The voice was loud.
It almost rang through the whole Internet cafe, and even felt an echo.
The whole Internet cafe seems to be in silence.
Just now I was excited and yelled, 'fuck, fuck, push the tower', and the like disappeared.
The crisp clatter of the keyboard also disappeared.
Xiao Weiran and Jiang Fangzhou also blinked in amazement. They didn't respond to Su Yihe's behavior.
Lu Chuan was disgusted and turned away from them.
Looking at the Internet cafe that calmed down in an instant, Su Yihe didn't respond.
He looked a little confused. What's the matter?
Why did he stop? Did he shout wrong?
"Captain?" Su Yihe looked at Yan Zhiqiu blankly.
Yan Zhiqiu, who has always been true to color, frowned slightly.
But I didn't see the slightest anger on his face. Instead, he looked a lot dull.
He sipped his lips slightly and gave Su Yihe a cold look, "... Go back first."
"Go back?"
Su Yihe was stunned. He seemed to have something to say, but before he finished, he was taken away by Jiang Fangzhou.
After the four left, the Internet cafe was still in a silent mode.
The slender young man in black, coldly and rigorously inserted into his trouser pocket.
The slender and thick feather eyelashes hang down, and the dark eyes shine like obsidian.
With the lifting of the eyes, the dark eyes swept the Internet cafe blandly.
Those who stopped their games one by one, took down their headphones and wanted to listen to gossip. When they received Yan Zhiqiu's cool eyes, they froze in an instant.
Then, the next second immediately put on headphones and look like playing games seriously.
In that case, it's like the start key is opened by someone, and all programs continue to run.
Internet cafes have regained their former noisy and lively appearance.
By this time, Shen Wanqing had calculated the accounts.
She put down her pen and put away the book.
Looking at the tall boy standing in front of him, his delicate eyebrows filled with a helpless smile.
She reached out and pulled the boy's palm, gently pulled it over and let him sit next to her.
Aware of the boy's frozen limbs, Shen Wanqing couldn't help but tut again.
"What's up?" Shen Wanqing handed him a can of wangzi milk that had just been opened.
Yan Zhiqiu's beautiful eyes blinked slightly and took it gently, with a cold jaw head, "thank you."
"Nothing, nothing. Just thank you for being so busy every day and taking me to play games every night."
"It's just a small matter." Yan Zhiqiu drank wangzi milk, and Junjun's face was cold to the extreme alienation.
In fact, the eyes couldn't help half squinting.
Wangzi milk is very sweet and greasy, just like the smell of a girl.
It made him very happy.
"... Su Yihe told you to be clear?" Yan Zhiqiu held the can of wangzi milk with his fingers. The can was cold, and Yan Zhiqiu's slender fingers couldn't help rubbing slightly.
Shen Wanqing's attention was attracted by the young man's hand, and did not stray from his response, "yes."
Then there was no sound.
Shen Wanqing paused for a while, then looked up at Yan Zhiqiu suspiciously.
The young man's facial features are exquisite and good-looking. The crimson lips are slightly pursed and look particularly soft.
Those hands, because of playing video games, have slender and white fingerbones, delicate skin and distinct joints.
Each finger is like a green onion, and the palm is connected with a slender wrist bone.
At the moment, I was uneasily holding the small red can, and my fingertips couldn't help rubbing the can.
"Can you not let him shout..." he said softly.