Early the next morning, Song Nanwu took a taxi to the base of the Zongji team under the resentful and reluctant gaze of Mo Qiudong, who looked at her as "uncle".
It is a villa area in the north city where every inch of land is famous for its high price.
When Song Nanwu arrived, the base was still in a state of deep sleep. She rang the doorbell several times, but no one came to open the door.
Later, Song Nanwu called Nie Hao and he came over to open the door.
"Haha, I'm working hard to gain points on the last day of the month. I guess I pulled an all-nighter last night."
Nie Hao explained with a chuckle, glanced meaningfully at the vegetables in Song Nanwu's arms, and then led her to her room.
The room had been redecorated before, and when the door opened, the view was a sea of pink.
Very girly.
Song Nanwu looked at it and immediately frowned.
Nie Hao spoke to Song Nanwu with great interest, as if he wanted to establish an image of an understanding captain for Si Jin.
"The captain said you like pink, so he specially arranged it. How is it? It's so cute and girly. Doesn't it make you feel like a little princess?"
Nie Hao had a gentle smile on his face, as if basking in the spring breeze. But in his heart, he was thinking, I can't believe this usually cold-looking guy is actually into pink! It really is true that appearances don't tell a person apart!
Song Nanwu: “…”
However, she didn't like pink, and she didn't know where Si Jin got the idea from.
His eyebrows couldn't help but jump, but Song Nanwu didn't care much and politely said thank you, "Thank you."
Nie Hao thought she was in love, and the smile on his face grew even brighter. He also tried to portray Si Jin as someone who was considerate and understanding. "Don't look at our captain as someone who seems difficult to get along with. But as long as you don't cross his boundaries, he's quite easy to get along with. Take your time."
As he said this, perhaps out of guilt, Nie Hao patted Song Nanwu's shoulder lightly, his gaze fell on the vegetables again, and a hesitant look appeared on his face.
The room is pink from ceiling to floor.
Although Song Nanwu didn't care, her eyes still hurt after looking at it for a long time.
He threw the backpack on his shoulder onto the bed and accidentally caught a glimpse of Nie Hao beside him looking at the vegetables, seeming to want to say something but hesitant.
"Can't we keep cats in the base?" Song Nanwu asked.
"Ahem." Nie Hao coughed lightly, somewhat unnaturally. He looked at Song Nanwu and said, "It's not that we can't keep a cat, but the captain hates all furry creatures. How about we send it to a foster home?"
Song Nanwu: “…”
What happened to the promise of getting along? So this is Si Jin's bottom line?
Song Nanwu looked at Nie Hao, shook her head, and refused directly.
"No, Vegetables and I have been dependent on each other since we were young, and the contract doesn't say that cats are not allowed to come to the base. But don't worry, I won't let it out of the room for the captain to see."
Seeing Song Nanwu's cold expression and the fact that there was no room for negotiation, Nie Hao suddenly felt overwhelmed. He said perfunctorily, "Okay then. You clean up the room first. I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving now."
He quickly fled the base, wisely choosing to stay away from the conflict, out of sight, out of mind.
She had few things to begin with, and there was nothing much to pack, so she just gave the vegetables a few instructions: no matter what happened, they were not allowed to talk in front of outsiders.
Although the vegetables were somewhat reluctant to be deprived of the right to speak, they understood the seriousness of the matter and responded to Song Nanwu.
Song Nanwu touched the vegetable's head, took out a tablet from her backpack and let it stay in the room to play, then went downstairs and wandered around casually.
The villa has two floors.
There are two rows of computers in the lobby on the first floor, which seems to be a place for daily training. To the left is the kitchen and the gym.
Song Nanwu observed the second floor and found it seemed to be where they lived.
There is also a swimming pool and a garden in the courtyard outside, where flowers are in full bloom.
Song Nanwu admired it for a while and then returned to the hall.
There are two rows of computers facing each other, with five computers in each row. They seem to be customized versions, and the logo of the Sogoku Sentai team is painted on the cool black appearance.
Only one computer is extremely conspicuous and prominent.
From the display screen to the keyboard to the mouse pad, everything is decorated in pink, even the computer desk is not spared, as if it is self-evident that this is someone's seat.
Song Nanwu's eye twitched, and she removed the sticky note with "Song Nanwu's seat" written on it that was stuck on the display screen.
Song Nanwu looked at the sticky note in her hand with a serious expression, so what made Si Jin misunderstand that she liked pink?
With a light sigh, Song Nanwu called Nie Hao.
When Nie Hao received the call, he thought that Song Nanwu had really started a fight with Si Jin, and his heart trembled with fear, but he heard that she was just asking if there was another computer that could be used.
He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Nanwu made up an excuse, "Oh, there was a small problem with the computer I was assigned to sit on."
Song Nanwu usually speaks in a very serious tone when she talks nonsense, which makes people believe her.
Nie Hao didn't doubt him and said, "Oh, then you can change seats. Except for the third computer opposite you, you can use all the other computers."
"Okay." Song Nanwu responded, hung up the phone, and immediately chose the fifth computer opposite. She also put her "exclusive" sticky note on the display screen.
Then I turned on the computer, logged into the alliance, and started playing ranked games.
No one from this row came down from the second floor until noon.
When Song Nanwu heard the noise, she subconsciously looked up and saw Si Jin.
He was wearing white home clothes, and his handsome face had a lazy and indifferent look, as if he had just woken up.
He was standing at the stairs with one hand in his trouser pocket, looking down at Song Nanwu with a deep gaze.
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