While they were standing on the roadside waiting for Xun Lang, Tang Yili and several boys became familiar with each other.
The one with the Chinese character face and speaking Cantonese is called Shen Lang, the one with dimples exposed when he smiles is called Zhao Jiateng, and the shortest one is called Qi Dong. Of course, with Qi Dong's height of 1.85 meters, he is still the ceiling for ordinary people.
Cheng Zhun was the youngest among them, and he was often damaged at every turn, which made Tang Yili laugh.
When Xun Lang came over, everyone was joking about whether Cheng Zhun liked his sister's girlfriend.
Someone shouted, Senior Brother is here.
Everyone calmed down a little.
Tang Yili and Xun Lang met their eyes and quickly stopped smiling.
Xun Lang also had surprise in his eyes, but he just nodded to Tang Yili, which was polite but also distant.
A group of people entered the self-service hot pot restaurant. It was still early and there were few customers. They gathered around a large round table and passed around the menu to choose the pot base.
Tang Yili sat between Cheng Zhun and Qi Dong, opposite Xun Lang. The two never made eye contact.
Except for the unusually cold aura between the two of them, everyone else was laughing and joking without noticing.
For a match of five men and one woman, everyone tends to let Tang Yili make the first choice.
Tang Yili ordered a small pot of clear soup first.
The boys all love heavy food, so everyone ordered the butter spicy hot pot.
After ordering here, Zhao Jiateng and Shen Lang had already worked together to bring back the hot-boiled dishes and meats, spreading them all over a large table. When the waiter came to serve the bottom of the pot, he couldn't help but gasped.
"If you don't finish the food and waste it, you will be fined."
Cheng Zhun blinked: "If I can't finish eating, I lose."
Losing and winning are probably the greatest dignity of a professional athlete.
Tang Yili smiled to herself, suddenly feeling that the boys in front of her were much cuter than the young men she had known before.
She had something in mind, and her face naturally showed a ray of tenderness. She curved her lips upwards. After washing off her makeup, her almost transparent face was less aggressive and more beautiful.
A little bit of sweetness.
The boys are a little distracted.
I don’t know who it was, but he coughed and shouted: “Eat quickly! The pot is boiling!”
Cheng Zhun: "Oh! Eat, eat, eat!"
He pushed a plate of mutton in front of Tang Yili and said, "Senior, I ate the meat too late and even the dregs were gone."
Tang Yili nodded.
It's a pleasant evening, with the sun in the west and the moon in the east. The pink glow spreads thousands of miles away.
In the small hotel, the environment was cramped and the heat was so fumigating that one could hardly keep his eyes open.
Despite the environment, the picky Tang Yili was eighty-nine percent full. As soon as he finished eating, the boys all entered a feverish stage.
No one spoke, everyone was immersed in their food.
An athlete's stomach is probably a black hole.
Tang Yili smiled, but Xun Lang suddenly raised his head, and her smile froze for a moment.
Through the steaming mist, Xun Lang's expression could not be seen clearly, but his eyes were clear and deep, with a sense of seeing things through but not telling them.
They all understand that the relationship between them is more than just students and teaching assistants.
Tang Yili felt guilty, turned his face away like an ostrich, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Get up and run away.
Xun Lang slowly put down his chopsticks.
As the only girl left the table, the dinner table became lively.
Everyone ate to a great extent and became even more enthusiastic about gossip.
Qi Dong stretched out his long arm across the empty seat and put it on Cheng Zhun's shoulders, "Hey, let me tell you, do you like her?"
"Get out of here!" Cheng Zhun pushed Qi Dong.
"Damn! Don't deny it! Tang Yili's level is guaranteed to win in the entertainment industry, let alone in our school." Zhao Jiateng was sweating profusely, lifting the hem of his clothes up and down, "Say you like her, no.
Price drop."
"I see," Shen Lang, who had been silent all this time, smiled deeply, "that girl is more interested in senior brother."
As soon as these words came out, everyone inquired with interest, looking back and forth between Xun Lang and Cheng Zhun.
It's like a bloody drama about enemies of the same family is about to begin. All the small benches and spiced melon seeds are ready.
"It's awesome, it's awesome, I like it!" Qi Dong still shouted in fear of chaos in the world, "Tell me, how did you see it?"
Although Shen Lang entered the Ray-Ban sect earlier than Xun Lang, he is the oldest among them and has the richest life experience.
He said slowly: "What's so hard to guess? Originally, that person wasn't going to have dinner with us. As soon as she heard that senior brother was coming, she immediately agreed."
Everyone looks at Xun Lang.
He remained silent and was not very interested in topics related to Tang Yili. He remained calm and seemed to be aloof from the incident.
Only Cheng Zhun wholeheartedly protected Tang Yili. He was afraid that his goddess would be wronged, so he quickly said: "Stop talking nonsense. I'll hear it later. How embarrassing."
"She has a boyfriend."
This last sentence is absolutely subversive.
Everyone looked unspeakably disappointed.
Shen Lang was careful and asked: "She has a boyfriend, how do you know?"
"She has photos on her phone, which are selfies of her and her boyfriend."
Xun Lang's hand movements paused.
Cheng Zhunquan said, "I didn't mean to peek. Senior brother picked up Senior Tang's cell phone. I went to return it for senior brother. It's such a big screen saver that it's hard for me not to look at it."
"By the way, senior brother," Cheng Zhun faced Xun Lang with a puzzled look, "What do I think of Senior Sister Tang's boyfriend? He looks a bit like you."
The other three people looked at each other, and then laughed: "Oh... no wonder, it turns out they are brothers' wives."