By five o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Sicheng was still slouching in front of the computer, unshavened, with no intention to move. He was checking the news, watching some dramas, but wasn't playing games nor streaming.
It looked like he was sitting there absent minded.
At 5:10, Xiao Rui returned to the base and was surprised to see Lu Sicheng still sitting in front of his computer. He teased Lu Sicheng: "Yo, didn't your blind date ask to meet you for the last time? Why haven't you tidied yourself up and dress up by this hour?"
Lu Sicheng looked up at the clock on the wall, paused for a moment, stretched, then got up from his seat. He slowly moved from his desk to the sofa, then sat down again with no intention to move again.
Xiao Rui: ? ? ? ? ?
At the other end of the sofa, Tong Yao was holding her cat while watching an American TV drama on her cell phone. She could feel the opposite side of the sofa sink down. She looked up from her cell phone and glanced at the man on the other side. He was half lying on the sofa with eyes closed. His soft hair fell back, the sunlight from the window illuminated his upper body.
Tong Yao put down her cell phone, stroked Dabin's head, then turned to look at their team manager who had turned his attention to Lu Yue, who was playing poorly in a match.
Tong Yao hesitated for a while, then lifted her leg and carefully kicked Lu Sicheng. She whispered: "You aren't getting ready to go out yet?"
...... The man was quiet. Tong Yao thought he didn't hear her, but he suddenly moved and answered with an "en" from deep within his throat.
"You aren't going?" Tong Yao asked again. Her eyes shone with mild delight without even realizing it.
Lu Sicheng opened his eyes.
Then he sat up straight.
He looked at the person who was sitting at the other end of the sofa, paused for a second, then cast his eyes down and vaguely said: "Isn't there someone who doesn't want me to go?"
Tong Yao: "?"
Without much thought, Tong Yao retorted out of reflex: "Who would interfere with your business this much?" Afterwards, she seemed to sense that there was something wrong with her statement. She gave a cry, stopped talking, and abruptly jumped up, her cheeks turning slightly red under the warm sunlight. Under the gaze of Lu Sicheng's dark brown pupils, she hastily sat back down. With quivering lips, she almost lost the ability to speak: "...................................You heard it."
"I'm not deaf."
"Then why were you pretending to be earlier."
"I didn't want to lose face."
"? ? ? ? ? ? ?"
Tong Yao wanted to sarcastically ask how he'd be losing face. Before she opened her mouth, she suddenly realized what he meant as her eyes fixed on that expressionless face.
He didn't want to lose face?
So he was shy?
Tong Yao: ....................................................................
All the blood in her body seemed to have rushed into her head, her cheeks were so hot that they could toast bread.
Tong Yao: "I was just saying that I was just afraid that you'd lose your concentration while playing. See, all your teammates wish that you can lead us to win the summer competition, the summer championship, the cup. Oh, right, the champion skin."
Lu Sicheng watched her in silence.
She couldn't continue.
She couldn't make up excuses anymore.
Tong Yao sniffled then violently raised the cat in her arms up to cover her face. With the momentum, Dabin hugged her head with its legs!
Lu Sicheng sighed and stood up to walk over to the other end of the sofa. He bent down trying to pick up the cat by holding the back of the cat's neck. But the one holding the cat tightly wouldn't let go of the cat. As the two of them were having a tug of war, Xiao Rui happened to turn his head and was struck dumb by the scene: "What are you two doing?"
Lu Sicheng let go of the cat.
Tong Yao lost her balance and fell back onto the sofa with the fat cat. A round, feline tummy pressed down against her face.
"Are you going to have the cat on your face for the rest of your life?"
Lu Sicheng stretched out his hand to shake her.
Tong Yao reacted swiftly; she reached out to slap his hand away, then turned to face the back of the sofa, huddled up. From Lu Sicheng's angle, he could faintly see, under the cover of the cat fur, her pinkish neck and reddish cheek.
Lu Sicheng: ......
Xiao Rui: "Lu Sicheng, are you going to go out or not?"
Lu Sicheng: "I'm not. How many times do you want me to tell you?"
Xiao Rui: "Why aren't you going?"
Lu Sicheng flicked Dabing's head, then straightened up to reply flatly: "This cat doesn't want me to go."