Xiaoyu’s latest Weibo post was posted the day after the IPL lost:

[All IPL members don't give trolls eyes, the mother they scolded on the Internet is just a virtual mother, and when you see your mother in the third dimension, you will definitely call auntie affectionately. Seriously, you will lose, babies]

Then there is one from the night of the final: [Uncomfortable (っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)]

Someone replied: [Uncomfortable +1. What a pity IPL lost, my roommate and I hugged each other and cried for an hour...]

Xiaoyu spit bubbles: [I really want to hug, but no one dares to hug me]

Chapter 9

When Shi Du read a few Weibo dispensable, he only thought that Xiaoyu was just a normal fan when he spit bubbles, and he didn't see anything special. but……

"Why no one dares to hug him." Shi Du said, "Does he look fierce?"

Xu said: "No, no, right? Looking at his Weibo, it should be a very soft and sandy boy."

Shi Du said indifferently, "Who knows."

Xu was enthusiastic about Amway: "Look at the video he forwarded, this and this: It's snowing, and the hozen claws are frozen, so just use the tail to pad it. Cute, right?"

Shi Du yawned and said perfunctorily, "Lovely and cute."

The next video is

Food

Video, with text: [If I change into a super down-to-earth octopus ball, will everyone still like me]

In the video is a street with people coming and going, with countless stalls and hawkers: the common grilled squid, grilled cold noodles, octopus balls, fried chicken, as well as special soup dumplings that are not very common in Beijing, time-honored cake shops, shapes Weird noodle shop.

Shi Du sat up straight and asked, "What kind of face is this?"

"Oh, this shop!" Xu said enthusiastically, "I used to eat it often when I was in R.H. The taste is very special and it makes people want to stop, especially their braised pig's trotter..."

Shi Du was also interested: "Can you eat it in Beijing?"

"Can't you? That noodle restaurant is only a small shop, and the secret recipe from the ancestors, how can it be rumored."

Shi Du stared at the screen: "But I want to eat."

At the end of the video, Xiaoyu still did not show up after blowing bubbles, but just covered the camera with his hands.

It was a slender, fair-skinned hand with well-defined knuckles, very beautiful and suitable for typing on a keyboard.

Shi Du returned the phone to Xu, glanced at Xu's suitcase, and asked, "Are you going home?"

"No, I'm going to Shanghai for two days." Xu sighed, "The day after tomorrow is the death anniversary of my former captain. At this time of the year, I go to worship him with Team Yu and the others."

"Night wind?"

Xu nodded: "You know that too?"

Shi Du thought about it and took out his mobile phone: "Then I'll go with you."

Xu was a little confused: "Huh?"

"I want to eat that pig's trotter noodles." Shi Du said, "It's okay to go and pay homage to the seniors in the circle."

"You don't know Wanfeng... You don't just want to eat, do you?"

Time is undecided.

Xu was stunned and confirmed again: "Are you really flying to Shanghai just for supper?"

Shi Du bought a ticket: "Yeah, can't you?"

"Are you exaggerating a bit?"

Shi Du said lazily, "If you really don't like it, you can go to the police."

"No," Xu couldn't help laughing, "you can eat it next time you go to Shanghai."

"But when I go to Shanghai next time, I won't necessarily want to eat it. If I can't eat what I want to eat right now, what's the fun? Eat it if you want, buy it if you want, and make it if you want. It's fun." Shi Du simply tidied up, picked up his jacket and draped it over his body, "I'll go and talk to the manager—together?"

Xu was stunned by the young master's attitude and aura: "Let's go... let's go."

There is a night market with a strong atmosphere of life near the R.H base. It is open every day from four to five in the afternoon until the early morning. The endless food stalls can't see the end at a glance, only can't think of it, but can't find it.

It had been a month since Yu Zhaohan last came here, and he had had enough. In order to make room for a late-night snack, he didn't eat dinner.

Fuck sugar-free American, 82-year-old red wine, and Huaiyang cuisine of 1,000 per capita, he will eat junk food.

want.

Now is the prime time for supper, Yu Zhaohan put on a baseball cap and a mask, and plunged into the bustling crowd.

First, let's have a cumin roasted gluten pad to cushion the stomach. The honey cake is delicious, and there must be no shortage of milk tea while walking. When he was almost five minutes full, he took the strawberry candied haws to his favorite small noodle restaurant to eat noodles.

The small noodle shop is a local time-honored brand, and new products are launched from time to time. In recent years, snail noodles have become very popular, and the boss has also launched snail lion noodles, which is very in line with Yu Zhaohan's heart.

After Yu Zhaohan ordered his meal, he found a corner seat and sat down. The boss quickly brought up the noodles: "A large bowl of snail lion noodles, please use it." The boss straightened up, saw new guests coming in, and greeted warmly: "Welcome, how many?"

"Hello, you two."

Yu Zhaohan snapped his chopsticks off. Is this voice...?

He raised his head subconsciously, and saw Xu and the tall boy walking beside Xu at a glance.

Yu Zhaohan's blood pressure soared in an instant, making his scalp tingle and his toes scratching. He lowered his head abruptly, putting his hand on his forehead to cover his face.

Xu can still understand here, after all, Wanfeng's death day is coming, but what happened to Shidu?

Yu Zhaohan glanced secretly through his fingers. The two had already sat down at the door, Shi Du was wearing sports clothes, carrying a backpack, and a pair of sneakers on his feet looked expensive. Wild and handsome, the young lady who can pass by wearing a mask asks for WeChat.

And he had a bowl of snail noodles in front of him and a bunch of candied haws in his hand.

Yu Zhaohan had a heart attack, but he knew that this was not the time for a heart attack. Putting on the baseball cap and mask, Xu and Shi Du should not recognize him. The eyes of playable assassins are poisonous, what if they recognize it? Years of bking experience told him that it is the best policy to plan ahead.