What is it like to be introduced to a blind date by your ex-girlfriend?
A very light incense diffuses throughout the space, and the frosted glass allows natural light to shine into the house in a harmonious way.
There are also the silent waiters holding up the dinner plates, and the guy in a tuxedo playing the Steinway piano under the spotlight, all of which make this cold bar seem more... full of style.
It's such a cool style. In an environment full of atmosphere, facing a beautiful woman with impeccable figure and appearance in a black silk suspender skirt in front of him, Bai Yan felt a little embarrassed for the first time. Those flirty words that he had already prepared were also
Can't say it.
Playing football? It is said that the income seems to be quite considerable. In addition, the weather today and Song Mingming are in a good mood, so I am willing to listen to my best friend's introduction and make an appointment for afternoon tea with this guy.
"May I ask what kind of work you are engaged in?"
In fact, the man in front of her looks very much in line with her aesthetics, but he is a bit tanned and not very trim.
"I'm just an ordinary coach. I usually teach children to play football." Bai Yan coughed twice and put down the cup, and answered honestly.
Teaching children to play football? Song Mingming's eyebrows, which she had carefully drawn this morning, wrinkled; "The treatment..."
"A few thousand yuan a month, but no five insurances and one housing fund."
While he was talking, he thought about the price list he had just ordered. Fortunately, his wages seemed to have just been paid yesterday, so there would be no embarrassing situation.
"I don't know much about sports either." She smiled apologetically, "But the treatment is indeed a bit meager."
"It's just that if you want the horse to run, you won't let the horse eat grass..."
After a few words, Bai Yan returned to his usual funny nature, causing Song Mingming to cover her mouth and chuckle frequently.
It's just that both parties have a tacit understanding, and there is absolutely no possibility between the two of them.
"You are really interesting." Song Mingming's face was rosy, sipping the black tea in the porcelain cup, "That's your job..."
"I like my job very much, and even though some things are thankless, someone has to do it." Bai Yan glanced at the car keys with the coat of arms on the table opposite, and scratched his head, "Just like you may clearly think that I
She is a loser, but she is still willing to accept her request and waste an afternoon with me here."
"So you all know..."
"She has always been like this." He quietly looked at the slowly rising steam on the hot tea with an expressionless face, "She thinks she has done something wrong and can make up for it by doing something else."
What a fucking piece of shit.
Facing this man whose aura suddenly changed, Song Mingming hesitated to speak.
This afternoon tea could not be continued at this point, so he rushed to scan the code. It was expensive as expected.
Then Bai Yan looked at the dazzling "Insufficient bank card balance" message on the phone screen and fell into deep thought.
What kind of plane are you doing?
Just when he was looking for help from Jianghu, Song Mingming beside him had already paid the bill.
No one said anything. He grinned self-deprecatingly and returned the money he had just transferred. Then he waved to Song Mingming and watched her drive away in the pink 718.
He was a little tired, so he opened WeChat and found the guy who just lent him money to complain.
"I'm so embarrassed. I didn't get my salary, but in the end it was the beautiful woman who paid for it."
"I didn't expect that my hand speed, which has been single for more than 20 years, is still not fast enough. I'll prepare it for you next time."
"There's no next time. You think I'm not ugly enough."
"That's not necessarily the case. I watch the sky at night and calculate with my fingers that you, Xiaobai, have been in trouble recently..."
"Get lost."
"Definitely next time."
At this time, a message suddenly popped up from the pinned contact, "Is everything going well?"
"What if it goes well? What if it doesn't go well?"
"You are still like this, you are a good person, but we are over it, it will be good for us all if you come out early."
"Is it to reassure your new boyfriend?"
"Yes, we are about to get engaged. He doesn't want anyone to treat his fiancée at this time..."
Shit, Bai Yan couldn't help but cursed, and decisively dragged out the block and delete interface.
But after hesitating for a long time, he still didn't make up his mind and simply put away the phone, out of sight and out of mind.
On the way home, he spent five yuan to buy a pair of pancakes from a stall, crossed an intersection, came to the community where he rented, and climbed five floors back home.
It had one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. Because it was an old house, the rent was cheap. He gnawed on pancakes and fruit and entered the house. After opening his laptop, he started typing on the keyboard.
What I didn't tell Song Mingming was that he was actually an online writer, but his subscriptions were neither high nor low, and his grades were half-decent, so it was better not to tell him.
The martial arts book in my hand is in this very embarrassing state. It's a pity to throw it away because it's tasteless. The results are not good enough to earn much real income, and it's not so bad that I have to cut the book into pieces.
Maybe as those people say, "Martial arts is dead"?
Cutting books in time to stop losses is not a rare choice for most writers. No matter how much time and energy is invested without any return, who will be willing and willing.
Or should we wait until the climax is finished and then cut it?
At present, the plot in the book is almost about the world's famous sects joining forces to defeat the Demon Sect. According to the original design, the righteous big guys should be defeated by the Demon Sect's stunning female sect leader and suffered heavy casualties. At this time, the protagonist who has been developing in a wretched way is arranged to appear and defeat the evil sect.
The latter, who wanted to massacre the righteous disciples, became famous in one battle.
Then the protagonist, who returns triumphantly, encounters the female sect leader of the Demon Sect who comes down the mountain in disguise to recover from her injuries.
"On the top of Qingmeng Peak, Xie Qing, the leader of the Demon Sect, is wearing a swaying red dress and a stunningly beautiful woman."
"As the leader of the righteous path in the world, the sword-wielding man moved with all his strength, and the sword energy was like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, but Xie Qing just raised his hand to block the hundred-foot-long sword energy."
"Suddenly, the color of the sky and the earth changed, dark clouds covered the sun, and electricity flashed across the sky."
"Xie Qing's cultivation is so high that he has caused a catastrophe to come to this world."
"The body in red is as small as a mustard seed, and the lightning flash across the sky is as big as a mountain."
Just when Bai Yan wrote that Xie Qing was able to withstand the catastrophe, and the protagonist was sneaking around to pick up the heads.
A bolt of lightning pierced the sky and landed very close. Immediately, there was a thunder in the sky, the lights in the room went on and off, and all the furniture shook slightly at the same time.
Was there an earthquake? But he lives on the fifth floor. It’s too late to run away now, right?
So Bai Yan calmly continued to fly with his fingers.
I just don’t know why, but my back is getting colder and colder.
Is the air conditioner too cold? No, he obviously didn't turn it on...
"Are you writing about me?"
Hallucination, this must be an hallucination.
"Is it these words that control our life and death?"
It seems that my work and rest have been irregular recently, and this auditory hallucination has become more serious.
"Are you deaf?"
"Who are you calling deaf?" Bai Yan shouted and turned around, "Staying up late at night and running into someone's house——"
A short distance away, a stunning figure in red clothes met his eyes.