Chapter 439: Gao Fei meets his parents
In the box of the Internet cafe.
Zhu Jiajun was live broadcasting the Korean Server Game of Champions. While the game was loading, he watched the crowd making a fuss with interest.
Because the camera is turned on, countless fans can see Zhu Jiajun’s profile. After losing weight, this kid barely stepped into the ranks of handsome guys. His appearance is on the same level as Gao Fei, but he is only 1.7 meters taller. Nine's Gao Fei is six to seven centimeters shorter.
But...
Zhu Jiajun doesn’t rely on appearance to make a living, and he doesn’t care much about it.
I have long been used to being laughed at for being fat and short.
It’s quite interesting.
With Zhu Jiajun’s victory, the first year of e-sports began. He inexplicably gained a lot of fans and became a top player in the e-sports circle, including many good-looking fans.
"The anchor is so handsome!"
"Lick lick lick..."
And at this moment, Zhu Jiajun is already 22 years old (actually 21 years old) , after so many things, I have already lost my youthfulness, I am no longer shy easily, and I have learned to put on a mask of hypocrisy, at least in front of strangers.
Frankly speaking.
Zhu Jiajun does not think he is handsome, but he will not disobey his fans.
Anyway, it’s what you say.
Public figures have to face things like this. A group of people praise you for some inexplicable things; a group of people scold you for some inexplicable things.
From an objective point of view, the fans’ point of view is correct. Those who are more handsome than me are not as good at playing games as I am; those who are better at playing games than me… No, there is none.
At this time, I noticed a familiar ID entering the live broadcast room.
——Student President Shen Moumou.
Zhu Jiajun knows who this is. Over the years, this person has often come into his live broadcast room. Although he doesn’t say a word, he is always concerned, whether it is peak times or trough times.
After thinking about it, he faced the camera
and fascinated many fans.
It made Anting and others beside him disgusted.
They all said in unison: "Fat man, you are so disgusting!"
"Ahem, cough, cough, I'm live broadcasting, can you give me some face?"
< br /> "No, no, no!" Anting retorted.
Zhu Jiajun: "."
Although Anting and others could not be seen, the people in the live broadcast room were allEveryone guessed it was Anting.
For a moment, the barrage flew by.
“Is Anting here too?”
“Wow, you guys are playing together during the winter vacation too?”
“I’m so envious.”< br />
“Today is also a day to cry for the friendship of others.”
The first LPL world champion and the first championship club owner.
The marketing idea of the two is friendship.
Ask yourself, Anting has never marketed his label at all, it is all spread by outsiders. Although it is true, it also puts a lot of pressure on him.
An Ting is a layman and does not want to be labeled too noble, as he will be praised easily.
However, the public sentiment is turbulent, so I can only accept it.
…
After playing for about two hours, we left the Internet cafe with the sunset. After all, it was the Spring Festival, and there was nothing to do when we went home so early. At Qiao Liang’s suggestion , let’s go shopping at Flower Street together in the evening.
Just when everyone agreed, Gao Fei, who never resisted these group activities, refused.
"Sorry everyone, I won't go shopping with you this time."
"Ah...why?" Bao Weiwei had the biggest reaction, "Diaofei, you are Didn't something happen?"
Others were equally surprised. Such collective actions always tacitly agreed with Gao Fei.
He is a super gregarious person.
Hearing this, Gao Fei looked embarrassed and replied: "I... want to have dinner with Lin Yong's family tonight."
Ah this...
When I heard this.
Everyone was stunned.
I didn’t expect this to be the case - meeting my parents.
During the Spring Festival, it is indeed the peak time to meet parents.
Seeing everyone’s surprised expressions, Gao Fei rubbed the back of his head and added: "Idiots, you have to know - we are in our junior year, A Yong is already a senior, and he will graduate in one semester. She won’t go back to school next semester and will go out for graduation internship. Her and I will enter the next stage of life.”
Everyone suddenly realized.
Lin Yong and Shen Huanyue are one year older than the others, and are switching identities between students and social workers.
Since Zhu Jiajun is a member of the public and has started working professionally at the age of 18, he and Shen Huanyue do not have the tension of switching identities.
But... Gao Fei is different. He and Lin Yong are both students, and they are even in love with each other.
"I am different from you. My life is not a grand and grand narrative, but just trivial, daily stories that are not worth mentioning. Before I knew it, Lin Yong and I were already together. Five years, the seven-year itch is coming soon, and marriage is bound to happen after a long time. It’s time to plan for the future and take on some responsibilities.”
Compared to others’ surprise, Anting should be more shocked .
In the previous life, that boy was so promiscuous that he died.
In this life, I wish to win one person’s heart.
"Okay, then I wish you success in winning the love of your mother-in-law and father-in-law!"
"Yes."
An adult conversation back.
Normally, everyone should go against Gao Fei.
As he walked until he reached the door of his house, Gao Fei turned around and looked at the group of people following him, hiding at the entrance of the alley, six of them huddled together.
Zhu Jiajun is at the bottom.
Bao Weiwei followed.
Song porcelain followed.
Then came Qiao Liang and Anting.
At this moment, it is just like following the date between Zhu Jiajun and Shen Huanyue.
Things are changing.
Gao Fei had a black line on his forehead and cursed: "No, you think I'm a fool, right?"
Anting was the tallest, so he put his head on the highest point, looking serious. , said: "Well, to be honest, I always find it very interesting. I really want to see how you meet your parents."
The others nodded quickly.
But I forgot to fold my head.
The head and chin are in contact, nodding, bumping.
Everyone dispersed in a ball, gasping for air, their heads hurting! My jaw hurts!
Gao Fei: "A group of living treasures."
In desperation, he had no choice but to allow these people to follow him.
Gao Fei’s parents are both business people. Since junior high school, this boy’s family has had a car.
It was very respectable back then, but now this car is definitely not keeping up with the times, but it can be used, and it’s not just for long distances, from Beicheng District to Nancheng District.
It was pretty good to have a private car in 2006.
Now, times have changed.
Gao Fei said he was impatient, but actually told his friends the place where he would meet his parents.
It is the place where you have a thank-you banquet at the high school graduation ceremony. It is a time-honored restaurant located in the center of Nancheng District.
During the Spring Festival.
I guess I can’t book a private room, so I can only sit in the lobby.
An Ting and others also opened a table, two tables apart, so they could eat by the way.
As soon as they sat down, Bao Weiwei, Zhu Jiajun and Qiao Liang were pointing out the menu, talking about eating this and trying that, without being serious.
Song Ci complained: "Zhu Jiajun, one day you will become fat again, don't cry."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Jiajun's face changed slightly.
I was struck by this sentence.
Thinking back to the beginning, he was under tremendous physical and mental pressure and lost 50 pounds in three to four months.
As his life reached its peak, his weight slowly increased again.
Anting ignored the situation here and focused his attention on Gao Fei, "Speaking of which, this is the first time I have met senior Lin Yong's parents."
"We are too."
It was the first time for everyone to meet Lin Yong's parents. They were ordinary working-class people. Their attitude towards Gao Fei was very friendly, and the whole process was very normal.
Maybe...
This is the state of ordinary people.
Money, rice, oil and salt cook the joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
In this situation, Anting held his chin with one hand and felt something - in the blink of an eye, we have all grown up, moving forward in our own directions.
Just when Anting was feeling something, several strangers appeared behind him and invited: "Is this Mr. An, right?"
"Yes."
“Our boss would like to invite you to dinner.”