Chapter 426 Anting’s Dream

Father An and Aunt Song will not be back tonight.

Some people may think that the two of them often spend the night outside, but this is not the case. The two of them only spend two or three days together throughout the year.

It’s a kind of survivor bias.

Only when Anting and Song Ci are at home, they can act as hands-off shopkeepers and hand over the children to them.

They couldn’t trust others and couldn’t entrust An Song to their trust. They only believed in Anting and Song Ci.

Dad and mom also need a holiday.

After taking a bath, Anting, Song Ci and Naite played puzzle games with little Ansong for a while. Within half an hour, the baby became sleepy.

It’s nine o’clock in the evening.

An Ting carried little Ansong back to her room to rest.

Although it is my own room, there is a crib and sleeping in the same room is purely for the convenience of taking care of her. I am afraid that if she wakes up in the middle of the night, no one will care about her.

Song Ci has no objection. When it comes to taking care of babies, she is indeed not as good as the other person.

　And then.

It was Anting’s turn to take a shower.

After he came out of the shower, he walked out to the balcony on the third floor alone to enjoy the evening breeze and think about things.

I have made an appointment with everyone tomorrow to watch Gu Xueli’s New Year’s film.

I also have to think about work matters and the establishment of an e-sports club.

The most annoying thing is the matter between Song Ci and Qiao Liang...

Just when An Ting was troubled, Song Ci walked out of the balcony door, and she said: "Although it's already... It's the Spring Festival, but the night is still very cold, so it's best not to blow the evening breeze, especially when your hair is wet."

"Have you finished drying your clothes?"

" Hmm!"

This is the balcony on the third floor, and the rooftop where Song Ci hangs clothes.

These are two places.

Worried about what might happen if he was too far from Xiao Ansong, Anting did not go to the rooftop tonight.

Song Ci suddenly suggested: "How about... let me blow dry your hair?"

"No need, I am a boy, my hair is very short, and the weather is so dry and cold. , just do it naturally."

"Come! Listen to my sister!"

"Hey, there is no sister who feeds her brother bath water, or mouth to mouth. "

Upon hearing this, Song Ci was overtaken by shame, and there were vague signs of hair loss. AntingSeeing this, I didn't dare to disobey, so I still obeyed her.

The two left the balcony and returned to the living room on the third floor.

Song Ci let Anting lie on her lap and used a hair dryer to dry him; while Naite curled up on the carpet and fell asleep, the scene was peaceful.

"What were you thinking about just now?"

The sound of the hair dryer is not quiet, which can easily make people irritated. When paired with Song Ci's personal voice, the heart is inexplicably calmed down. .

Anting replied half-truthfully: "I was thinking about the club. Although losing money is acceptable, I don't have the habit of losing money."

"Haha ..." After laughing, Song Ci turned off the hair dryer, condescendingly touched the young man's face, and said: "I know your obsession, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

The young man's obsession , is the perfection of those around you.

"I have had similar thoughts. I always want my mother to be happy and ignore my own emotions. Now that I am honest with you, I feel relaxed. Let’s talk about the future later. Enjoy this moment. The girl's obsession is her mother. She was once afraid that falling in love with Anting would make her mother unhappy.

After the confession, everyone relaxed.

After a brief silence, Anting looked up at Song Ci's beautiful face and said in a complicated tone: "I'm sorry."

On the one hand, he couldn't figure out what he was doing. In the heart, on the other hand, I am afraid that if I agree to either party, the other party will be hurt.

An Ting cannot make a choice.

"It doesn't matter, I understand you."

Song Ci knew clearly in her heart - even though she and Qiao Liang had made an appointment, no matter who ended up with Anting, We are all good friends, but she knows she can't do it.

On the day Anting makes the decision, I should leave.

It seems good to keep the status quo for the time being and just escape like this.

　……

　The third day of the Lunar New Year.

Anting and Song Ci took the baby to the secret base in the city square to have a small gathering with their friends.

Originally, I wanted to watch a New Year’s film starring Gu Xueli, but unfortunately Xiao Ansong’s existence made it inconvenient to go to the cinema, so I could only sit together and have a drink and chat.

When everyone saw the baby in the stroller, their hearts melted.

Bao Weiwei’s eyes were filled with stars, and she exclaimed: “This is too cute, I decided to give her the position of the cute king of the secret base.”

Gao Fei looked at it carefully and agreed: "You said this is the child of Anting and Song Ci. I believe it. It is a combination of these two people."

Hearing this, neither Anting nor Song Ci felt particularly embarrassed.

This is an indisputable fact. The longer Xiao Ansong grows, the more he looks like the two of them.

Qiao Liang didn't care about this and was very interested in playing with the baby.

At this time.

Several teenagers who looked like middle school students walked in and noticed Zhu Jiajun in the corner. They probably recognized him and pointed at him and spoke loudly.

The sound is loud enough to attract everyone's attention.

　“Wait a minute, you are an AT, right?”

　“Rookie, what profession do you want to play!? You know how to trick us!”

"Five! Go home and raise pigs!"

"Slightly, slightly~"

Although the attitude is very bad, to put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of brats.

Bath fans are like this. They talk about their beliefs, but they are actually a group of cults.

Just when Anting and others were worried about Zhu Jiajun, the latter looked very calm and said loudly to the middle school students: "Thank you for your encouragement, I will still fight!"< br />
Several middle school students were slightly startled, then cursed "shameless" and left.

Sensing the strange look from his friend, Zhu Jiajun shrugged and said, "Look away a little bit."

An Ting showed a pleased smile.

In this case, he took the opportunity to talk about some serious matters and said: "Zhu Jiajun, I have bought a quota for an LSPL team. The team's base is set in City B. I will reorganize with you as the core. All the players It’s up to you!”

Yes.

An Ting is only responsible for giving money, leaving everything else to Zhu Jiajun.

Zhu Jiajun showed a serious look, nodded solemnly, and said: "Yes!"

Whether it was for revenge or repayment of kindness, Zhu Jiajun must achieve results this time, at least Put this second-tier league team into the highest league, otherwise, Anting will suffer big losses.

As for dreams and so on.

He couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

Is it an obsession or a teenage dream?

Qiao Liang asked curiously: "Zhu Jiajun, do you still want to form an all-Chinese class?"

Regarding this question, soSome people thought that Zhu Jiajun would nod. He was once a believer in the All-China Class and truly regarded bath as his idol.

At this moment, he shook his head and raised the corners of his mouth in a mature arc, "It depends on the situation, how to save money and how to set up. Everything is a business behavior."

　“Pfft hahaha.”

It made everyone laugh all of a sudden.

This is a completely unexpected answer.

There is no admission or denial, but one thing is clear - e-sports is a commercial competition, and everything should minimize costs and maximize benefits.

He doesn’t care whether there are all-Chinese classes or not, he only pursues cost-effectiveness.

The next second.

An Ting patted him on the shoulder and said sincerely, "It's a good thing to recognize the reality, but... I still hope you keep your dreams."

Even if you are hurt by the world, Even if you are bruised and bruised by reality, dreams and hopes are always a good thing.

Hearing this, Zhu Jiajun seemed to understand but asked, "Brother Ting, what about your dream?"

Anting was slightly startled and looked around at his friends. Circle, smile without saying a word.

My dream is this.

My obsession is also this.