"Should I still buy something for them to eat? Will they starve to death if I don't feed them? Are there any small fish and shrimp in the pond? What do ducks eat?"
The two walked towards the club while talking.
"I'll look it up later, I shouldn't die." Yi Jianqiu took out his phone and looked up how to raise ducks.
"It's time to eat roast duck after raising it to death." Zhang Nanyang gritted his teeth and said.
As soon as the two entered the hall, they happened to bump into Zhu Shun who was going downstairs.
"Are you back? Where did you go to eat and eat something delicious? You went all night?" Zhu Shun held a notebook and a pen in one hand, and was about to go to the training room to see those little kids.
"Go out for a stroll, you go to see them?"
It was Yi Jianqiu who spoke. He knew what Zhu Shun was going to do when he saw the notebook in Zhu Shun's hand. The final members of the youth training competition have not yet been determined, and every minute detail in training and competitions may become the key to their survival.
"A child with a boyfriend is like a treasure, unlike me, who can only eat meals cooked by my aunt in the club at night."
"Auntie's cooking is also delicious." Yi Jianqiu replied to him and ignored him, holding Zhang Nanyang's hand instead of going up the stairs, but into the elevator to go upstairs.
The height of the fourth floor is only a few seconds. As soon as Zhang Nanyang finished speaking, the elevator reached the fourth floor with a "ding". .
"Are you still working tonight?"
"No, there's Zhu Shun watching the same thing down here. I'm resting today and Sunday." Yi Jianqiu said it as it should be, he is now a coach, and he can give himself a vacation.
The overhead light in the room was turned to warm yellow when Yi Jianqiu entered the door. Zhang Nanyang stood at the door and looked at the ceiling, then followed the room silently.
He didn't feel it when he entered Yi Jianqiu's dormitory in the afternoon, but now it was dark outside, and the room was in this warm orange color, so he felt that the few furnishings in Yi Jianqiu's room were okay. There was no place to sit except a chair and a bed.
Yi Jianqiu looked for him in the closet for a change of clothes for the evening, but the other party buried his head in the closet and told him dully to let him take a shower first.
"Oh." Zhang Nanyang took the T-shirt he handed over and the shorts that he had worn for a few minutes in the afternoon, and went into the bathroom.
The bathroom is not big, the sink toilet, and the shower separated by a glass door are only about the size of a turn. But I can't stand the faint scent of shower gel in the bathroom, which is the smell left by the two of them after taking a shower in the afternoon. The refreshing shower gel smells the same as Yi Jianqiu's body, and it smells good.
He simply took a shower to cool off, and the foam from the shampoo was wiped on his body like a shower gel, and he was done washing. When he went out, Yi Jianqiu was sitting on the only chair in the room, reading the notebook on the table. Seeing that he finished washing, he got up, took his clothes and went in to take a shower.
Zhang Nanyang wiped his hair, and looked curiously at Yi Jianqiu's desk. He wrote down a lot of words on the open notebook. The words were not very beautiful, but not ugly, but they filled most of the page neatly. The paper is very neat, and the content written on it can be seen clearly at a glance.
The records in the notebook should be the characteristics of the players in this youth training competition. For example, it says Du Xiaokang, followed by the position he is good at, the hero, and his state when playing games here.
Zhang Nanyang casually glanced at it and didn't look any more. This was part of Yi Jianqiu's job, and it was also Tianya Club's secret. He continued to wipe his hair, and finally chose to sit on the edge of the bed, playing with his mobile phone with a towel around his back. The temperature of the air conditioner in the room is a comfortable 25 degrees, which is just right at the end of June.
The class group announced the specific time of the final exam week, as well as the summer practice location after the exam.
When Yi Jianqiu sat next to him, he was chatting with his classmates in the group, asking what flavor of instant noodles to bring so that he would not get tired of eating.
"Who are you talking to?"
Yi Jianqiu's sudden utterance startled Zhang Nanyang.
"When did you come here? Why is there no sound when you walk?" Zhang Nanyang was taken aback just now, but after all, it was Yi Jianqiu who came, so he wasn't really scared. He said something to Yi Jianqiu, then bowed his head in the group There is a sentence in it: don't bring braised beef flavor.
"It's because you chat too seriously, show me what you're talking about?"
Zhang Nanyang graciously showed him the phone. The screen on the phone was not fast, but there were always people replying to the group chat. Yi Jianqiu swipe up twice, and roughly scanned the content.
"Class group, by the way, don't you want to blow dry your hair? It will give you a headache if you just rely on the air conditioner."
"Ah, I need to blow it. Where is the hair dryer? I didn't see it just now." Yi Jianqiu reminded him.
"It's in the bathroom cabinet, I took it out, you go quickly." Yi Jianqiu tore off the towel covering Zhang Nanyang's head, patted his back and motioned him to go quickly.
Zhang Nanyang nodded, and put the phone on the bed. After the sound of the hair dryer came from the bathroom, Yi Jianqiu withdrew his gaze from following Zhang Nanyang just now, turned his head to the bed, and it was still on the group chat interface
on your mobile phone.
The phone, which had not been touched for a long time, went dark.
The white fingertips tapped the screen lightly, and the originally dark phone screen lit up again.
The topic of instant noodles was still being discussed in the group messages. Yi Jianqiu picked up his mobile phone and glanced at the crack in the bathroom door. Zhang Nanyang was drying his hair inside at the moment. The situation in the house.
In just two seconds, Yi Jianqiu withdrew his gaze and withdrew the screen in the group chat interface in his hand. The purpose of entering is the recent contact on WeChat. There are 81 unread messages on it. Brother Yi is the top one, followed by Ms. Qi, Professor Zhang, and Ang Ge below. These four are the top contacts.
Yi Jianqiu raised his eyebrows and looked at the word Ang Ge, resisting the urge to click in to read the chat records. Below the four top contacts are some official accounts with unread messages, and under these official accounts, there is a chat box with the note "Sister Yue".At this moment, a WeChat message came in on the top of the phone. This note was for Sister Yue, and five messages were sent to Zhang Nanyang. The last one displayed on the dialog box was a picture.
He didn't know what news it was, but he wanted to read it. This impulse was inexplicable. He didn't even have this desire when he saw Remark Ang Ge above. Probably because the message came in his presence.
There was an inexplicable voice in his head urging him to click in to view their chat records. His thumb has also subconsciously clicked on the dialog box, but subconsciously told him, he can't click on it, he can't read it, this is Zhang Nanyang's privacy, and he can't read it. He should choose to believe in Zhang Nanyang's...
But since he chose to trust Zhang Nanyang, why did he secretly check his phone?