Chapter 92: Good Years, Wonderful Years
"You're really boring."
Chen Shiyi loosened his grip on the door handle, put his index finger on his face, and pulled down his lower eyelid.
He made a face in return.
It's crazy. The two of them stood at opposite ends of the aisle early in the morning, comforting each other with their expressions.
The noisy environment returned to peace, and Zhu Yanshi left behind a sentence as he turned and left.
"Come down for breakfast."
He became his usual serious self again, which was totally inconsistent with the nonchalant look he had just displayed.
His expression changes faster than turning the pages of a book.
Chen Shiyi released the fingers that were pressing on his face and let them hang at his sides. His fingertips shrank uncomfortably, and a trace of confusion suddenly appeared in his eyes.
What is he doing?
Why did he suddenly imitate the other person's extremely childish actions?
He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then turned back to his room with a blank face.
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Those people got up quite efficiently, and the breakfast on the table happened to be slightly warm.
A sip of freshly ground soy milk lets you smell the aroma of soybeans, and a bite of the fried golden and crispy dough sticks gives you the aroma of fried and roasted noodles.
The soft and glutinous crystal buns on the table have thin skin and thick meat. The moment you bite into the buns, a thick soup with a meaty aroma flows out from the inside.
The fragrance lingers on your lips and teeth.
A few noisy young men were eating their breakfast silently, each one of them saying nothing.
Staring at Zhu Yanshi calmly drinking hot soy milk, light flashed in his eyes.
"I didn't expect you to be such a good eater!"
Jiang Yi finished eating first. He was the smaller one in the group and his appetite was not as great as the others. He finished with two sips of soy milk, took out a tissue and wiped the oil stains off his mouth.
After eating and drinking, he leaned back in his chair in a daze, sucking on the straw. After a moment, he suddenly asked.
"Will I fart a lot if I drink too much soy milk?"
She blinked and turned her head to see a few boys who were stuffing buns into their mouths stop what they were doing and glance over at her leisurely.
He acted as if he didn't see anything, put the soy milk on the table and supported his chin.
"We have activities this afternoon...wouldn't it be embarrassing if I kept farting?"
“…”
“…”
It was deathly quiet all around.
Everyone else put down their disposable chopsticks and stopped eating, staring at Jiang Yi's annoying face as if it were a dead object.
Among the group, Jiang Yi is the one who likes to come up with some disgusting "weird ideas" the most.
I didn't even dare drink soy milk, for fear that something might happen to me that would ruin me on the spot while I was at work this afternoon under everyone's watchful eyes.
In this silence, a jade-white hand holding chopsticks reached out and picked up the crystal bun from the takeout box in front of it.
He interrupted at a very inopportune time, looked at people with a pair of confused eyes, and started talking.
"Are you still eating?"
"If you don't eat it, should I eat it?"
"Can you still eat?"
Chen Shiyi stood up and left the table, with an air of out of sight, out of mind.
Zhu Yanshi was not really hungry. When he called these young masters to get up, he had already eaten breakfast.
But seeing that those people just now looked depressed and would not continue eating, he was reluctant to waste it and stuffed the remaining crystal buns into his stomach.
Everyone else left, leaving only the boy sitting next to him. He was wearing a pair of glasses and kept looking down at his phone.
He must be tinkering with music on his phone, and he looks extremely serious.
And this person is one of the most transparent people in Manta, his name is Fang Shaoqing.
Fans' introduction to him is simple: he is a quiet person who doesn't fight or compete with others. He just does his own thing, has a good attitude, is ambitious, and is hardworking and motivated.
This really shows that he is ambitious. He even writes songs while eating breakfast.
Zhu Yanshi threw the takeaway box on the table into the trash can next to the dining table, stood up, and reached out to knock on the table in front of the other person.
"Isn't there a songwriting room upstairs?"
Fang Shaoqing's fingers moved rapidly on the phone screen. After a moment, he realized that someone was talking to him.
Looking up, a pair of dark eyes stared at Zhu Yanshi's face, as if frozen, and the movement of looking up remained stiff for a long time.
Zhu Yan thought there might be something dirty on his face, so when he reached out to touch his cheek, he suddenly nodded.
"Oh, okay."
He stood up holding the phone, turned around and took two steps forward, then turned his head to look over.
"Have you finished eating?"
Zhu Yanshi didn't expect this person to have such a personality. He didn't have much contact with him in the past two days. He just saw him getting close to an invisible person in another group.
Now let’s have a face-to-face encounter.
Do you know sloths?
Fang Shaoqing was a little dazed.
Zhu Yanshi nodded carefully, and while replying to the other party, he also wrote down the conclusion of his first impression of the other party in his mind.
Fang Shaoqing is an introverted and shy little boy. He is a little slow but it is not because he is mentally ill or has any problems.
Simply being immersed in your own world all the time.
You may be walking on the road and daydreaming in between work, and your soul, which is extremely inconsistent with your real personality, has escaped to Huaguo Mountain and started fighting against the fake Monkey King.
Just now, he was immersed in the world of music, so when he realized there was a sound outside, he looked up and saw the smiling eyes of their group's newly hired life assistant.
He felt a little ashamed, but maybe he had some facial paralysis, so he couldn't show this shame on his face, so he could only blink his eyes expressionlessly.
He uttered two hard words.
No one knew, he just simply felt that when eating with friends, it would not be nice if there was only one person still eating at the table while everyone else had left.
He needs to stay and accompany Zhu Yanshi.
This is the code of conduct in his little world of wild imagination and free-flowing ideas.
I took my phone to the songwriting room on the third floor and imported the short piece of music that I had just painstakingly created on my phone into my computer.
Putting on headphones, Fang Shaoqing began to work engrossedly.
The car that comes to pick us up for work in the afternoon is scheduled for 1 p.m. During this time, everyone can use their free time as they please.
The sunlight shone on the chessboard. Zhu Yanshi had just followed the two non-mainstream young masters to clean up the scattered things. When he came down from upstairs, he saw people playing chess by the window in the living room.
Jiang Yiwawa pretended to be serious, holding his chin with his hand and squinting at the chessboard in front of him.
Playing Gomoku...
Go alone and play by yourself.
Zhu Yanshi walked over, stood beside the chessboard, and stared at the chessboard for a while.
“…”
He raised his hand and pointed at a very obvious line of black chess pieces.
"Is it possible that White has already lost?"
This time, the baby-faced man who was sitting upright and pretending to be deep suddenly realized something, blinked his bright eyes, and looked at Zhu Yanshi like an idol.
"Wow! A genius!"
He pulled Zhu Yanshi's arm and pushed him to the empty seat opposite, and started chattering incessantly.
"Let me tell you, I'm in the entertainment industry now, but I miss the past!!"
There's also a little suspense.
When he saw Zhu Yan, who had a look of indifference on his face, he clapped his hands, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.
"…Actually, I'm a Go master hidden among you ordinary people! My family has been playing Go for generations!"
"What do you think? If an elite like me didn't get involved in the entertainment industry, I would be invincible in the chess world and no one would be able to match me!"
Jiang Yi shook his head, beat his chest and stamped his feet, sighing.
"There's nothing I can do. People are just too good. I have to give them a chance to survive..."
Collect the chess pieces on the table.
"Come! I'll give you a chance and teach you two moves!"
“…”
Zhu Yanshi seemed to understand why no one paid attention to him.
It's also very crazy.
The two of them played back and forth for more than ten rounds, and only an hour had passed.
One can imagine how hastily each war ended.
Jiang Yi was beaten back step by step, holding his chest with a look of grief on his face.
“You!! You!!!”
“Tsk.”
Zhang Luchen had just come down from the dance studio to take a break to drink some water, and when he saw this scene, he felt a little embarrassed.
The boy sitting in front of Jiang Yi Xiaoba Wang looked a little dazed. His black hair might have been like this after waking up in the morning. The ends of his hair curled up, with a small tuft of frizz extending out.
Although there was no expression on her face, in Zhang Luchen's eyes, she looked like a pitiful little flower that had been devastated and was about to wither.
He stepped over and grabbed Jiang Yi who was about to start acting.
"Didn't you take your medicine this morning?"
"vulgar!"
Perhaps Jiang Yi imagined himself as an ancient young man through the brief Go game he had just played.
He put his index and middle fingers together and pointed at Zhang Luchen's face like he was singing an opera.
Zhu Yanshi took advantage of the chaos to slip away. His movements were a little awkward, as if he was crawling.
As I stepped onto the stairs, I heard a whistle from above.
Do you know that feeling?
It was like accidentally entering the Spider Cave, and like passing through levels, just as you got rid of one male demon, another one appeared.
Look, there is a blue-haired spider spirit lying in front of the railing on the second-floor corridor, holding its chin and watching the joke.
Perhaps because of the intense exercise just now, the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and his pair of dark eyes looked at people brightly with watery light.
Blow a loud whistle in this direction.
"Brother is really welcome."
Sarcastic.
Bow your head.
"Unlike me, I don't have many friends around me..."
This routine is somewhat familiar.
Zhu Yanshi felt that this brat was deliberately seeking revenge for what happened last night.
Perhaps after returning to the room and reviewing the situation carefully, he realized the feeling of being plotted against and became extremely vengeful.
Zhu Yanshi stopped going up the stairs and laughed out of anger.
Instead, he leaned against the wall next to the stairs, not going up, with his arms folded. Their eyes met, one looking down and the other looking up.
The boy raised his hand and glanced at the time on his phone.
Show the phone interface toward the other person and shake it.
"Lunch will be served in half an hour. Hurry up and take a shower and change your clothes. After lunch, you will go to the afternoon announcement."
Pause.
"younger brother."
After saying that, he raised the corners of his eyes with a fake smile.
This action may seem pretentious when performed by others, but when Zhu Yanshi does it, it has a unique flavor.
The boy was wearing a black T-shirt with white capital letters embroidered on the chest.
His expression was lazy and casual, and even the action of holding up the phone and shaking it upwards exuded a youthful spirit.
At this moment, Chen Shiyi realized with great clarity the fact that he had always been unwilling to admit.
Zhu Yanshi is no longer the delicate, artificial, sensitive, fragile, and sarcastic Zhu Yanshi before.
He stood there lazily, and through him came a scent of old age that could make one's heart beat faster...
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