I heard that I'm a black fan

Chapter 11 11. Why can't I refuse?
The evening wind was mixed with hot air, and it was extremely hot on the body.The concrete road that has been exposed to the high temperature for a day is like a steaming chopping board "burning" the entire city.

An Sheng was riding a motorcycle and parked in front of a convenience store. The eaves and the parasols standing outside by the table formed a perfect shadow.

An Sheng parked the car next to the convenience store, took off his helmet, shook off the sweat from his head and sat under the umbrella, drinking the iced cola he just bought from the convenience store and sending messages on his mobile phone.

Short hair, high nose bridge, double eyelids, tough and sharp facial features, wearing a simple white shirt, sitting here with a straight back.

There is no wind around, and the sun is getting westward. He is like the last ray of light before sunset, dazzling and warm.

The convenience store is not too big, and there are not a few tables outside the house. Now including An Sheng, they are all full.

The girls around are sneaking peeks at An Sheng from time to time, and some bold ones even take out their mobile phones to take a picture.

An Sheng was indifferent to this, and kept looking at the phone. There was a black profile picture in the chat dialog box. At first glance, it was nothing special, but if you click on the profile picture and look carefully, you will find that it is not a completely black picture, but A completely black head, only the eyes glowing orange.

The one who used such a weird picture as his profile picture was another friend of An Sheng's.

"Jung Soo Hyun"

An Sheng's id in the black fan post bar before was taken from his name, but he didn't add a surname.

Zheng Xiuxian met when he and Zhao Lang first opened a fried chicken restaurant, and he also opened a convenience store, which was on the same street as Ansheng's fried chicken restaurant.

There is a message he just sent in the phone.

"what's up?"

There was a motorcycle driving around and the noisy engine sound made An Sheng very uncomfortable. He subconsciously frowned, and at the same time typed: "Are you busy recently?"

Jung Soo Hyun replied, "I'm pretty busy."

An Sheng smiled slightly and said, "It seems that I have made a lot of money recently."

Jung Soo Hyun complained: "The weather has been hot for the last two months to earn some money, besides, your fried chicken shop doesn't earn more than me?"

An Sheng rolled his eyes: "We earn hard money, how can you just command others with the bill every day like you, I am almost sunburned as a delivery person under the sun every day."

Zheng Xiuxian didn't believe it: "Heitan? Don't talk nonsense, I saw you passing by our store yesterday, how can you look a little black?"

An Sheng touched the screen with his fingertips, his face was as gentle as water, and he sat there like a green bamboo, but the words he uttered quietly and introverted were extremely arrogant: "You are farting, have you read it carefully?"

Not to be outdone, Jung Soo Hyun replied: "I still need to look carefully, you are as white as a big old woman, I can see you shining white from 80 meters away."

An Sheng seemed to be used to Zheng Xiuxian's nonsense: "I won't argue with you anymore, I have a serious business to find you."

Zheng Xiuxian said angrily: "I knew it, you must be holding back some bad things when you come to me for no reason."

"How can I say it's a bad thing, I just want to ask you for a favor."

"Help, what do you want to do?"

An Sheng took a sip of Coke, organized his language and typed: "It's nothing serious, I just want you to help me deliver food for two days."

Zheng Xiuxian replied mercilessly: "Get lost."

An Sheng had already expected his reaction like this: "Don't, I mean, really help me deliver it for two days."

"Send it for two days? What are you doing these two days?"

An Sheng explained: "I found a new job and I will start tomorrow. The store has no time to find a delivery person, so you can help me for two days."

Zheng Xiuxian asked puzzledly: "New job? Are you out of your mind, not doing your own business, and going to work for someone else?"

"I can't deliver food for a lifetime, besides, this job is very suitable."

What did Jung Soo Hyun guess: "Very suitable? Could it be your old profession?"

"bingo."

Zheng Xiuxian didn't reply immediately, and An Sheng didn't urge him. He looked up and looked around. He didn't know when the convenience store was full of girls, and he was the only boy left.

"Wow, so handsome (3')"

"Is this a trainee?"

"I really want to take a photo together."

There are discussions about An Sheng all around.

He doesn't like the feeling of being surrounded by people, and he doesn't like others discussing him in a low voice.His face immediately tensed up, and his brows were furrowed.

The phone in his hand vibrated at this moment.

"Only for two days."

After seeing this message, An Sheng's brows loosened a little. After drinking the last sip of Coke, he got up and left, giving others a chic and unrestrained back, and finally disappeared with the roar of the motorcycle engine.

In the evening, on the second floor of the fried chicken shop, An Sheng was cooking in the kitchen while Zhao Lang came up from the first floor.

The familiar aroma came over my nostrils, "I'm making kimchi fried rice again."

"Yes." An Sheng didn't look back, dug half a scoop of fried rice with a spoon, put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and nodded in satisfaction.

Zhao Lang shook his head helplessly: "I'll cook next time."

"what happened?"

"You asked me what's wrong?" Zhao Lang looked at him speechlessly: "You can only cook kimchi fried rice, I don't want to eat it every day."

In fact, the dinner for the two of them is usually very simple. Either eat some fried chicken in the store or order some other takeaways. They rarely cook by themselves. If they do, it is Zhao Lang who cooks. After all, he is a cook.

"What's wrong with kimchi fried rice? You don't want to eat some people want to eat, pick and choose every day." An Sheng scolded him.

"Who wants to eat?" Zhao Lang looked at him: "Even if you like to eat, you can't eat it every day."

An Sheng whispered: "Who said there is no food every day?"

An Sheng said this in a low voice, Zhao Lang didn't hear it.

After eating, the two started chatting.

"Are you really planning to go to Li Zhien's place?"

"Then what else?" An Sheng shrugged: "I have promised others, and you can't be a person who breaks promises, right?"

"You just agreed verbally, and you didn't sign the contract."

The light on the second floor is much darker than that on the first floor. The white light casts down, making it soft and warm. An Sheng's face is printed under the light, looking amiable.

"I know you don't want me to go. Indeed, the pie that Li Zhien threw is too outrageous. It's really hard for people to understand. It's also hard for people to refuse."

The white light was also imprinted on Zhao Lang's face, but his expression was completely opposite to An Sheng's. He was puzzled and said, "Why can't you refuse?"

An Sheng just shook his head, thinking of the time when he was high-spirited and high-spirited when he first entered college.

He spoke slowly, his voice was a little low, but he said very seriously: "I have a dream."

(End of this chapter)