On the first day of the first year, he didn't know if he was a sensitive person. Growing up so big, he always needed to be invisible while observing his emotions, but he also had to constantly ignore those big or small injuries that could not be avoided.

So he is sometimes sensitive and sometimes dull.

But when it comes to Yan Hang, he should be very sensitive.

Yan Hang took a call that no one spoke or displayed the number, and then he was a little distracted.

"I'll call a car downstairs," Yan Hang took out his mobile phone and called a car after eating breakfast, "I'll take you back to school directly."

"I'll take the bus, just hand over the car." The first day of the school was stunned, "No, you don't need to call a car, right."

"It's okay." Yan Hang's answer was simple.

He didn't speak again on the first day of the new year. After the car arrived, he and Yan Hang went downstairs together.

The car first took Yan Hang to the hotel. When Yan Hang got off the car, he held the car window and smiled at him: "Send me a message when you get there."

"Hmm." Chu nodded slightly.

After watching the car drive away, Yan Hang took out his mobile phone and called Cui Yi: "Is there any news about my dad?"

"Nothing happened, what's wrong?" Cui Yi asked immediately.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much," Yan Hang said, "I received a call in the morning that no one spoke, and there was no caller ID."

"It's not likely, you pay attention these two days," Cui Yi said, "I'll find someone to inquire."

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "Am I too nervous?"

"No one can be calm in this kind of thing," Cui Yi said. "It's a normal reaction."

After chatting with Cui Yi for a few more words, Yan Hang entered the hotel.

It is quite annoying to arrange work every morning, especially when he sees Ma Ma who deliberately stands lazily and has an unhappy face, he feels particularly irritable. Pack up a meal.

The changes in the environment are really tempering. He looks like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles now. If he had to put it aside a year ago, it was just like his horsepower. He should start it once.

Walking in the rivers and lakes is all about being free and easy, but now it has become a fixed-point stall, so have many worries.

After arranging the work and dispersing, Zhang Chen walked over and whispered, "Is there a new foreman coming?"

"I don't know," Yan Hang admired Zhang Chen very much. He didn't work much longer than him, but he could always hear the gossip, "I haven't told me yet."

"If it's true," Zhang Chen said, "you must let me be in your group. I'm afraid I won't be able to adapt to another group."

Yan Hang smiled: "Well."

Chen Jinling heard about this before going on vacation, but there is no accurate news. After the new director came, there have been many adjustments. The restaurant business has obviously improved a lot, and the waiters have also recruited some new staff. It is normal to increase the team.

Yan Hang really hoped to have several more foremen at a time, and let him go back to the waiter directly...or go to the back kitchen.

After a while, Manager Tang called and went to his office for a short meeting after 20 minutes.

Yan Hang looked at the time, stood by the corridor window at the back door of the restaurant for a while, and adjusted his mood. The beginning of the morning didn't start well. He didn't want to be emotional in the meeting, even if it was a short meeting. , even if he doesn't care about the position of foreman.

The phone rang, and a message came over on the first day of the first year.

- I have arrived at the school. I have no plans today. I will visit the teaching building.

- are the new shoes good to wear

- easy to wear, no problem at all when walking ten steps with two sweeping legs

Yan Hang smiled at the phone for a long time, and suddenly felt more relaxed, he stretched his waist and turned to the restaurant.

Before taking two steps, he saw Ma Li walking out of the back door of the restaurant with a lit cigarette in his mouth. When he saw him, he didn't respond. He just took the cigarette from his mouth and put it in his hand.

He didn't even say hello when he approached Ma Li.

Yan Hang didn't speak. When he passed him, he grabbed his hand holding the cigarette, and pinched it on his wrist.

Ma Li jumped to the side suddenly, frowned, and the smoke fell from his hand to the ground.

Yan Hang put out the cigarette butt and glanced at him: "You can't smoke during work hours, and you can't smoke in the corridor."

Ma Li was silent, trying hard to shake his hand away, but he didn't hold it loose.

"This is the second time," Yan Hang said. "The rules are for compliance, not for accommodation. Do you understand?"

"Let go!" Marley glared at him.

Yan Hang didn't move, and at the moment when he felt that his horsepower was exhausted and ready to throw his hands with all his strength, he let go.

Ma Ma's hand swung wildly without hindrance, and threw it against the wall behind him.

Immediately, his face was twisted in pain.

Yan Hang ignored him, went into the restaurant, told a few waiters that he was going to a meeting, and then went out to Manager Tang's office.

When passing the elevator, the elevator door opened, Yan Hang stopped, and when he saw the director coming out, he said hello: "Director good morning."

"Xiaoyan," the director smiled, "going to a meeting?"

"Yes." Yan Hang replied.

"Is the work stressful during this time?" the director asked.

"It's okay, the pressure of being a waiter is not small." Yan Hang said.

He has a good impression of the director. Since the director first came to the restaurant, he went to the restaurant to make a private visit and made a mess. He always smiled every time he saw him, and praised him several times.

However, his impression of the director is not entirely due to praise. The director is unassuming and easy-going. Manager Tang looks more like a director than him.

"You`ve been doing a very good job recently," the director suddenly switched modes, "but I do hear some complaints."

Yan Hang was stunned for a while, and almost didn't react. While adapting quickly, he took back the evaluation that the director was a good person.

The work is in good shape, but there are still complaints about him.

Gee.

Complaints by the hotel staff are anonymous. If Ma Ma complained about him ten or eight times, it would have produced a majestic effect.

"Although I don't think you are the one to blame for most of them, I'm still expecting a better performance from you." The director smiled.

"I will see what I can do and give it my best shot." Yan Hang felt a little upset, but he still gave a standard answer.

The director nodded: "Talk to me if you've got any problems."

"Everything is under control so far. Thank you very much." Yan Hang said.

"Go to the meeting," the director switched modes again, "do well."

"Okay." Yan Hang responded.

Manager Tang's short meeting was indeed quite short, and it was over in less than ten minutes.

Consistent with Zhang Chen's information, a new foreman had arrived. It's an older sister named Wang Qinqin, her name is very gentle, but her style is very similar to that of Chen Jinling. Manager Tang dug it from another restaurant.

Yan Hang has no idea, the only feeling is that work will be much easier in the future, and there will be more rest time...

"It's up to Xiaoyan to arrange the groups of waiters," Manager Tang said. "He is familiar with these people."

"I'll make the list before I get off work today." Yan Hang said.

"Okay," Wang Qinqin said, "Xiaoyan has worked hard. I will give more advice in the future."

"I am the acting foreman now. I need to learn more from you. If there is anything I am doing wrong, please point it out to me." Yan Hang smiled.

After coming out of Manager Tang's office, he rubbed the fake smile on his face and breathed a sigh of relief.

Back in the restaurant, Yan Hang stood beside the bar and began to think about grouping. The other waiters hadn't made up their minds yet. Anyway, Ma Ma would definitely be assigned to Wang Qinqin's group.

Finally don't have to see this person anymore, which is the happiest thing today.

"Yan Hang," Zhang Chen came over, "just now a guest called and wanted to contact the group meal, and he asked Xiaoyan directly. I said that we would not accept the group meal for the time being, but he said that he would tell you directly and ask me to I gave him your phone number, but I didn't. I told you to come back and call him... This is his number."

"Well," Yan Hang took the note and looked at the number on it, "I'll call him."

Mr Long.

He knew almost all the guests who came often, and it was not surprising to call him by their name, but he couldn't remember any guests surnamed Long that he had had friendship with.

Yan Hang picked up the phone at the bar and dialed the number.

The system prompts that this number is not enabled.

Yan Hang was stunned for a while, then dialed again, but it was still disabled.

"Zhang Chen," Yan Hang turned his head, "Did you remember the number correctly?"

"I remembered it right, and I checked it twice with him," Zhang Chen said, "Why can't I get through?"

"Well," Yan Hang put down the receiver, "It's okay, wait for him to call again."

I haven't received a call from Mr. Long all day long.

In fact, when this matter is usually put aside, he doesn't think much about it at all. It is possible that the guest's number is wrong, and the guest temporarily changes his mind.

But today, he really thinks a lot.

Although he felt that he was too nervous, he couldn't control it. He turned around and went to the bathroom. He had to wash his face to stabilize his mood.

"Go on, what's the use of one or two," someone whispered in the bathroom, "Just the same as before."

Standing at the door, Yan Hang could hear the sound of horsepower.

This endless sentence made Yan Hang suddenly suspicious of this person.

After this sentence, Ma Ma said nothing else, hung up the phone, and walked out of the innermost compartment.

When he saw Yan Hang, the expression on his face was calm, he didn't even look at Yan Hang as usual, and walked straight out the door.

"Wash your hands." Yan Hang said.

Ma Li stopped and glanced at him, turned around and walked to the sink to wash his hands, and then walked away from him with a blank face.

Yan Hang looked at his back, and his disgust for him reached its peak.

The call to order the group meal might have nothing to do with him, but the call in the morning made it hard for people not to doubt him.

In fact, Yan Hang hoped that this matter was done by Ma Ma, so that he could not only breathe a sigh of relief, but also have an outlet for all his anger.

And the three silent calls received on the mobile phone in the afternoon made Yan Hang, who was still a little uncertain, almost certain that Ma Ma did this.

Only people with this level of horsepower would choose such a low-level approach.

Yan Hang had to admit that although this method was not lethal to him, it did affect his work.

Because the phone call was approaching dinner time, the frequency began to increase. Unlike the kind of harassing calls that ring once, this call is about one every minute, and it keeps ringing until it hangs up automatically every time. Pull black.

Of course, even if the number is displayed, it is not difficult to change one every minute.

"Brother Hang," a waiter came over, "there is a customer looking for you over there."

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded, put the phone on silent, put it back in his pocket, and looked in the direction the waiter pointed as he walked.

Some unexpectedly saw... a classmate in the first year of junior high school.

"Good evening, Brother Hang." Zhou Chunyang smiled at him.

"Have you made an appointment with a friend?" Yan Hang smiled.

"No, just alone." Zhou Chunyang said.

"It's quite enjoyable," Yan Hang said, "what would you like to eat?"

"Cod and shrimp," Zhou Chunyang didn't look at the menu, "Chicken pie with mashed potatoes."

"Okay," Yan Hang nodded, "A drink?"

"Lemon juice will do, I will lose weight." Zhou Chunyang said.

Yan Hang glanced at him: "Does this figure make a fat man mad to lose weight?"

Zhou Chunyang laughed, and when Yan Hang helped him place an order and was about to turn away, he said again, "Brother Hang, don't you really need WeChat?"

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Isn't it using MMS to send you photos on the first day of the new year?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"That's not true," Yan Hang didn't expect him to say this, "but it's a private number, and I don't have a public WeChat account."

"...Oh," Zhou Chunyang was stunned, "I'm sorry."

Yan Hang smiled, turned and walked away.

I don't know what day it is today, all kinds of magical things happened one after another, Yan Hang went back to the bar and opened the calendar on the computer.

Quite ordinary, even the words on the almanac are unremarkable.

The phone in my trouser pocket vibrated again.

Yan Hang was agitated for a while, and had the urge to take out his mobile phone and smash it on Ma Ma's face.

He can change the number. This number is not used for a long time, and it is mainly used by the hotel and the guests. Changing it will not have a big impact.

But it's too easy for Marley to know his number.

The most important thing is that he has no evidence to prove that this is what Ma Li did, and there is no way to teach Ma Li a lesson by any legitimate means.

He propped up the bar and looked down at the ground.

He can bear it, after all, he has no dissatisfaction with his current job.

But this morning, he was really flustered by that phone call, and the fear and the sudden surge of memories he didn't want to think about had almost completely shattered his peace.

Even if he knew now that Ma Li did it, he couldn't immediately calm down his emotions, nor could he immediately suppress the painful memories in his mind.

One night, Yan Hang felt that his head was foggy. Zhou Chunyang came to greet him after dinner and left, and he almost couldn't squeeze out a smile.

"Brother Hang, you don't have to give me a discount today," Zhou Chunyang said. "I got my dad's card, so I don't need to save him."

"How about I give you a 11% discount." Yan Hang said.

Zhou Chunyang laughed: "No problem."

"You still packed?" Yan Hang looked at his list.

"Well," Zhou Chunyang nodded, "there's a bunch of wolves in the dormitory, bring some back to satisfy their hunger."

Although he thought the child was a bit strange, Yan Hang had a good overall impression of him.

-Why didn't you come with Zhou Chunyang today?

- where? Where did he go?

- he ate at our restaurant tonight

When looked at the message from Yan Hang on the phone on the first day of the first day, felt like blood was coming out of eyes.

He hadn't seen Zhou Chunyang all afternoon, and thought he was going home, but he never thought that Zhou Chunyang would suddenly go to Yan Hang's restaurant!

- is he alone?

-Yeah, but I don't know if he doesn't want you to know, if you don't tell me, don't ask

Zhou Chunyang went alone! gone to eat!

And the cafeteria he ate in the afternoon was particularly unpalatable and expensive, and it made his flesh hurt.

But he didn't expect to find Yan Hang in the past. He had nothing to do all afternoon, but he didn't expect to find Yan Hang!

... Of course can't think of it, Yan Hang is at work, playing a fart.

Zhou Chunyang was rich, he went to sit in the restaurant, he could order food, and the reason was very good.

And if he bought a pair of shoes, Yan Hang had to stuff him a red envelope.

Really poor & true

On the first day of the first day, sighed, mind seemed to explode, and then calmed down, a little depressed.

The dormitory door was pushed open. He didn't look up on the first day of the new year when he heard Hu Biao shouting, "Where are you going, Chunyang... What food did you bring!"

"Pizza, and snacks," Zhou Chunyang carried a large bag and put it on the table, "and meat patties, I came back by taxi, it's still hot, is there anything to eat?"

Several people in the dormitory immediately surrounded him.

Lying on the upper bunk on the first day of the new year, saw the logo of Yan Hang's restaurant on the bag at a glance.

"Where did you buy it?" Zhang Qiang asked.

"Just the western restaurant that I went back to," Zhou Chunyang said, "the foreman is that of a friend from the first year of junior high school."

"Damn it," Li Ziqiang was a little dissatisfied, "Aren't you going to call us there?"

"Accidental," Zhou Chunyang pushed on his glasses, "My dad was working out upstairs, so he had to pull me there. If I couldn't stay any longer, I went to the restaurant."

How stinky it is to wear a flat mirror when going to the gym!

A few people started to eat out of the bag as if they were robbing.

Zhou Chunyang rushed in and grabbed a box and came out, then pulled the railing of the upper bunk in the first day of the first year, stood on the lower bunk, and handed the box to him.

"Shrimp with cod," Zhou Chunyang whispered, "Last time, I saw you like eating cod."

The first day of the first day was stunned, looking at him without saying a word.

"There's still in the bag," Zhou Chunyang smiled, "I guess I can't grab it just because you look like that."

At first, I felt that I was really out of temper.

Before Zhou Chunyang came back, he was very angry, although he didn't know what he was angry about, in short, he was very angry when he thought that Zhou Chunyang went to Yan Hang's restaurant alone to eat, and he only ate a broken canteen.

But now he suddenly lost his breath.

Just because Zhou Chunyang was afraid that he wouldn't be able to grab it, he specially gave him a box.

As long as he can feel the sincerity of others' favors, even if it is only a little favor, he can immediately turn into a lump of plasticine.

"Thank you." Chu Yi said.

"...So polite." Zhou Chunyang smiled and jumped down.

When she was about to get off work, Yan Hang gave Wang Qinqin the names of the waiter groups. She came to the restaurant with the list and informed her that the waiters in her group would leave a little later to get acquainted with each other.

But this is a little bit late, quite a bit late. Yan Hang arranged for everyone to clean up, and when she was ready to leave today's work, she was still talking to the waiter.

"Why do you think she is more fierce than Sister Chen?" Zhang Chen whispered as they walked out together with Yan Hang, "Thank God for not separating me."

"If you make another mistake this month, I'll let you go." Yan Hang said.

"Don't worry, you can't go wrong." Zhang Chen smiled and ran into the women's locker room.

Yan Hang changed his clothes and passed by the restaurant before leaving. Seeing that Wang Qinqin's conversation was continuing, the waiters looked numb.

He went downstairs quickly.

Usually, he doesn't go through the staff passage. He doesn't have a car. Every time he goes out directly from the lobby to take the bus or strolls back for a few stops.

Today he also went out from the lobby, and then went around to the intersection on the side of the hotel staff parking lot.

Ma Ma usually rides a small yellow car, but every time he hides the small yellow car in the parking lot.

As expected today, it was the same as it was today. slowly rode out of the bike and turned onto the path between the hotel and the nearby shopping mall.

Yan Hang put on a mask and chased after him silently.

When Ma was about to turn a corner, he kicked him in the waist and kicked him off the car.

Then, before Ma Ma got up, Yan Hang went over and kicked his face down again.

It took more than ten seconds for the horsepower to pass before he shouted, but when the knife in Yan Hang's hand touched his neck, he immediately lost his voice.

At the back of the mall was a large row of trash cans, and he dragged him over with Maggie's clothes.

"Yan Hang!" Ma Li gritted his teeth and whispered, "I know it's you!"

Yan Hang didn't say a word, and kicked his stomach again.

He hoped that Marley didn't recognize him, but if Marley did recognize him, he didn't care.

Hit the guy until he doesn't dare to say anything.

He threw Ma Li between the two trash cans, and for the next five minutes, Ma Ma had no chance to stand up again, and could only hold his head all the time.

It has been a long time since Yan Hang had beaten someone like this. The last time was the classmate who played in the first year of junior high, and he didn't dare to hit hard yet.

Facing the horsepower at the moment, he didn't control it too much, just made sure the bones kept going.

Every punch and every kick is solid.

In the end, Ma Ma finally held his head and said, "Brother Hang, I was wrong... I was so wrong, you let me go..."

Yan Hang pulled him out again, kicked him twice on the ground, and then stopped.

Ma Li lay on the ground, holding his head motionless.

Yan Hang shook his hand, turned silently and walked to the other end.

Back on the street, he heard the horn of the car, the voices of the pedestrians around him, and the music from the store. He slowly regained some sense of reality, and the anger in his body finally subsided.

Walking to the bus stop, he leaned on the billboard and sent a message to the first day of the first year.

- do you have class tomorrow

- yeah , but i don't really want to go to class

- then you go and beg

- Please help me check if I have a part-time job, I want to work part-time

Yan Hang smiled, thinking about what would be more suitable for the first year of junior high school, without talking too much, without taking up class time...

In his trance, a strange uneasy feeling made him glance to the right.

I always felt some kind of sight.

The people coming and going on the right sidewalk, those who got off work and those who went shopping, didn't seem to be anything special.

He rubbed his face.

What's going on?