt the finger on her chin hooked and pinched the small indentation on her jaw...

She squinted her eyes because of the itch.

At this moment, she finally came to her senses, opened her arms and hugged his waist, buried her face in his arms, and said sweetly: "Who said just now that he is different from me and doesn't get jealous easily?"

The girl's soft fragrance filled his nose, overpowering the smell of disinfectant in the hospital corridor. Shan Chong said "hmm", chuckled, and inserted his fingertips into her hair, stroking it for a moment, and said calmly, "Who said that?"

Wei Zhi looked up at him in his arms.

Under her bright eyes, he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He raised his hand and patted her forehead: "Don't worry about it. Go back first. There's no one to watch over the class in the afternoon. I can't even call a nurse after the injection."

Wei Zhi said "Oh" and took a taxi back.

Although the two hospitals are in two different cities, they are both located on the edge of each other and are not far away from each other.

…

When Han Yiming finished everything and went back to the department door, the seat where the little girl had been sitting was empty.

He stood there in silence for a moment, thought about it, turned around and asked the young nurse in the emergency department if she had seen the little girl in the sweater who had just sat outside. The nurse looked confused and couldn't explain clearly.

When he turned around, he saw a man standing in front of the emergency department, which was empty just now. He was standing there in a relaxed posture, with his hands in his pockets, watching him look for someone in silence.

It's Shan Chong.

Han Yiming hesitated for a moment, then came to Shan Chong and asked, "Where is she?"

The person being questioned paused for a few seconds, then uttered a dull sound from deep in his nose, seemingly lazily, with his eyelashes trembling slightly.

He turned around to look at the loser who was still groaning on the hospital bed. After a while, he finally took his eyes off the loser and glanced at the man in the white coat slowly and said calmly, "I asked her to go back to Guangzhou."

"Guangzhou? I heard from the nurse that you came from a hospital near Guangzhou Sunac Cultural Tourism, right? It took more than an hour to go back and forth between the two hospitals." Han Yiming said, "She couldn't even stand steadily when she came here, and you sent her back again?"

Looking at Han Yiming, Shan Chong smiled without much smile and said, "Yeah."

Han Yiming: “…”

Unexpectedly, he agreed so readily, and the former showed a confused expression.

At this time, the man sighed and said slowly: "There's nothing I can do. I'm a stingy person."

He paused as he spoke.

Stop laughing.

"I don't want to see the two of you standing together for even a second."

…

canton.

When Weizhi pushed open the door of Lao Yan's ward, it was just dinner time. He was lying on the bed looking at his mobile phone with an IV drip on the back of his hand, but he didn't look unwell.

In other words, there is no shortage of hospital beds, otherwise they would have been taken away long ago.

Wei Zhi walked over and put the bag in her hand at the end of his bed. He sensed something and moved his eyes away from the phone, glanced at her, and Wei Zhi pulled out the bedside stool under the bed and sat down.

Lao Yan withdrew his gaze.

"Why are you here?" He stared at his phone and asked in a nonchalant manner, "Where's Chong? Didn't he come?"

"That person was sent to the Third Hospital this morning. My neighbor is an orthopedic surgeon here. He rushed me over because he saw the problem." Wei Zhi explained everything in one breath, paused, and asked, "Are you disappointed?"

Lao Yan: “What are you disappointed about?”

Wei Zhi rested his elbows on the bed and blinked: "It wasn't Jiang Nanfeng who asked me to come."

Lao Yan's hand holding the phone stiffened for a moment. Seeing her innocently saying the most annoying words, he wondered if Chong Ge knew that he was picky and finally picked up a devil to go home.

He wanted to pretend at first.

Now that he was exposed, he simply stopped pretending, turned over, and stared at Wei Zhi: "Did she really not tell you anything?"

"No," she narrowed her eyes slightly, "I'm not sure, have you broken up?"

She was really good at picking keywords. She didn't know how to use so many other words, but she insisted on using the two most eye-catching and shocking words. Lao Yan thought about it and said "not yet". After hesitating for a moment, he added the word "should" by biting his back teeth.

Weizhi covered her face with her hands, her eyes curved with laughter. If loud noises were not prohibited in the ward, she might have laughed out loud.

About another hour passed.

When Shan Chong entered the ward carrying food, he saw the little girl sitting with her back to the door, her whole body filled with joy. He walked into the ward while asking "What's wrong?"

Lao Yan looked at his master and asked, "Did you bring her here to piss me off?"

"It's none of my business."

Shan Chong looked down at the little girl who was looking gloating, and symbolically told her to stop laughing in a non-serious voice, then sat down next to her.

Wei Zhi put down his hand: "Master is so scared by you that he doesn't even dare to give a White Rabbit candy to others."

Shan Chong was reminded by her. He took out a candy from his pocket and peeled it. While eating the candy, he looked at Lao Yan's expression. He still looked energetic, but his face was a little pale. It was not ruled out that he was angry with his junior sister.

"I didn't think so much," Lao Yan lowered his head in frustration, "Who knew she was there at the time? It wouldn't have mattered if she didn't know. I just lent the clothes to someone to wear for a while, and asked her not to dirty or damage them..."

As he spoke, he became more and more annoyed and frowned.

Wei Zhi picked up the phone and said, "Forget it. I'll let Jiang Nanfeng explain it to you. Don't keep it like that."

Lao Yan: “Don’t.”

Wei Zhi raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

Lao Yan stared at the IV drip above his head and said, "If you ask her to explain it to me now, what else can we talk about except breaking up... maybe in a few days?"

It's like a prisoner who is about to be executed. He will be killed if he sticks his head out and will be killed if he retracts his head, but he just doesn't want to move, so he delays as long as he can.

Weizhi also had no idea what Lao Yan was thinking. From what they said, it seemed that he rarely hung out with older sister-type girls before. They were all little girls who would lose their temper with him or even need him to take care of them.

When it came to Jiang Nanfeng, on the other hand, she treated him differently. She was as nice as she could be and let him do everything. She even stabbed him in the back, and she thought she really liked Lao Yan very much... Unexpectedly, when she left, she didn't even look back.

Weizhi put away his phone.

At this moment, Lao Yan's cell phone really lit up. The person he had been waiting for all morning finally sent him a reply with just four simple words: I'm fine.

It's not even "It's good that nothing happened", but the colder one, there's nothing wrong with changing it to "It's good that you're not dead".

Lao Yan's face suddenly turned ugly. In the past, when he was drunk or had a stomachache, she would ask him how he was doing, and even bring him food and medicine early in the morning... Now, he has been in the hospital for a whole night, and all she said in return was these four cold words.

Lao Yan had also been through a lot before, and now he felt like his face had been thrown to the ground and stepped on, and he was feeling a little resentful.

【Lao Yan: I replied to your message as soon as I opened my eyes. I waited for you all morning, and you just gave me these four words?】

At least this time the other person had his cell phone in his hand, so he didn't have to wait another afternoon.

【Ginger Juice: At work, kid.】

This call silenced Lao Yan's shouting.

And then the next second he was furious with her again.

【Ginger Juice: And I was just asking politely, why are you waiting for my reply?】

Lao Yan raised his head and looked towards the window. It was closed, otherwise he would have wanted to throw the phone out... or jump out himself.

【Lao Yan: You are just happy to see me waiting for you so eagerly, right?】

【Lao Yan: OK.】

【Lao Yan: I'll be your licker, just look at me. 】

【Ginger Juice: Forget it. Have you ever seen a dog that wags its tail at someone and then bites them when no response is given?】

Wei Zhi heard his phone vibrating non-stop and his expression becoming increasingly grim, so she knew that Jiang Nanfeng had replied to his message. The depressing atmosphere made her a little nervous, so she turned around and glanced at Shan Chong, who was looking down at the comments on his short video platform.

I'm too lazy to even lift my head.

Wei Zhi turned his head to Lao Yan speechlessly: "Don't be angry, Jiang Nanfeng is like this, when he likes you he will be very nice to you, when he doesn't like you he will be cold and mean to you and turn his face away -"

Before she could finish her words, she heard the man next to her sneer. She turned around and saw him looking at her with a smile.

Behind him, Lao Yan's face turned livid: "Thank you, you are really good at comforting people."

Wei Zhi: “…”

Lao Yan lowered his head and typed.

【Lao Yan: Can't we just talk about this matter properly?】

【Lao Yan: Don’t rush to delete me. 】

【Lao Yan: I am friends with that girl. We have known each other for a long time. We are from the Pinghua Club. She is responsible for editing videos for us... What could possibly happen to her? She was standing next to me when I was opening a package that day. She said she was cold and wanted some clothes. How could I refuse her? I didn't give her the clothes. It was just a piece of clothes. I didn't think too much about it. Why did you get so angry?】

He typed a bunch of words quickly, and after a while, the person on the other end replied with three words: I'm not angry.

She was not angry, but Lao Yan was almost mad at her.

Just pick up the phone and make a voice call——

"If you're slow at typing, just talk!"

Weizhi guessed what happened without seeing their chat records and almost laughed out loud.

Jiang Nanfeng was silent for about three minutes, then typed and sent a voice message, which was only two seconds long. Lao Yan turned on the radio, which was on loudspeaker. So the whole ward could hear the calm female voice floating above the ward: "Let's break up."

This time, besides Wei Zhi and Shan Chong, even the 70-year-old man next door looked over.

"Oh, young man!" the old man said with a smile, "Your girlfriend is angry? What did you do? Did you drink too much?"

Each ward houses patients from the same department. Lao Yan's ward is basically filled with drunkards who lie down lying down after drinking too much... Everyone sympathizes with each other and promotes the style of "respecting the elderly and loving the young" and "caring for each other".

And Lao Yan's face was uglier than a ghost.

Ignoring the old man, he lowered his head and stared at his phone. He disliked people who typed slowly and started writing a short essay -

[Jiang Nanfeng: Although we didn’t take it so seriously when we were together, and it seemed a bit muddled, the principle I follow is to have fun and have fun together. Once you start a relationship, at least you won’t be keeping other fish while the relationship lasts. You will be different and you will always be ready for the next seamless relationship… (300 words omitted below)]

【Jiang Nanfeng: It seems that we are indeed not that suitable. Why are we not suitable? The way you treated your girlfriends in the past does not apply to me. If I am happy, I will buy her some small gifts and teach her some lessons. If I am unhappy, I will put it aside and try to please her with a purpose when I remember... (The following 400 words omitted)】

【Jiang Nanfeng: Now that I think about it, I was happier when we were friends. At least I didn’t have the psychological burden at that time… (300 words omitted below)】

[Jiang Nanfeng: Let's break up. Although I don't have any big flaws, I do have a mental disorder. I don't care about your past, but it's hard not to care about what you think now... (200 words omitted below)]

[Jiang Nanfeng: I'll let you go. You're not born to be able to settle down, and you don't want to settle down.]

…

She sent at least six messages.

Together, that’s enough for a senior high school student to submit three essays.

Lao Yan read it carefully at first, but the more he read it, the more he felt something was wrong. Why did all the things that were said afterwards seem irrelevant?

He turned the phone screen to Weizhi and asked, "She types with eight hands?"

Wei Zhi took a look, searched Baidu for breakup copy, and handed it to Lao Yan: "Be optimistic. At least it's based on the actual situation and changed a few keywords."

Lao Yan threw away his cell phone.

Wei Zhi looked at his phone for a while and said, "She's right. When you were with her, you subconsciously stood by the pond and cast a net to raise fish. What were you trying to do? Even if you didn't want to have two relationships at once, you were always ready to go to the next feast—"

Lao Yan turned over heavily: "I don't have it!"

Maybe there was before.

But during the time I was with Jiang Nanfeng, I really didn't.

Wei Zhi handed the phone back to him and said calmly, "You said that this person, a friend from the club you have known for many years, didn't even know that you have a girlfriend now... and you are still making excuses for this?"

Lao Yan: "Is my love affair going to be announced to the world?"

Wei Zhi: "Did Jiang Nanfeng hint to you? He told you not to keep fish."

Lao Yan: “…”

No hint.

Explicitly stated.

He felt very uncomfortable.

He opened the short video platform and glanced at his own work interface. To be honest, Shan Chong had posted Wei Zhi’s videos, and he had also posted Jiang Nanfeng’s videos quite a bit—

There are about three or four videos of them dancing together, or of her taking classes and doing other things.

But the young ladies he posted were so many.

No one took it seriously.

Even when he posted that video of two people doing flat flowers, someone left a comment below:

[Where did this young lady come from? Ahhhh, can you introduce me to the next ten classes? ]

He replied——

【Go, mine:)】

That's it, no one thought there was anything wrong with it, everyone just assumed he was just talking nonsense and joking.

For a while, Lao Yan was depressed.

He unpinned all of his most-liked videos and pinned this video of him and Jiang Nanfeng to the top, and then pinned the comment he replied to in the comment section as well.

Personal status, various sponsorships and teaching appointments on WeChat, and then added a sentence: Married (facing the death of a spouse), no idle chat, no flirting.

Wei Zhi: “…”

Weizhi watched Lao Yan fiddling with his short video platform. A few minutes later, she refreshed it and found that his private page had been greatly updated.

Weizhi: "Mourning?"

Lao Yan threw away his phone, turned over and covered himself with the quilt: "She said that I am not a good enough dog. If I wag my tail and get no response, I will bite people--"

He paused and changed his tone to sarcasm: "How dare I go against her words!"

Staring at the person with his back to him, Wei Zhi now really feels that he is nineteen years old.

He turned his head to look at Shan Chong, without even raising his head, as if he had fallen into his mobile phone, and kicked him under the chair, meaning that you should take care of your apprentice.

Who knew that the man was looking at his phone, and didn't respond when she raised it. After a few seconds, he raised his head, paused, and said slowly: "What?"

Wei Zhi thought about it and clicked on the video that Lao Yan had pushed. The video was captioned "My beloved disciple:)", and then it was him and Jiang Nanfeng doing all kinds of moves together to do the flat flower dance...

Wei Zhi asked: "Did you see the video that Lao Yan shot? The one he put on top."

Shan Chong opened it and took a look. He said, "Oh," and said, "I see."

Weizhi: “I want to take a photo too.”

"Sure," the man leaned back against the bed, "Do you want to fly the big airstrip or the halfpipe? If that's not possible, I can do the slope obstacle for a while. FS or BS 360° or 540°? 1080°, I estimate it will take two years."

Wei Zhi: “…”

Wei Zhi: "Shan Chong, do you not like me anymore?"

"No," he denied quickly, "Did I hesitate? I already promised you, and you can't stand up on your own and you still rely on me?"

Wei Zhi was furious and kicked him under the stool again. He turned around and fiddled with Lao Yan's phone. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Lao Yan, is this an official announcement?"

Shan Chong glanced at his page again, where his profile was at the top: "Okay."

Wei Zhi: "Isn't this kind of courage worth learning from?"

Shan Chong: "I don't have any WeChat appointments on my page, and..."

He glanced at her slowly, "I'm not widowed."

After he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the DF ski equipment sponsor on WeChat starting to chat again. He lowered his head and clicked on it. It was the other party who sent him the list of people who would participate in the event, asking him to check who was on the list and prepare for possible questions in the interview.

Shan Chong thought there was nothing to prepare for, he just had to answer whatever they asked.

So he didn't rush to click to read it, he just replied with "received".

…

Today is quite a chaotic day.

Last night, I took Lao Yan to the hospital and he didn’t come, so I stayed up very late. Today, I got up early. In the afternoon, Shan Chong returned to the apartment, took a shower, and couldn’t close his eyes after lying down.

After chatting with Wei Zhixian for a while on the phone, she urged him to go to bed quickly.

The man yawned and responded, then he looked around on his phone to get sleepy. As he was looking around, he clicked on the list of participants for the event that the sponsor had sent him that morning... He glanced at the other media and thought they were all good, covering a wide range of topics, mostly sports-related.

As for those few people who write novels or draw comics, the themes of their works are all about figure skating and speed skating.

What does it have to do with him?

He took a screenshot.

【Chong: Brother, what do you think I can show those who study figure skating and speed skating? 】

[DF Snow Equipment: …]

[DF Snow Gear: Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, there is no way anyone can make these two sports more popular in China! Skiing has only become popular in the past two years!]

【DF Snow Equipment: You can teach them, what, to wear a helmet when entering a ski resort or skating rink, and beginners, please ask a coach?】

【worship:……】

【DF Snow Gear: "Picture" Look, there is still a snowboarder! Is your eyesight not good enough! 】

The other party sent a screenshot.

The screenshot showed a list of various comics, novels, radio dramas, etc., with a work in the middle, which he had circled in red.

Shan Chong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the thing in the red circle——

Title: This Day in Snow Country

Author: Jizhi's Otaku

……oh.

Okay.

Shan Chong gave the other party an "OK" gesture. He was about to ask where to find this otaku's comics, but suddenly he felt that the author's name sounded familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere before...

After thinking for a long time, he remembered that this seemed to be the comic book that Backstab was reading?

Something about cultivation, ancient style.

She chased the show while lying on the bed every day, and when she was enjoying it, she forced him to watch it, saying that there was a supporting character who looked very similar to him, and that supporting character died later?

Oh, not dead yet.

Later, he traveled through time.

Well.

Thinking of this, Shan Chong turned over in bed, called Backstab, and asked him what the comic software he usually read was called.

Backstab was teaching a class at the ski resort at the moment, and was stunned when he heard this: "The sun hasn't even set yet, how could you - be so bad?"

"Work." The man said lazily.

Backstab said, "Oh," "Your work scope is quite broad, huh?"

"Well," Shan Chong didn't bother to answer him, "I'm short of money."

The students on the backstab side had all gone down and were now standing halfway up the slope, looking back at him. He didn't have time to ask Dan Chong what he wanted to do in the city. After hanging up the phone, he directly sent him a link to download the APP.

Shan Chong got the link and studied it. How should I put it? It was the first time he downloaded a software from a place other than the AppStore... The way to download the APP was obviously not from Apple's official channel. First, download the software, then open an authorization, and then download another software in the software -

It's like a Russian nesting doll, full of the irregularity of being a thief.

Finally I finished the app and clicked on it to take a look. When the page popped up, the man raised his eyebrows...

Nothing.

I realized that this was indeed the home of the "Gym Diary" that my girlfriend was reading last time. The pink color scheme looked very familiar.

Moreover, "Gym Diary" is still on the homepage rankings, and it seems to be quite popular.

He moved his fingers, and calmly wanted to click on the search bar to search for the otaku directly. At this moment, he suddenly glanced and saw the top recommendation on the software homepage——

[The Jizi at the top of the pyramid has set sail, and the series is in full swing! "Eighteen Postures of Cultivation in Another World", how many postures of this cultivator have you achieved? 】

Shan Chong: “…”

That's a terrible ad.

I give up.

Shan Chong has the advantage of being able to recognize people quickly and having a good memory. He immediately recognized the style of the characters drawn in the advertisement, which was the comic and author he was looking for, so he clicked on it to take a look.

The comic is indeed very popular, with over 100,000 comments below. At a glance, all of them are -

The male lead is rushing hahahahahaha! Take it off for me!

Mist grass is so sweet recently!!!

Lick, I want to see lick!

Wuuuuuuu! What a pity that the second male lead is not here. I want to watch a threesome!

Shan Chong: “…”

This was the second time Shan Chong was shocked today.

And my father was in trouble, so I planned to uninstall the software from my girlfriend's phone as soon as I woke up later.

He simply ignored the comic and searched the page for a long time before he found the author's column reception room. He clicked on it and scrolled down. Finally, he found the comic he was looking for in her long list of short stories and long novels.

"This Day in Snow Country".

At the top of this comic it says "The content of this comic is too pure. The editor has notified that it will be moved to a sister software today. Those who are following the updates remember to follow it."

Shan Chong stared at the words "the content is too pure" and thought to himself, thank you, author.

Skipping the cover and scrolling down, the comments section is still quite messy——

Fan 1: The competition theme is great, so when will the male lead, the second male lead, and the female lead have sex?

Fan 2: The competition theme is brilliant, so the male lead, the second male lead, and the female lead have to jump off the platform every day to train themselves not to roll on the sheets?

Fan 3: Laxatives, insider, vested interests, anonymity. I think the male and female protagonists can't roll on the sheets for the time being. The male protagonist broke his waist, so it's not going to work.

The man chuckled and thought, Snowboard jump? The author really knows something.

As I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He paused, narrowed his eyes slowly, and moved his finger back to the cover page.

Then he saw the comic book cover that he had just ignored——

A white safety helmet, a sweatshirt, and a yellow Burton Custom new ski board. In the middle of the picture, a man with an absolutely handsome comic face rests his chin on one hand, his eyes drooping lazily, squatting on a high place on the snowy park terrain props.

Shan Chong’s ability to recognize people is indeed quite strong.

Therefore, we cannot expect him not to recognize the face he sees in the mirror every day.

“…”

The man put down his phone.

By this time he was not very sleepy anymore.

I turned over and sat up, touched the head of the bed, found the cigarette that Backstab had thrown there, took it out, lit it, and put it to my lips——

He hasn't smoked for a long time.

It's just that right now I really need some pressure and a little shock.

With a cigarette butt in his mouth, the man stared at the empty room with unfocused eyes, and was in a daze for a while...

Amid the sparks, the tobacco at the corner of his lips curled slightly because of the tip of his teeth, and white mist swirled around.

After a long while, the man sitting alone on the bed raised his hand to pick up the cigarette and extinguished it decisively. With the soul-stirring sound of the cigarette being extinguished, he suddenly let out an absurd hum.

The corners of the lips are curved.

Weizhi, you readers are calling us to get out of bed.