Chapter 615: A Sad Story
"Wow~~"
Feng Han, who was sleeping alone in a bed, opened his eyes, probably feeling the light in his sleep. The lights in the room had been turned on, and he looked sideways with his blank eyes, and the light in the glass-separated bathroom was also on, and the sound of rushing water could be heard.
"What's the fuss so early......"
"Oh my God, I want to get some sleep here!"
Feng Han complained as he twisted his head to the other side again, wanting to see who was in the bathroom.
Lying on the other bed was Lin Yuanwu, and it was Zhu Jiayan who obviously disturbed his dream.
But...... Wait a minute!
"it!"
Feng Han saw Lin Yuanwu facing him sideways, his eyes open but his eyes were blank, not in a daze that he had just woken up, but as if he had been robbed of his soul by something.
"What are you doing? Why do you have bloodshot eyes, didn't you sleep last night?"
"Lin Yuanwu, can you bear it! Can you stay up all night in Boss Cheng?"
However, Lin Yuanwu, who was usually sunny and modest, did not answer him, but struggled to reach out his left hand from the quilt and put it in front of him to look at the time of his watch.
Feng Han couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
At this time, Zhu Jiayan said in a somewhat muffled voice in the bathroom: "You can wake up, I ordered breakfast at seven o'clock." β
Feng Han immediately said, "You ordered it at seven o'clock?"
Looking at the table below, it's 6:40.
Zhu Jiayan didn't answer again, and after a few more minutes, he came out of the bathroom, at this time he had finished brushing his teeth and washing his face, and said, "Yes, there are more than ten minutes before breakfast is delivered, you guys get up and brush your teeth quickly." β
Feng Han's face darkened: "Aren't you going to have a summer vacation early?"
"I've got to get over and practice my sword early. β
"Then you don't have to be so early, right! The club doesn't open until eight o'clock, and your master doesn't go to work until nine o'clock, are you obsessed!?"
"Oh, I was stimulated by the national teams yesterday. β
ββ¦β¦ Then it's useless for you to get up so early, is it possible that you still expect to be able to practice better than the national team?"
"Hey, hey!"
I can't tell!
But Zhu Jiayan did not answer positively, but only showed a shy smile, if he was facing not a fat Feng Han but a woman with maternal brilliance, he would definitely be able to harvest a 'so cute' full of amazement!
"Brother Feng is getting up soon, and he is ready to eat breakfast. β
"What's so delicious, it's too early to eat!"
"Boss Cheng's breakfast here is quite interesting! I heard that Boss Cheng used to open breakfast, but it was only delivered for a period of time and then turned off. At that time, the pot helmet was the mainstay, and it was a fierce man with a height of one meter nine who was sending ......" Zhu Jiayan paused when he said this, I don't know if he remembered the Changyao Taoist who also sold pot helmets, or felt that the tower-like man who suddenly appeared and left quickly was full of mystery, and even this story about breakfast seemed to have a dreamy color in his mind, making him feel like he was telling a story that had been passed down for a long time.
It's a pity that the fantasy and mystery in this story are not accessible to everyone.
"In short, the pot helmet at that time was very popular with everyone, and after it was turned off, there were many regular customers who were reluctant to give up on the official account and called for reopening, and now it is finally reopened, of course we have to try it!"
"There are still many regular customers?"
"Of course, aren't we regular customers?"
"Eh, I won't talk to you, Yuanwu, let's sleep again...... Huh?"
When Feng Han turned his head, he saw that Lin Yuanwu had already dressed and was sitting on the edge of the bed silently putting on his shoes.
In a daze, Lin Yuanwu had already walked into the bathroom, and the sound of water sounded again, followed by the hum of the electric shaver working. It seemed that he was also wetting his hair with water, because Feng Han heard the sound of the hair dryer.
When he came out, in addition to the bloodshot eyes, he seemed to have regained the appearance of that sunny handsome guy.
Seeing Lin Yuanwu sitting on the edge of the bed, raising his hand from time to time to look at his Jaeger-LeCoultre limited edition watch, Feng Han sighed silently in his heart, and also lifted the quilt and sat up.
At seven and two o'clock, there was a knock on the door.
Feng Han saw a gentle and bright smile on Lin Yuanwu's face, got up and walked over and opened the door with clean steps.
And then...... His figure froze.
The two people in the room only heard a very nice voice, but it was a very catchy female voice: "Hello, 219...... You booked breakfast at seven o'clock, didn't you?"
"Yes......" Lin Yuanwu's voice was a little dry.
"Two soup packets with soy milk, one cookie heated milk tea, sorry for being two minutes late. β
This beautiful sound is like the warm sun in winter, the cool breeze of the summer, which makes people feel a rare comfort, and like the fragrance of the golden autumn fruit trees and the flowers that bloom first in early spring, it is synonymous with all beauty. Feng Han and Zhu Jiayan involuntarily leaned out and looked towards the door just because of this voice.
Looking past Lin Yuanwu, a tall goddess holding a tray came into their eyes, and both of them were shocked for a while-
She has the beauty of a little mage, but she has a hot figure that the little mage does not have, and she also has a charm that is diametrically opposed to the fresh temperament of the little mage, and she can be said to be a complete male killer!
But Lin Yuanwu was silent for a moment, but said, "What...... Didn't you say that the most beautiful goddess in Beihai came to send it?"
Liu Xi was a little stunned, she had sent it three times, and it was the first time she had met someone who asked like this. She thought that with her charm, people could completely ignore the false slogan of 'the most beautiful goddess in Beihai will deliver food to you', regardless of whether the customer is male or female......
"Uh...... I'm his cousin, and I'm in charge of the delivery. β
"Cousin, it's like ......," Lin Yuanwu muttered, paused for a moment, and then said, "But I've never seen you before." β
"Oh, I just came to Jinguan. β
"Where are you from?"
"I'm Shanghai...... Does it matter?" Liu Xi's attitude remained very good, "If it is indeed the breakfast you ordered, and I didn't send the wrong package, can you accept it first?"
"Shanghai ......" Lin Yuanwu took the tray, "Thank you." β
"You're welcome, and I wish you all a nice meal. β
After Liu Xi finished speaking, she left with a smile, she felt a little puzzled in her heart, but she was not in the mood to delve into it.
Most of the breakfast guests chose to go by half-past one, and she sent two more trips, and then waited for half-past seven. The Western-style breakfast was bought last night, the milk tea and coffee were freshly brewed, and the milk had to be warmed in warm water, while the Chinese-style breakfast was hot, and it had to be bought out at every time period, so she was quite busy.
At about 7:20 a.m., when she went out to the bun shop, she saw a vendor who got up early to do business, and dragged a stall through the street with a tricycle, and the stall was full of delicate objects.
The goddess of Liu pinched a stack of banknotes, her eyes drawn at the small jewelry, until the tricycle disappeared around the corner of the street.
She withdrew her gaze and bit her lower lip.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
Zhu Jiayan pushed the door and walked out: "I'm going to the club, are you going?"
Feng Han gave him a look.
Zhu Jiayan paused for two seconds, and immediately looked at Lin Yuanwu: "Brother Yuanwu is not going to practice archery, I feel that you have been a little rusty in practicing recently, and it just so happens that I haven't touched a bow for almost two months, let's compare and gamble on a meal?"
Lin Yuanwu shook his head: "I'm afraid I can't compare to you." β
"What are you afraid of? Young Master Lin can't afford to eat?"
"I'll just ask you to do it. β
"That's so boring!" Zhu Jiayan said, "Why don't you go and watch me practice swords, fencing swords?"
"Okay, let's go see you fencing, listen to what you say so godly, let's also go and have a long experience!" Feng Han immediately echoed.
Lin Yuanwu was still hesitating.
At this time, Feng Han said: "You have nothing to do in the hotel, why don't you go over and have fun with us." β
Lin Yuanwu immediately understood what he meantβcan he only stay in the hotel? Of course not, but Feng Han just told you that you have nothing to do if you stay in the hotel.
So he nodded, "Okay!"
Zhu Jiayan walked out of the door first, but he saw that the doors of the two rooms diagonally opposite also opened, and several familiar figures came out of them.
At the same time, the other party also saw him.
"Such a coincidence?" said Coach Shi.
"Hmm. Zhu Jiayan nodded, also a little surprised, but he could guess their intentions-
The Chinese fencing team is actually quite competitive, taking the Olympic Games as an example, it has won three gold medals in recent years. Among them, the men's individual accounted for two, namely 08 (Saber Zhongman), 12 (Foil Thunder), and one was the 12-year women's epee team. In addition to this, the first gold medal in '84, a few decades ago. However, compared to several traditional fencing powerhouses such as France and Italy, it is still a bit weak, and in such a situation, the importance of a swordsman who can dominate the arena or a coach who is better than this era cannot be overstated.
At this time, Feng Han walked out from behind him and looked at a few people opposite: "Have you met an acquaintance?"
"Well, that's what I said yesterday, the national fencing team. β
"Wow! I'm glad I will!" Feng Han immediately went over to shake hands, anyway, kindness didn't cost money.
Coach Shi's hand was held with him, and his attitude was very polite, but he saw that Feng Han was still followed by Lin Yuanwu, obviously there were three people living in one room, and they all felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts.
A young man who looked the youngest said dissatisfiedly: "It's too stingy to tell us that we can only live two people in one room, even though we can live for three people?"
Zhu Jiayan was stunned: "No, right? The station master is very good at talking to them." β
Hearing this, they didn't speak, and the coach was laughing awkwardly.
Seeing this, Zhu Jiayan remembered the phrase 'stingy', he quickly understood something, and quietly moved to the side: "Then we'll go first." β
Walking downstairs, I said hello to the little mage at the front desk, Zhu Jiayan and Feng Han just walked to the door, but saw Lin Yuanwu standing straight at the front desk, usually confident and calm, he seemed to have mustered up great courage, and said to the little mage: "You are leaving, you can add a >."
Licking his dry lips, he was afraid that the little mage would refuse, and added, "I've met so many times, be friends, right?"
Zhu Jiayan really sweated for him.