Anyang’s birthday party didn’t have too many fancy procedures. First we bought a 16-inch fruit cake, and then booked a large private room in a well-known restaurant. It was not much different from our usual birthday parties.
Mr. An paid for all the expenses this time, and those of us attending the birthday party prepared some gifts for him in advance.
Gifts focus on feelings rather than essence. What I gave to Anyang was a postcard with a lot of sensational words written on it. After reading it, Anyang was so moved that he almost committed himself to me.
Just kidding.
Speaking of which, this birthday will be Anyang's seventeenth birthday. After today, he will be turning eighteen. In terms of age, he is more than three months older than me.
Of course, the three-month age difference is nothing. We are still the same age, so we get along very well.
The sixteen-inch cake is not just for eating. Normally twelve inches is enough for us to eat. The reason for buying such a big cake is for no other reason than to spread butter on other people.
Anyang's face was smeared the most, no way, who made him the protagonist? After a round of cream attack, Anyang's handsome face was covered with cream.
"I shouldn't have bought such a big cake, now I'm asking for trouble!" Anyang, whose face was full of cream, was about to cry without tears.
Everyone immediately burst into laughter.
However, no one is spared when it comes to being smeared with cake. Basically everyone has a little cream on their face. After all, this kind of thing should be treated equally.
Blessings, making wishes, blowing out candles, dividing cakes, spreading cream, after the common procedures of a birthday party, we fell into a carnival.
The only pity is that Su Liuliu and the others are busy with the affairs of the Ghost Slayer Club and are unable to accompany us to the birthday party.
"Ahem, let me pee..." After three rounds of drinking with everyone, I felt a slight urge to urinate. I immediately stood up and prepared to go out and solve some physiological problems.
Seeing this, everyone said: "Hand in and exempt from the liquor license!"
That's right, we are playing the drinking game again. Only when we draw a 9 among the playing cards, which is the card that represents the alcohol-free license, can we leave the table and go to the bathroom.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Naturally, I understood the rules of the game. After throwing a liquor-free card into the center of the table, I walked out of the private room in a swagger.
"Go and come back quickly. We'll wait for you to come back and continue playing." Everyone said happily.
"okok."
After making an OK gesture, I left the private room and walked straight to the bathroom.
After the flood discharge, I looked at the bathroom mirror and said to myself: "Why does my face feel a little swollen? Could it be a cream allergy..."
Just now, by accident, Ye Yuyou directly put a dish of cream on his face. Although he cleaned it up later, his face still felt a little swollen.
But I don’t care about this. I am a man who has opened the door to life. Even if I am really allergic, it will not cause any harm to my body. At most, it will only cause some discomfort.
Of course, I still have to wash my face, but I always feel like the cream is not washed away.
"Wow..."
After turning on the faucet, I washed my face. While I was washing my face, the bathroom was already empty and the only sound was the gurgling sound of water.
After turning on the faucet, I shook off the water on my hand. Just as I was about to look up in the mirror, a figure was reflected in the mirror, which made my pupils suddenly shrink.
The person in the mirror is too familiar to me. It is Qing Ling who has left a huge shadow and psychological pressure on me.
"Qing Ling?!"
I was shocked and took a few steps back. Only then did I realize that the back was not a bathroom exit but a blind spot.
"Why do you look like you are facing a formidable enemy every time you see me? Are you afraid that I will eat you?" Seeing me looking at her warily, Qing Ling said with a smile.
"Then what do you want from me?" I asked warily.
"Don't I want to come and see you? I've heard that you have broken through to two stars, so I came here specially to have a look." Qing Ling said with a smile: "Can you not be so hostile to me? Don't forget your fate in the Spirit Bureau Competition."
Who saved it?"
After listening to Qing Ling's words, my tense spirit relaxed a little. My successful escape in the Spirit Bureau Competition was indeed inseparable from the help of Ye Xiao and Qing Ling behind me.
From this point of view, Qingling is my lifesaver, but I almost died in the fifth middle school last semester, which is more complicated.
But no matter what, it is true that Qing Ling is not hostile to me now. I relaxed a lot at that moment and said: "Thank you for saving me in the Spirit Bureau Competition. Brother Xiao is fine now, don't worry."
"Of course I know he is fine. Many clues about ghost slaves and even ghost masters were provided by me, including the clues about you in Lu Province last time." Qing Ling said.
I suddenly realized that no wonder Ye Xiao knew so much about the ghost slaves. It turned out that Qing Ling was also supporting him behind the scenes.
"Thank you very much for helping me, but I don't understand at all. Why are you doing this? What benefits can you get from helping me?" I frowned.
Qing Ling has not only helped me once or twice, but she has also helped me twice, excluding the time she let me go out of No. 5 Middle School.
When swallowing attacked us, Qing Ling intervened to stop it once. Also at the junior high school class reunion at the end of January, Qing Ling specially came to tell me that Jiang Luo was making big moves and that he might attack the outstanding young people in Yang Province and wanted me.
careful.
Later events showed that although Jiang Luo did not attack the younger generation of Yang Province, the grass-cutting operation did take place, but the target of the attack was not just Yang Province, but the outstanding young people from all over the country.
From this point of view, Qing Ling's reminder is correct, but I never expected that the ghost slave would dare to attack us in the spirit competition.
However, Jiang Luo probably didn't expect that the deputy master of the Hell Gate, Ye Xiao, whom he sent, was actually in Qing Ling's hands.
Thinking about it this way, Qing Ling really helped me a lot. This is true, but what I don't understand is why she did this.
Why does a dignified late-stage two-star powerhouse, one of the top leaders of the ghost master, take such good care of a little person like me?
After listening to my words, a smile appeared on Qing Ling's face and said: "It's very simple. I see your potential and I want to cooperate with you."
"Cooperate with me?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes, if you don't believe it, I can give you a cooperation right now." Qing Ling said with a smile,
"Private room 202, your enemy Fat Cat, who you once thought about day and night, is now drinking there."