Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

It was a long night.

When I long remembered to Chi Xiaochi, I thought it was incredible.

After 7:30, he frequently looked at the door, but waited again and again to ask the waiter who could not serve.

Chi Xiaochi didn't eat lunch. Now I'm a bit hungry. I want to order a salad, but I think people eat it in advance. It seems unscrupulous, so I waited for the waiter.

The private room is decorated in a classic European style, with Wilde's poems on the wall, written in floral style.

After the poem was memorized, the extremely boring Chi Xiaochi turned his head and made a grimace to himself in the floor-to-ceiling window.

The eustoma flower dried, so he dipped lemonade and sprinkled it on the petals.

At eight o'clock, he sent a private message to the man whose name was a bunch of random characters.

"I've arrived." Chi Xiaochi tried to make himself look more optimistic, "I guess you've come downstairs."

He drank a glass of red wine and looked at the 132 neon lights of different sizes outside the window before looking down at his phone.

no reply.

Chi Xiaochi checked the traffic conditions and found that there was no traffic jam around.

He turned to look at the records and confirmed that they were indeed about 7:30 tonight.

Chi Xiaochi started to think wildly.

He thought, if he is in the game now, does he need to create a trigger point to get out of the new plot line?

Is it because his bow tie is not hanging well enough? Is it because there is a little gray on the leather shoes now?

Perhaps it was just a bow tie, wipe off the dust, and once he looked up, he came in.

But when he straightened up, the door remained blank.

Outside there was the collision of cups and plates, subtle human language, and a faint happy birthday song.

Everything has nothing to do with him.

Chi Xiaochi picked up his phone and edited his private message: "How long will you be here?"

The index finger stayed on the send key for a long time, he moved his finger back to the keyboard and deleted the sentence.

He typed four words: "Are you ..." lie to me.

Before entering the following text, Chi Xiaochi immediately deleted all the previous four characters, pretending that nothing happened, pretending that he never came up with the idea.

In the end, he said, "I'll wait for you."

Chi Xiaochi waited until one hundred and twelve neon lights went out gradually.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, he seemed to be sitting in the city's only light house, and the outside was covered with tidal darkness.

After drinking three bottles of wine, the waiter pushed in.

Seeing that it wasn't Lou Ying posing, Chi Xiaochi leaned on the cushion and looked at him with slightly dazzling eyes. Just when he wanted to repeat without serving, he listened politely to the waiter: "Sir, we are going to snore. you……"

Chi Xiaochi was silent.

He whispered, "Let's go, leave me a lamp."

His voice was too low for the waiter to hear clearly: "Sir, what do you say?"

"It's nothing." Chi Xiaochi lowered his eyes, looked at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, and chuckled, "pay the bill."

The waiter went to make an order.

Chi Xiaochi raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and picked up the phone.

A recent private message with him stayed an hour ago and was sent by him without a reply.

The last dozen or so articles are all asking and answering by himself, which is ridiculous.

Even so, Chi Koike carefully consulted the other party's opinion: "Can I come back tomorrow?"

This time, he quickly received a reply from the other party.

"You cannot send a message due to the setting of the other party."

There was a crisp glass break in the box.

The waiter turning back with the list was surprised, and quickened his pace, and opened the box door—

On the ground was a red wine bottle that the customer had just emptied. It was probably accidentally stung to the corner of the table when it fell down. A sharp fragment fell into the carpet's long fleece, and the broken water-colored bark was reflected under the crystal lamp. Light.

The waiter busyly said, "Sir, don't move, be careful. I will ask someone to clean it up right away."

The guest sat on the seat with one hand on the table, shaking slightly: "Sorry. Is there a broom."

The waiter quickly pressed the notification bell: "Sir, please don't move. Hold on."

Chi Xiaochi stooped down and picked up all the large fragments on the ground, stacked one by one, and placed it at the corner of the table.

After signing the order, he ironed his suit jacket with no trace of wrinkles on his body, folded his arms in his hands, and walked slowly outward.

Out of the TV tower where the elevator workers were off work, Chi Xiaochi felt that the road ahead was a little dark and looked back. The only light source that was still on the TV tower also disappeared.

Chi Xiaochi used to walk into the dark night, walked aimlessly for a while along the dim lamppost under the road, suddenly tired and didn't want to move anymore, even calling and taxiing lost his strength.

He dialed one of the only two phone numbers he could remember: "Lucas, ask the company car to pick me up."

When Lucas came to pick him up, Chi Xiaochi was sitting by the road in front of a mobile phone shop, bending his body, and buried his face in his knees.

Lucas seemed to have changed his hair color during the holiday last night, his hair was dyed a light pink blue, and he had a smell of hair dye.

He came out in a hurry and was wearing his favorite bunny pajamas.

Chi Xiaochi looked up at him: "Mr. Tony, the hairstyle is good."

Lucas didn't correct him for the first time, hurried down from the car and knelt in front of him: "My ancestor, what's the matter with you? Didn't you go out and see your friends?"

"It was a pigeon."

Chi Xiaochi summarized his nearly nine hours of waiting in three words, and after trying to stand up, his face changed slightly, and he couldn't move his legs as he held his arm: "... hemp."

The clean-hearted Lucas hesitated for a moment, still sitting next to Chi Koike with a broken jar on his face: "Then you lean on me."

Chi Xiaochi laughed: "I told you that 80% of paparazzi are following me now. The current title is still drunk on the street. I rely on it, and the title of tomorrow is to be a popular film star ruler.

"Lat, you down," Lucas said. "As far as our family is concerned, it's Laozi who rules you."

Chi Xiaochi pierced him: "Isn't it usually my mother?"

Lucas: "Get out. See the context. Do you understand me today?"

He snatched the tens of thousands of suits in the hands of Chi Xiaochi, and Tuantuan became a pillow and put it on his right shoulder: "I know your bad smell, shit, let's go."

Chi Xiaochi asked: "Are you really afraid of taking pictures? It costs public relations fees."

Lucas said, "Shoot, let them shoot, swipe down. Anyway, gossip with you, I don't suffer."

Chi Xiaochi really leaned on.

His name was Lucas: "Tony."

Lucas: "Are you looking for death."

Chi Xiaochi asked him: "Have you ever felt this way? Alone, he knows that he has been tricked, but he still has a little hope that he may not be tricked."

Lucas agrees: "Yes, I felt that way when I drew a gold card."

Chi Xiaochi: "Do you think this person is stupid?"

Lucas asserted: "Dasha fork."

Chi Xiaochi was amused and kept laughing.

Lucas looked at him sideways: "Will that Dasha fork go back? There is a hangover soup at home."

Ichikoike straightened his waist: "Back."

For the next few days, Lucas was by his side, and while contacting the public relations department to resolve the trouble that night, he changed his style to scold the liar for Chi Xiaochi.

He has done his best within his ability.

However, even Lucas didn't understand how those nine hours were spent.

Hearing what people say, even if the narrator is emotional again, it can never be compared with personal experience.

Besides, what he heard was just an understatement from Chi Koike.

——I was deceived by someone posing as a good friend in the past, and I waited for hours, but in the end, he pulled me black.

Chi Xiaochi was not used to showing the wound to others, not to tell others how good the "good friend" was to him.

He's an adult now and knows what is right and what is wrong. He knew that communication was a way to open up my heart palpitations, that he could do exercise instead of sleeping pills if he couldn't sleep, and that smoking would cause lung cancer.

He's just too lazy to do it for Chi Koike.

Human happiness and sorrow never communicate, so Chi Xiaochi made himself an island.

Suddenly one day, because of an accident, he came to a whole new world. He wanted to live with the faces and identities of others, so he didn't dare to live up to his fate.

He learns to do the right thing and plan for the future for each host as much as possible.

Knowing what it means to be unhappy, Ikeike hopes that they will be happy.

As a result, he went back and forth, and he returned to his parallel world.

This is not a desert island, but a huge paradise.

The surroundings are everything he was familiar with, and it is this sense of familiarity that can be fully immersed, which makes people addicted.

To be honest, how is this world different from other worlds.

In the final analysis, the hustle and bustle and youth of this world do not belong to him.

When Koike returned, he found that he was habitually choking the flesh on the inside of his arm.

He was taken aback and immediately released his hand and pressed the back of his hand with the other hand.

This is his old fault, and he often falls ill when his mind shifts.

Lucas has corrected his problem many times. Sometimes when he takes off his clothes when he is taking the cover of a magazine, Lucas can scare him.

Chi Xiaochi Noguchi Hu Yan: "I'm going to practice boxing."

Lucas: "Boxing hits the inside of the thigh? What kind of **** boxing? I'll report it."

Lucas gave his face to his ears every time, but the end result was always helpless to Chi Koike.

Because even Koike has never thought about what it would be like to be Koike.

Later, because I changed to another person's body and couldn't do whatever I wanted, this problem was naturally corrected.

Chi Xiaochi thought, this is probably the reason why the Lord God sent him to this world.

After all, he has played so many roles, but the role of Iike Koike failed most.

Suddenly, Chi Xiaochi's desk was bumped a few centimeters and woke him up from a fantasy dream.

The same table and front seat did not know what contradiction had occurred, kicking each other's stools.

The same table called the counterattack of the girl in the front seat "bitch", and was hanged by the rolled-up textbooks.

Chi Xiaochi pulled away from his emotions, swept away the rice carvings left by 089 in the palm of his hand, covered it in his mouth, and delivered it with the water in the cup.

He wanted to call Brother Lou for a little peace of mind, but remembered that it was now 089, and when he got to the mouth, he swallowed again, only lowering his head and smiling.

...

The space of the Lord God, "between the beards", is filled with countless gas and dust, like a small nebula, dragged by gravity, and the debris of cosmic wandering circles around, but if you look closely, the dust flashes like a film Dynamic picture, silently frame by frame.

Every dust is the story of a person's life.

The Lord God has just returned from the general system, and has not yet transformed from a human body into a huge suspended brain. Therefore, his body appears extremely small within the large "Beard".

At first, because he didn't like this small feeling, he chose a "brain" for him, which has at least sufficient majestic appearance in appearance.

He asked the AI, "Is it all yours?"

The AI ​​replied, "Yes. 061 has returned, and 089 has returned to the duty room."

The Lord God hummed.

The AI ​​paused for a moment and asked, "Are you really not worried?"

The Lord God extradited a piece of dust to his eyes. After looking at it for two seconds, he lost his interest and waved his hand: "What are you worried about?"

AI: "Your moves are too big. According to regulations, the difficulty of the world should be gradually increased, and the last world will not be arranged as C-level difficulty ..."

"This is how I reward outstanding employees." The main **** seemed to smile with a smile. "He had come to so many difficulties at random before and solved them by his own efforts. I hope he can make a peaceful transition in the last world. Is this wrong? "

AI: "IMHO ..."

Lord God: "You have spoken enough."

However, AI failed to understand the irony in the main myth, and took care of itself: "Combined with the abnormal data before, the possibility of reporting by 061 is too high."

"Let him report." The Lord God looked at a dust in front of him. "He doesn't remember anyway, because he was dealt with for the last time."

AI is silent.

He knew that the Lord God and the supervisor R99 in the supervisory agency who was directly responsible for the "slag attack recovery system" knew each other.

The AI ​​reminded him: "You can get R99 to call back his report, but you can't find a reason to format him like he did then."

After all, if there was no love brain host who reported that he had flooded his head, 061 who had requested leave from him had left the post without authorization, and even if the Lord God can suppress this matter, he cannot find a good reason.

"The reason is," said the Lord God, "why do you think I should sign the agreement that allows him to have a real body in all worlds?"

AI stopped talking.

The Lord God spread two more dusts of no interest: "I didn't send that agreement to the headquarters at all .... To put it plainly, it is a piece of waste paper."

"He has done so many violations in these worlds, plus his relationship with Chi Xiaochi ... I just need to write a report of his actions in any world, let alone format, and even destroy him It's more than enough. "

AI sighed slightly: "Don't destroy it anymore. There has been a shortage of staff in the system ..."

"I know." The Lord Shinto, "He is a very good employee. So he will forget where he is going to return."

"If he knows something, he should stay in that world with Chi Koike. The longer the better."

After talking about 061, the Lord God asked again: "How many missions in 089 are due?"

After reviewing the data, AI answered, "212 times."

"Try to arrange work for him," said the Lord God. "Recent work is indeed increasing. You need a deputy."

...

The next class is physical education. It is logical that it will be divided up by other subject teachers. However, due to today's special reasons, the physical education teacher will re-enter the post exceptionally.

The PE teacher of the No. 2 Middle School has always been irresponsible. After the symbolic assembly of names, it is time for everyone to sing freely.

At the same table invited him to play basketball.

Chi Xiaochi said, "No."

At the same table: "What does it mean? Don't fight?"

Chi Xiaochi: "No."

At the same table: "Why are you so tall? Why are you standing against the sky?"

Chi Xiaochi: "You're short for the sake of contrast. Have you ever studied philology?"

The same table hammered Chi Xiaochi: "Dead ghost. The organization will give you a difficult and glorious task. Substitute the opponent team for a while and be my undercover."

After Chi Xiaochi signed this insignificant cooperation agreement with him, he sat on a wooden bench beside the court and rested his head on his back, looking up at the sky.

He doesn't know how to play basketball, but just a little tired.

However, Ikekoike left the sidelines for less than ten minutes, and a weak man in the opposing team came off the field.

After he got up, he gave him a thumbs up at the table.

Chi Xiaochi returned a thumb.

Chi Xiaochi previously made a movie related to basketball players who retired. In order to complete a few moves, he practiced with a professional coach for a long time. Later, he often went to the basketball court to run and sweated.

Although he has n’t played basketball for a long time, and has n’t felt much about shooting, after the event, he still has the skills to play the ball and play with the team.

Coupled with his height advantage, at the same table, he can only run around Chi Xiaochi day by day, shouting at you while running, how can you slow down like a rabbit and your dad burns you.

After the activity, Chi Xiaochi's muscles and spirit were relaxed a lot, and his body gradually warmed up.

At the halftime break, he strode to the sidelines, splashed his head with the little half bottle of mineral water that he had just drunk, and pulled up the small vest to wipe his face.

When he pulled up his clothes, the conversation between the **** the side of the court and the theft had turned into a scream of excitement.

He sat on the bench, pressed his arms to his knees, and lowered his head to control the water.

Under the scorching sun, the cold water flowing through his neck was very comfortable, and his head was buzzing.

Ichiko was breathing, his heart was a little stunned.

The memory just now still consumed his mind. Until now, he has not been able to walk out completely. A heart seems to be empty, and he always feels uncomfortable.

He faintly heard two shouts from the same table, it should be something to play.

Chi Xiaochi slowed down for a while, and as soon as he looked up, he just saw a basketball falling on the rubber ground not far from him, and then shot straight towards the door of his face.

At the same table, I didn't expect that Chi Xiaochi really didn't hear everyone saying hello, so he just smashed a ball in the past and deliberately didn't throw it directly, but bounced on the ground. I thought it would be so simple Unable to catch it, who would have thought that the ball ran to Chi Koike's face and went up.

For a moment, he thought desperately, after finishing, he became the enemy of the girls in this class.

Who can play basketball without being bumped into it by one or two?

Chi Xiaochi closed his eyes, which is considered as the primary protection for the face.

However, the rubbery wind that had hit the face was suddenly stopped.

Chi Xiaochi waited for the pain to stop. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a hand sticking out of his shoulder and grabbed the entire basketball empty.

Chi Xiaochi turned his head and saw Lou Ying who did not know when he was standing behind his chair.

Chi Xiaochi was surprised, and Lou Ying who saw Ji Xiaochi was also surprised.

... Ichi Koike in Lou Ying's eyes is an adult with long hair. His hair is moistened by water and falls along the corners. There is still a little water droplets on his eyelashes. The redness after exercise appears on his face because the hair is wet and exposed With his forehead, he looks healthy, young and clean, like a college student.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and both blushed.

Lou Ying, who had received the steady ball, failed to catch it, landed on the ground, bounced back twice, and was hugged in the arms of the same table.

Lou Ying looked back and said softly: "Be careful when you play."

At the same table, he looked at Lou Ying, "hey", and covered his face with the ball, and asked Chi Xiaochi: "... who is this?"

Chi Xiaochi: "My brother. Going to high school."

At the same table: "Which high school is so early?"

Lou Ying replied: "Avoid class."

Obediently snorted at the same table.

From the perspective of junior high school students who do not know it, skipping classes is quite a bad thing. Lou Ying has a good student face with a standard that can not be seen on the left. His face on the left is five and the other is beautiful. Completely incompatible.

Sucking his nose at the same table, he asked Chi Xiaochi: "Are you still playing?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Will my brother play with you? He taught me basketball."

"Don't, don't," said the same table decisively, "the two are delicious and delicious, the little ones are going to pull the others."

After leaving the same table, Lou Ying naturally sat down beside Chi Xiaochi.

The missing piece in Chi Xiaochi's heart was just filled up.

Chi Xiaochi looked at him: "Are you skipping class?"

"I'm still not assured of you. I asked the teacher for a vacation, and I didn't go to school before the beginning of school." Lou Ying's tone was very bland, as if talking about a thing that couldn't be simpler. With 1,500 exchange points, you can use the equivalent to exchange items with good value. "

Chi Xiaochi waited for a long time. "... Nothing?"

Lou Ying: "Well, it's gone."

In the muffled sound of basketball hitting the ground, Chi Xiaochi leaned back, pretending to be relaxed: "You can just say no to this system directly with me."

Lou Ying replied, "Because I want to see you."

Chi Xiaochi looked at Lou Ying and thought, innocently, that his face was hot.

"Isn't that a bit abrupt?" Lou Ying raised his hand and gently pressed on the back of his head, and said gently, "I'll be ready to see you again next time with sufficient reasons."

Somehow, Ikekoike jumped heartily.

... Lou Ying's tone just made him think of the person he once tried to forget.

To be honest, they are not very similar.

The man who deceived him was very astringent. Without the gentle and confident confidence of Lou Ying, his behavior was more like a teenager in love for the first time.

Chi Xiaochi did not know why he suddenly linked the two men.

Is it just because they all use the word "Tang Tu"?

Chi Xiaochi remembered that he had a chat in the second world with the unidentified 061, and doubted Lou Ying's true identity.

At that time, the two talked about memories before Lou Ying.

He said, "With a little accident, you forget everything."

He added, "I owe someone a date."

And 089 said on Mi Diao, Brother Lou was formatted.

Before formatting, he gave a disk to 089.

Chi Xiaochi poked his hand into his pants pocket, and tapped twice on the corner of the disk, thoughtfully.

The combination of characters that can be tried, as 089 said, should have been tried.

He gave this to himself instead of Lou Ying. At first, he might be afraid to get the attention of the Lord God. At the second, he also believed that he could crack it.

... a 32-bit password.

Lou Ying asked him, "Why don't you talk and think about things?"

"Um." Chi Xiaochi looked at Lou Ying. "Brother, don't you think that Zhu Shoucheng has been a little smoother?"

Lou Ying: "Huh?"

Chi Xiaochi: "He has been coaching for more than 20 years. The biggest child he has ever brought is almost forty. Until now, no one has come out to accuse him?"

"The time has changed." Lou Ying felt that the problem was not difficult, "Moreover, without evidence, what is the accusation? In the end, bear it, forget it."

Chi Xiaochi blinked his eyes, and did not agree with this answer: "His luck is so good? Don't tell him to go to court, not even one who came to his house for extortion?"