How to Deal with a Tsundere Gong

Xu Baichuan entered the club building, turned into the media room, and a bunch of player staff members wearing short-sleeved big pants stomping on the sandals walked behind the machine, but more of them were younger sisters. The reason was to stay on the scene, in an attempt to see the players talk nonsense seriously.

The team member who was interviewed was asked to say three earthy words. This team member had a bad personality and smiled at the camera several times, and Xu Baichuan smiled inexplicably.

He has always had many choices, but his eyes have been blocked by this leaf of Tang Jin, and the Taishan behind is so tall that it is difficult to squeeze into his sight.

The club's working hours are quite flexible. Those who like to get up early can go from nine to five, and those who don't want to die will go from ten to six. Xu Baichuan likes to get up early and breathe the cool air in the morning, so he naturally chose the first one.

I get up at six o'clock every morning and go down the stairs for half an hour. I want to make breakfast and buy some materials along the way. I'm too lazy to buy ready-made ones. After eating dinner, I took the subway to the company. There were few seats. Most of them were caught in the middle of the crowd. After arriving at the company, I worked with a group of young people who were less than 25 years old, listened to the current popular stalks and paragraphs, and wanted to make tricks but not too difficult to entertain the audience but please the audience.

Sorry to say, Xu Baichuan felt a bit happy.

This unshakable happiness lasted for almost three months, until he picked up an unfamiliar number one day after work.

The coldest time in city H is rarely below minus temperature, which is not comparable to the temperature of dozens of minus degrees in city B, but when it comes to coldness, it is comparable. I do n’t know if the locals have long been used to this cold. Colleagues in the company do n’t use pads or autumn trousers. What ’s more terrible is the young lady who wears a coat with bare legs. His down jacket, every day on the subway watching the drum sleeves are squeezing and squeezing and squeezing.

When he received the phone call, he was carrying a bag of tomatoes to be slaughtered. He only walked halfway from the subway station to the entrance of the residential area, and reached into his pocket to pull out the mobile phone.

It was too cold, and he answered the phone without asking, "Hello, who?"

Without saying a word, he was shaken away by the wild music on the opposite side, and he glanced dumbly at the caller ID, which was a completely strange number.

In the past three months, he has known too many people, and for a while he was not sure whether he was a colleague who did not have a stored number, so he turned the volume to the lowest and said loudly, "Hello?"

There was a series of jingling sounds in the sound of the music, like a collision of wine glasses. With several exclamations, Xu Baichuan shouted a few times, but no one answered, so he had to hang up this strange phone call.

When I walked to the gate of the community, the cell phone rang again. It was still the same number. Xu Baichuan still picked it up. The sound of the opposite music was much lower this time. He should have walked to a quiet place. He said, "Hello?"

The sound of music is getting smaller and smaller, and the irregular footsteps are more and more obvious. The place where the other party is located should be very empty, with echoes in the footsteps. Xu Baichuan began to wonder if someone accidentally touched the phone in the bar and called him.

He decided to ask again one last time: "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

The footsteps stopped, and a low male voice came from the mobile phone. Unlike the usual low voice, it was hoarse and was about to sink into the chest, more like a murmur.

Tang Jin said: "Xu Baichuan."

Xu Baichuan suddenly stopped in Xiao Se's cold wind.