Zhou Ziyi stuffed the cue in his hand directly into Yan Xiuji's hand and supported the table with one hand: "Come on, Mr. Yan, the Little Sunflower Billiards Class has begun."
There was a hint of teasing in his words, as if he had returned to the old days when he always joked with Yan Xiuji. Or perhaps it was because the table was a place he had complete control over, and all his actions became effortless.
Yan Xiuji ignored the young man's small, deliberately offensive joke, took off his coat, threw it aside, and then came back to ask his "teacher": "Where to start?"
"Of course it's the posture." Zhou Ziyi raised his eyebrows and smiled, pointing at the table, "Lie down, dear."
Yan Xiuzhi’s friends: Damn... this sounds like a dirty joke.
They realized that the two people were just "teaching billiards" but in fact it was more like "showing off their love", so they all left. The young couple is so sweet together, why should others join in the fun? They should be more sensible.
Yan Xiuji really bent down, but just when he was halfway down, he found that his shirt sleeves restricted his movements. He stood up and was about to unbutton his cuffs, but Zhou Ziyi came over and took action directly.
After unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up for the man twice, revealing his wrist and half of his forearm, Zhou Ziyi raised his eyelids and met Yan Xiuji's gaze: "Is this enough?"
For some reason, Yan Xiu Ji always felt that Zhou Ziyi's glance made his heart skip a beat.
But in reality, Zhou Ziyi might just be speaking and looking at him normally, so Yan Xiuji could only reply normally and whispered, "Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome." Zhou Ziyi turned around and casually placed a white ball and a red ball, "Come on, brother."
His tone was calm and his movements of swinging the ball were natural, but in the shadow of the light, his ears were already a little red.
——Shit, did Yan Xiu Ji find out that I was posing and looking at him like that on purpose just now?
——Why did he lower his voice so much when he thanked me?
Zhou Ziyi took a few deep breaths silently and began to look carefully at Yan Xiuji's posture.
Yan Xiuji said he was not very good at it, but in fact he did have some basic knowledge, and at first glance it looked quite good. But if you look closely, there are certainly many things that can be adjusted.
Zhou Ziyi would not miss this opportunity.
"It's a little crooked here." Zhou Ziyi said as he moved the butt of Yan Xiuji's club, "You didn't put it in the direction of your sight, so it will be crooked when you hit the ball... No, it's like this."
As he spoke, the young man put his right hand on Yan Xiuji's hand holding the golf club and gently moved it: "Your hand should basically be raised to this position, understand?"
The young man's palm was very hot, and Yan Xiuji's attention was diverted to it, but he still replied: "... Got it."
"Well, lower your waist a little, your sight is too high..."
Zhou Ziyi placed his left palm on Yan Xiuji's lower back and pressed down gently. The shirt had no heat insulation function, and the temperature of his palm immediately burned Yan Xiuji's skin, and Yan Xiuji almost shuddered.
He was about to reply, but Zhou Ziyi hadn't finished yet.
"Brother, the position of the club is a little off. Uh, stick it here, understand..." As Zhou Ziyi was talking, Yan Xiuji felt his body almost pressed against his back. Not heavy, but firmly pressed against his back, and the warmth from the young man's body continued to flow in.
It was no hotter than the palm of his hand, but this kind of intimacy made Yan Xiuzhi completely unable to concentrate.
The man couldn't help but think back to that night, on the porch of his home, when they were both wearing clothes and yet were skin-to-skin. That kind of heat, that kind of anxiety, just thinking about it makes him lose his mind.
——He is willing to get close to me again now?
——Is it him…?
Yan Xiuji's eyes flickered, and the thumb holding the golf club moved slightly.
Zhou Ziyi seemed not to notice these changes. He almost held Yan Xiuji from above, stretched out his left hand to adjust the position of Yan Xiuji's golf club, and then leaned down -
Almost face to face.
"You'll know if you look at it from this angle." The young man spoke slowly, his tone as calm as a professional coach, but his magnetic voice seemed like a silk thread with a hook, attracting Yan Xiuji's attention. The breath of his words seemed to reach Yan Xiuji's nose, with a faint smell of alcohol and coffee. Yan Xiuji felt his heartbeat quicken, and he held back his breathing, as if breathing hard would blow away something light and fluffy.
"The ball is now on a straight path, and I can aim at the middle pocket. Just hit it slightly below the middle. You don't need to use too much force, just like that—"
Zhou Ziyi took Yan Xiuzhi's hand, pulled it gently, and then pushed it forward with skillful force!
clatter!
The cue ball hit the red ball lightly, and then the cue ball almost stopped, and the red ball went straight to the middle pocket. It went right into the hole.
"See, it's that simple."
Zhou Ziyi immediately stood up and released the two hands that had just controlled Yan Xiuji. He took a step back, as if to give his position to Yan Xiuji, but in fact he wanted to hide himself in a darker place so that others would not notice the heat on his body.
He felt like he was really crazy.
The matter of taking advantage of Yan Xiuji before has not been resolved, and now he is taking advantage of this unclear stalemate to take advantage of him, just like a starving ghost reincarnated. He is now a patient on his deathbed, thinking that he will die anyway, so he might as well enjoy himself a little more.
It would not be unfair at all if Yan Xiuzhi terminated the contract.
However, Yan Xiuzhi did not immediately turn around and settle the score with Zhou Ziyi.
President Yan himself was a little confused. Zhou Ziyi stood up from behind him, and he suddenly felt a chill on his back. The throbbing in his heart was like a gust of cold wind blowing through him, and he inevitably lost himself for a moment. He stood up, lowered his eyes to look at the table, and turned the club in his hand. He seemed to be thinking about how to play, but in fact his mind was like a bunch of tumbleweeds blown by a strong wind, and he had no idea at all.
"Oh, you guys are playing pool?"
Yu Yanxi's voice suddenly came from far away, destroying the inexplicable atmosphere. The two people who were distracted finally came to their senses and looked at him. They didn't know when Yu Yanxi came and how long he had been watching. But they just watched, and no one showed too embarrassed expression.
Zhou Ziyi even raised his eyebrows secretly: If I had known that I would meet this person today, I would have gone out in the afternoon to get a haircut and style my hair. I guarantee I would be more handsome than I am now.
Yu Yanxi didn't even look at him, but only at Yan Xiuji: "You can play snooker? I just learned it abroad, I'm pretty bad at it, want to play a game?"
"I don't know how to do it." Yan Xiuji told the truth and pointed at Zhou Ziyi, "He is teaching me."
"You're so good, how can I teach you?" Yu Yanxi glanced at Zhou Ziyi and smiled, "Then let's play a game? Can you teach me too?"
When these words were spoken, everyone who heard them had a subtle expression.
Zhou Ziyi looked at Yan Xiuzhi: ...Do you want to fight?
Yan Xiuji smiled imperceptibly: Whatever.
"Wow, you guys want to fight?" Yan Xiuji's friend finally couldn't help but come over and asked the two people, but his eyes only fell on Zhou Ziyi, "Will you fight 147? If you do, I'll give you a bonus!"
There was another person who was just watching the fun and not afraid of trouble: "I'll help you keep score! I know how to calculate negative points!"
Well, although Zhou Ziyi’s circle of friends does not completely overlap with Yan Xiuzhi’s, Zhou Ziyi’s previous performance when he played against Sheffield really made him stand out.
Yu Yanxi also heard something strange: "147......?" He looked at Zhou Ziyi with a subtle expression, "Can you hit 147?"
"Luck, luck." Zhou Ziyi smiled, "Forget it today. My hand feeling is not very good, so I won't lose face."
Everyone: Wow, Madam Yan is so generous. She doesn’t want to bully others but gives them a way out.
Zhou Ziyi: Wow, just pretend to be cool and then run away, so happy.
Yu Yanxi: ...
Fortunately, no one was looking for trouble or embarrassing themselves at the pool table tonight.
***
The party that night ended around one o'clock in the morning.
In fact, he could have continued to work, but Yan Xiuji had to go to work in the morning, so this was a legitimate reason to leave. As "Mrs. Yan", Zhou Ziyi followed him.
Before leaving, Yu Yanxi said to Yan Xiuji in front of Zhou Ziyi—it had to be done in front of him, as Zhou Ziyi had always been by Yan Xiuji’s side—“Let’s meet again some other time?”
"...Okay." Although some unpleasant things happened before, Yan Xiuji did not reject Yu Yanxi's face on the spot. He just added, "You can find other people. Call me when you have set up the game."
The implication is very clear - no meeting alone.
Zhou Ziyi didn't say anything, but just straightened Yan Xiuji's collar. President Yan could now accurately grasp the meaning of his small movements, and glanced at him with a faint smile in his eyes, but said nothing.
Yu Yanxi didn't know whether he understood what Yan Xiuzhi said or not. He glanced at Zhou Ziyi, exchanged a few words of greeting, and then said goodbye to each other.
The driver, Xiao Li, came to pick them up, and Zhou Ziyi and Yan Xiuji barely spoke in the car. Although the atmosphere in the bar seemed to have become relaxed before, when the two sat side by side in silence, the atmosphere was still somewhat awkward.
Especially when there is a driver in the car who is not suitable to listen to certain words.
Along the way, only Yan Xiuji asked: "How are you? Are you dizzy?"
This was the equivalent of asking "Are you drunk?" Zhou Ziyi tensed up as if he was arrested on the spot: "No! I'm sober!"
The word "drunk" always seemed like a key to that night. Once it was said in certain circumstances, Zhou Ziyi would get as angry as a cat.
Yan Xiuzhi had no choice but to stop talking.
The two returned home, one in front and one behind. This time Zhou Ziyi walked in front, because he felt that the longer they stayed together, the more suffocating it became, and he needed to escape faster.
Yan Xiuji asked from behind: "How was your night?"
Zhou Ziyi paused for a moment at this question, then turned around and asked, "What?"
"Happy or unhappy?" Yan Xiuji asked, "Do you like this kind of party? Or do you not want to go to this kind of social occasion?"
Zhou Ziyi thought this question was a bit strange at first, after all, attending Yan Xiuji's social events was one of his "jobs." But after thinking about it carefully for two seconds, Zhou Ziyi actually tasted something else.
"Boss Yan, you've been by my side tonight." Zhou Ziyi leaned on the table by the wall and raised his eyebrows to look at the man in the hallway, "So, do you think I'm happy?"
"You ask me?" Yan Xiuji looked into his eyes and said slowly, "I think... you are happy most of the time, right?"
Zhou Ziyi looked at him and smiled slightly, looking so charming even under the simplest lighting.
"If you say so, then so be it."
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