Chapter 6

Zuo Hang (work): You still feel embarrassed at times, I really didn't notice Zuo Hang (work): You have completely let it go.

Not a single thread is to be hung: It is up to my aunt to decide.

The waiter smiled and nodded before turning to leave, while Zuo Hang looked at Su Zhanyu: "Not drinking?"

No need, Su Zhanyu answered before Zuo Hang could speak, "That's it, it's enough, you can leave now."

"Even gentlemen enjoy it." Su Zhanyu smiled.

After Su Zhanyu drank three cups in a row, Zuo Hang noticed that the dishes had not been touched, and the bottle of wine that these kids had smuggled in their pants and clothes was already gone.

Zuo Hang did not know how this meal was finished, feeling that these young men were quite rowdy, as if they had been cooped up in a prison for many years. Their energy was so exuberant that one would want to slap each of them to make them quiet down, as no amount of food or drink could keep their mouths shut.

What does this have to do with that

As Zuo Hang was about to close the dialog box, he glanced and saw a signature from a classmate named Si Bu Gua.

What is this thing?" Zhuang Peng looked at the box of the hockey stick

"Cue stick." Zuo Peng was frowning as he typed code. A message appeared on Q, and he clicked to take a look. It was a friend request verification, and the other party's name was "One | Silk | Not | Hanging". The verification content consisted of just one word: Brother.

This reminded Zuo Hang of the two-hour phone call he had made earlier, which was quite similar to his current state. Could it be that this kid has gotten himself into some trouble? Zuo Hang furrowed his brow; during his school days, the most troublesome ones were the athletes from the team.

"Brother, what gift did you buy for me?" Su Zhanyu, busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, poked his head out and asked cheerfully.

"Wasteful thing," Su Zhanyu's phone rang. He happily took it out to take a look, but his expression immediately changed. "Brother, I need to step out to take a call"

The restaurant was very crowded on Saturday. Left Hang had made a reservation for 6:00 PM, and he arrived at the restaurant with Su Zhanyu at 5:00 PM to order food. If they ordered late, the speed of serving the dishes could leave one starving.

Hmm?

Zuo Hang did not know what was said over there; he could only discern that the voice belonged to a man and that he was shouting. Before the man could finish shouting, Su Zhanyu also yelled: "Are you out of your mind!"

Happy birthday. Zuo Hang tossed the rod into his hand, sat back down, and took a sip of his drink. Su Zhanyu's reaction was beyond his expectations; he did not anticipate that this kid would be so surprised, leaving him at a loss for words.

However, upon seeing this small ice hockey stick, Zuo Hang knew what gift to give Su Zhanyu

Zuo Hang (work-related): It's okay, where did you get my Q number from?

Su Zhanyu leaned back in his chair, raising his glass: "That's right, all of you come over and kneel down to drink a cup with me."

Left Hang was watching television and almost blurted out, "I bought you a hockey stick," "I have prepared a girl for you."

With the left hand, I write love; with the right hand, I engage in self-pleasure

As soon as Su Zhanyu answered the phone, it seemed endless; standing by the window in the corridor, he talked for over twenty minutes. Zuo Hang went out to check on him several times, and each time he found him frowning, at a loss for words, appearing quite agitated

The only thing that provided him with some comfort was that Su Zhanyu had a good rapport with others, and he was quite familiar with those who were two grades above him, all of whom would pat him on the shoulder and affectionately call him Zhanyu.

Well

Aside from the occasional lingering feeling of discomfort that would trouble Xiang's heart for a while, Dong Huan's traces have gradually faded away

Su Zhanyu? Looking at this name, it is indeed true that a person's character is reflected in their name.

When they reached the entrance of the hotel, Su Zhanyu stopped, turned around, and looked at him: "Brother, may I borrow your car for a while"

Oh! Upon seeing Zuo Hang enter with a cue stick, someone shouted, "What a great cue!"

Zuo Hang made a reservation for a private room at a restaurant next to the Normal University. According to his mother's wishes, he also arranged the place for singing in the evening. His mother felt that since Su Zhanyu was studying here alone, it was essential for family to ensure that this birthday was celebrated well for him, fearing that he might feel homesick because of his birthday.

No. Su Zhanyu glanced at him, lowered his head, and began to chop vegetables, his movements very skilled

"Hockey stick, I bought it for my younger brother." Zuo Hang lifted the coffee cup and drank it in one gulp. He was unsure of its usability, but the stick was quite beautiful, and he felt a special sense of accomplishment after the purchase

After returning home, Zuo Hang did not continue discussing the birthday dinner with Su Zhanyu. Su Zhanyu attempted to bring it up several times but was interrupted by him. In the end, he had no choice but to give up and said, "Bro, I will make your birthday enjoyable."

During the course of a meal, Su Zhanyu's phone rang numerous times, with both text messages and calls. This fellow can drink; there is no possibility that he is too drunk to hear his phone ringing. However, for some reason, he consistently chose to ignore it

"Alright, alright," Zuo Hang tilted his head back and downed a glass of wine, pointing at Su Zhanyu, who had been laughing across from him. "The main character of today is over there waiting for your worship."

At this moment, Su Zhanyu finally came to his senses, placed the rod on the table, rushed over, and hugged Zuo Hang, giving him a hard kiss on the cheek: "Brother, thank you"

"Having a brother is truly wonderful!" someone patted Su Zhanyu on the shoulder and exclaimed

Zuo Hang glanced at the time, went out to settle the bill, and when he returned, he finally found a brief moment of quiet to speak: "This should be about done, right? I have booked a private room, and we will go sing soon, just next door."

One | Silk | Not | Hanging: Truly has character

He passed the verification and slapped away Zhuang Peng's hand, which was preparing to open the box

Su Zhanyu paused for a moment while holding a cabbage in his hand and said, "Really?"

"Brother," Su Zhanyu came over, putting his arm around his shoulder and leaning close to his ear, "How much did you spend today? You really went overboard."

Everyone has left, and the ringtone of the phone sounds particularly resounding in the quiet booth. Coupled with the fact that Zuo Hang has been staring at him, Su Zhanyu had no choice but to take out his phone, frowning as he pressed the answer button, his tone quite impatient: "What on earth do you want!"

"Damn it," Zuo Hang quickly pushed him away and wiped his face with his hand, "You've got saliva all over your mouth!"

Which one? Su Zhanyu's chopping motion did not stop, swish swish swish

"Stop drinking aimlessly, eat some vegetables instead." Zuo Hang tapped his cup on the table.

You cry out in ecstasy, still wanting more

Su Zhanyu quickly threw the person off him onto the chair, turned around, and saw the box in Zuo Hang's hand, completely stunned, unable to speak for a long time in surprise

"Looks good, has a thick skin, a good personality, and can even play such a sophisticated game as ice hockey," Zuo Hang said as he reached out to pinch a piece of lettuce from the plate and put it in his mouth. "Little girls all like this type."

Get lost

Do you like it

"It doesn't seem like it, your kind of..." Zuo Hang hesitated for a moment

Are you surprised

"Wait," Zuo Hang stood up and walked outside. Su Zhanyu did not ask; he had almost forgotten about this matter. He had left the cue at the hotel reception. "I will go and call the girl for you"

Zuo Hang noticed that there was a similar one on his set of keys, which made him want to laugh a little. When he was a child visiting his grandmother's house, whenever the elders bought Zuo Hang some small trinket, Gou Dan would always insist on having one just like it, even if it meant using a soup spoon, he had to use the same one as him

"Not great." Su Zhanyu replied dejectedly as he returned to the kitchen

When the door to the private room was closed, Zuo Hang heard a burst of uproar from inside.

"Calling me a miss is a waste of money," Su Zhanyu laughed heartily while holding onto him. Before he could finish laughing, his phone rang. He seemed not to hear it and did not look at it, just pulling Zuo Hang to walk outside. "In a moment, I will sing you a song called 'Not a Single Thread of Attachment'"

I am so surprised that I might have to offer myself in return, or not.

One | thread | not | hanging: Brother, do you still have a "Zuo Hang (private use)" account? This account seems to be a bit too much pressure for chatting. Zuo Hang (work use): This is the only account I have, I also use this account for flirting.

"You will die of laughter," said Zuo Hang with a smile as he walked out of the kitchen. "If there are any girls, I will keep them for myself. What business do you have with them?"

Get lost, your family's door mallet is like this

"Zhan Yu, you are seeking death!" Several people immediately turned around and started to force-feed Su Zhan Yu.

After all these years, this flaw has not changed; this boy is still just a child, immature.

"It's not worth worrying about a few dollars for drinks; it would be embarrassing to be seen doing that." Zuo Hang sighed. This restaurant does not allow bringing in outside beverages, and even if one does, there is a corkage fee. Su Zhanyu's classmates might even find some way to sneak in drinks.

Su Zhanyu raised his hand to wipe his mouth, chuckled for a while, and after playing with the rod in his hand for some time, he murmured softly: "I really didn't expect it, brother, I really didn't expect it..."

How enjoyable it is

What drinks would you like?" After ordering the dishes, the waiter asked again

After the dishes were served, the few young men whom Zuo Hang had bailed out from the police station gathered around to pour him drinks, expressing their gratitude for his previous act of kindness in rescuing them. Their grateful demeanor made Zuo Hang ponder whether he should accept these young men as his subordinates and transform into a mafia boss, embarking on a journey through the underworld.

Zuo Hang (for work): No, let's set up a restaurant, I'll make the reservation, you don't need to worry about it, consider it a birthday gift from me and your aunt | Si | Bu | Gua: I https://m.hetushu.com.com feel so embarrassed, no, come on, brother.

Su Zhanyu leaned on the table watching Zuo Hang order: "Don't order anything too fancy, these guys are all gluttons, just enough to fill them up will do."

In contrast, the name of this outstanding and upright young man, Zuo Hang, on Q stands in stark contrast; his name is Zuo Hang (for work purposes)

He spent half a day researching before realizing that this item is divided into two types: regular hockey sticks and goalie sticks. He pretended to discuss hockey with Su Zhanyu, extracting that he is a forward, and then chose a carbon fiber hockey stick that the salesgirl strongly recommended.

Get lost

He did not take the rod, for which he spent half a month's salary, directly home, but instead left it in the office

"Stop talking nonsense." Zuo Hang waved his hand, as he was well aware of the appetites of children at this age. When he was in university, he could easily devour five or six steamed buns, and with other dishes included, he could eat as much as a pig in one sitting

One | thread | not | hang: Is there any need to decide this, just casually choose from the food stalls outside the school

Regarding Dong Huan's matter of coming to collect items, Zuo Hang did not inquire further with Su Zhanyu, nor did Su Zhanyu bring it up. However, Zuo Hang's key was taken by him, and when it was returned, the previous keychain had been replaced with a small ice hockey stick. Su Zhanyu mentioned that it was a souvenir from the last match of the team, which he had requested from the coach.

"Your younger brother plays ice hockey? That's quite sophisticated," Zhuang Peng remarked, "Back when I was in college, playing basketball was already considered a tool for attracting girls."

The commotion in the private room was so loud that it made Zuo Hang's head throb, and the waiter had to pause for a moment upon entering to serve the dishes.

What kind of ball is that

"If we're going to play, let's just play and not bring this up, alright? It won't cost much, and we won't be calling any girls for you." This time, Zuo Hang did not push him away; he was a bit tipsy from drinking too much at the start with that large glass of alcohol.

"Brother," Su Zhanyu downed three glasses of wine without even changing his expression. He set down the cup and looked at him, "Where is my gift?"

"Drink, how can one not drink, as much as you want," Su Zhanyu laughed, moving closer to him, "How expensive is the wine at the restaurant? When they come later, they can bring the wine in. If I get drunk today, you have to carry me back."

Zuo Hang felt that it wasn't that serious. Su Zhanyu's carefree demeanor really did not seem like that of someone who would be overly sentimental. The fact that he could drink without getting into a fight was already considered quite refined.

It was not until 6 o'clock that those classmates, carrying a large cake, arrived at the restaurant. Only then did Su Zhanyu finally hang up the phone and rush back to the private room. Zuo Hang was somewhat surprised to find that among the arrivals, there was not a single girl, just a group of young men.

Su Zhanyu has been playing ice hockey since high school, and he has always used wooden sticks. They are prone to breaking during official matches, and Li Hang was unaware that ice hockey sticks were such fragile items.

It's nothing, brother, I'm serious, you aren't really going to get me a girl, are you

One | Silk | Not | Hang : I day

The elder brother is truly generous! A group of people began to shout again, all standing up and preparing to leave.

One thread does not hang: Brother, I need to tell you something

When he returned with the cue stick, the group of children was still making a fuss. Su Zhanyu, holding an empty cup, joked with a friend hanging on his shoulder: "It's up to you, drink as much as you want, just don't cling to me and cry later when you can't go back."

One | thread | not | hang: I want to invite my classmates to dinner on my birthday, you should come along, the guys from our team last time wanted to thank you in person, Zuo Hang (for work): Sure, have you decided on the location

Zuo Hang ignored him, and sent a message without any hesitation, "Bro, are you busy?"

Zuo Hang was startled awake from his slight dizziness by the two shouts, frowning as he looked at him. He couldn't care about anything else; the shouting continued from over there. He kicked a chair and said, "If you have the guts, then jump! Damn it, I'll go collect your corpse!"

This is quite a surprise

Zuo Hang felt that this opportunity was quite good, so he stood up and followed in. He gave a slap on his backside and asked: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Are you going to play gateball?" Zhuang Peng looked at him with a face full of disdain

Su Zhanyu hung up the phone, picked up the cue stick, and walked outside. Zuo Hang followed him silently, as it felt inappropriate to ask anything at that moment

Zuo Hang (work-related): Oh, [wipes sweat]

Zuo Hang (work-related): It's settled then, I won't chat anymore as I am at work

"Really, how is it?" Zuo Hang turned his head to look at him, only to find the young man wearing a face full of distress

In two months, they will have a competition. Although Zuo Hang believes that Su Zhanyu, a freshman, may not necessarily have the opportunity to play, he still decides to help him change a rod, as at the very least, he should not break a rod during a match.

When reading the first half of the sentence, Zuo Hang couldn't help but exclaim that someone named Yi Si Bu Gua would actually engage in such a clichéd artistic style, but the second half left him speechless, as it was indeed in line with Su Zhanyu's style