"I'll lick it when I say it," Na Chen touched a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Anhe, who hadn't seemed to have come out of the atmosphere of the game just now. "Are you still here?"

"I haven't licked enough," Angel took the cigarette and smiled. "If you lose again, you have to let you take off your pants outside the traffic police booth, and you won't bear it.>Yawen Bar_﹍"

Na Chen hooked the corner of his mouth and suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, "Do you want to see me take off my pants?"

Anhe smiled and said nothing. He took out the lighter and turned his back and lit a cigarette with the wind on his back. Looking at the people around him, Nachen probably hadn't had a good rest these days. The sound wrapped in the cold wind was a little hoarse, but it sounded very tempting.

"Get in." Na Chen pointed to the gate of the video game city, and his face suddenly felt a little impatient.

Angel lighted the cigarette sideways and turned slightly, looking at the clever movements on the street, avoiding himself quietly, which made him feel a little depressed.

"No more playing," Angelala lads her collar, "I'm so tired of vomiting..."

"Whatever." Na Chen interrupted him, turned around and strode into the video game city.

Angel sighed softly at his back, took two puffs of cigarettes and pinched them, crossed the street, and walked towards the department store.

The video game city is still full of people, and the music is still very exciting, which makes people's hearts tremble.

Na Chen kept walking in, and finally waited until the racing game area he played before.

There were only three machines on the motorcycle, two singles and one doubles. They were all sitting there, and he stood aside and waited.

He has not turned back since he came in, and Anhe has not followed him. He can know this without looking back.

The double-player was a young couple playing. The girl kept laughing and was driving back and forth to the wall. An uncle sat on the single-player. His heart was written on his face.

The one in front of Na Chen was like a junior high school student. The competition ended in just a few strokes, but she sat there, without investing coins and not coming down, and was stunned at the screen.

Na Chen waited patiently for a few minutes. After confirming that the kid had no coins, he said, "Don't play."

"Who said I won't play anymore?" The child turned his face and looked at him with a twisted expression.

"Then the coin." Na Chen hugged his arms.

"Whether I invest or not is your business?" The child let go of the handlebars and looked at him with his hands in his pockets provocatively.

Na Chen didn't say anything, lowered his head and slowly touched the black ring on the middle finger of his left hand. He gently twisted the ring face, and a small knife bounced out from the middle, shining with a silver light.

The child was stunned when he saw it. Before he could come to his senses, Na Chen suddenly waved to his face, and the blade flew over to his face. The child shook his face and his face changed a little.

"If you don't have coins, come down," Na Chen smiled with his lips curled up. His voice was not high, but it was very cold. "If you can cut your little ** in a while."

"Fuck," the child was probably alone, got out of the car in discomfort and stared at him, "You wait!"

"Well," Na Chen nodded and stepped into the car, stuffing coins in one by one, "Wait until you bring other little ** and let me cut it, go."

Na Chen stared at the screen. Although the car could move when driving, the operation and feeling were completely different from driving a real car. It was quite difficult to drive. ＿Yawen﹍8w=w`w-.`y`a=w-e`n·8·.=

Na Chen looked at the scene flashing backwards on the screen. Anhe looked very relaxed when he was playing. He couldn't tell that he was a person who could even make a narrow parking spot and could not get into the passage.

He clearly remembered Angel's performance in every game, and his goal was to surpass Angel's slowest time.

He picked the road section with his best results and ran repeatedly.

Although he knew that Angel might not care about what kind of results he had, even if he surpassed Angel, he might not have the chance to win him back next time, he still ran again and again.

He didn't know how long he had run. Anyway, Anh used up all the coins he bought for him before, and he couldn't surpass Anh's slowest speed.

"Damn." Na Chen slapped the front of the car, got out of the car with some depression, walked towards the cashier, and planned to buy some more coins.

Anyway, there is nothing to do today, I don’t have the mood to eat, and it doesn’t matter if I run until tomorrow.

In fact, he has nothing to do any day.

Bored, every day.

After walking a few steps, Na Chen stopped, and a machine next to him was spitting out receipts that could be exchanged for game coins and gifts.

When he passed by, the receipt had already spit out a long one. Na Chen looked around, but there was no one.

Maybe who left casually after finishing the game, without taking away a small receipt?

There are many small things, dolls, and small toys in the gift area next to the cashier. When Na Chen came in, he saw it. He liked the half-human-tall fluffy white bear on the table.

So he squatted next to the machine, waiting for the ticket to be vomited.

He has no money and is not interested in exchange for game coins. He just wants that fluffy bear, as if he receives a gift.

He likes to receive gifts, although he hasn't received them much.

The last time I received a gift was the supermarket gift rabbit in Anhe during the Chinese New Year.

The machine spit out the receipts slowly, and the receipts connected into a circle slowly on the ground. Na Chen squatted in front of the receipts patiently and waited without moving.

I don't know how many tickets the bear will need to be exchanged.

Someone came over, and the sound of footsteps stopped behind him, and a shadow threw from behind onto the ground.

Na Chen ignored it. He wanted to make himself look particularly like the owner of this pile of tickets.

The person behind him did not walk away, but instead walked to him and squatted down.

"You played?" the person next to him asked.

Na Chen was stunned for a moment, quickly turned his head and saw Anhe's smiling face.

"No," Na Chen was surprised. He didn't expect Angel to appear again, "Aren't you leaving?"

"If you are not playing, why are you waiting for here?" Angel reached out and grabbed the receipt. It was already a lot, and the machine was still vomiting.

"No one is waiting," Na Chen whispered, "No one wants it, I plan to change it."

"What to change?" Anhe looked at the gift area.

"That big bear, the biggest one."

When Anhe saw the white-haired bear that Na Chen mentioned, he couldn't say anything. What kind of heart does Chen have under his arrogant and nervous shell?

"Then wait. ＿Yawen﹍8w=w`w-.`y`a=w-e`n·8·.="Anhe didn't say anything more, stared at the ticket with Nachen and squatted quietly.

"The staff will come to ask later," Na Chen whispered to him, "You remember to say that this is what you played with."

"Why do you say it's me?" Angel smiled.

"Because I don't know what this machine is for," Na Chen leaned over to him, "You must know, and you should have the ability to play so many tickets."

Angel lowered his head and smiled at the ticket on the ground for a long time before stopping and saying, "Sure."

The machine finally stopped and the receipt was spit out.

"So much!" Na Chen's eyes were bright and he grabbed the receipt on the ground with satisfaction, "I don't know if it's enough."

Angel was about to say that it wasn't enough, I'd just add some money to you, but before he could speak, two staff members wearing video game city uniforms came over.

"Here you come, remember that you played it." Na Chen explained in a series of ways.

"I know, I know." Angel became nervous because of his moment and said in a series of words.

The two stood up and prepared to accept the staff's inquiries.

But beyond Anh's expectations, the two staff members came over and didn't ask a word, but just started bent down to clean up the receipts on the ground.

Na Chen was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"We're having fun." The staff replied, took the ticket on the ground and turned around and left, without even looking at them.

Na Chen looked at the backs of the two staff members who were leaving with their tickets, and after a long time, he spoke: "Hey..."

"Has the big bear been soaked?" Angel couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"The staff can still play games during working hours!" Na Chen shouted unhappily, "What is the management of the broken video game city!"

"Let's find their manager!" Angel filed his teeth.

"Yes, look for a manager!" Na Chen nodded, turned his head and walked towards the stairs on the second floor of the Video Game City.

Angel followed him: "You said you asked the manager to tell me, can he give us the receipt?"

Na Chen stopped and turned slowly after a while: "No."

Angel looked at Na Chen with a serious face and began to think of joy. He couldn't hold it in for a while and laughed out loud: "Oh."

"Smile." Na Chen raised his eyebrows and glared at him, and began to laugh.

The two stood there and smiled for a long time before stopping. Anhe raised his hand and rubbed his face, handed a shopping bag in his hand to Nachen: "I'll give you a birthday gift."

Na Chen took the bag, looked at him steadily, and after a long time, he asked: "I gave it to me?"

"Well, aren't you just celebrated your birthday?" Angel smiled, "Let's go, invite you to fast food."

Na Chen followed him out, opened the bag and looked in, a square box wrapped in beautifully: "What is it?"

"You can tell if you take it apart," said Angel.

"I can't bear to leave," Na Chen smiled, carrying the bag, "I'll sit down and then slowly remove it. I don't feel like I'll walk and remove it."

"How old are you?" Anhe asked, and after leaving the gate, it was almost dark outside and the street lights were on.

"Twenty," Na Chen stood beside him, and the neon light shone on his face, "Teacher An, how old are you?"

"Twenty-eight," Angel thought for a while, "go to have a barbecue. There is a barbecue restaurant in front of me. My friends and I often go to eat it."

"Yeah, whatever." Na Chen lowered his head and looked into the bag in his hand.
To be continued...