On the first Saturday of December in City B, a thin snowflake suddenly falls in the morning, and if the snow does not stop in the evening, it will turn into a heavy snowfall at night. When people who live in the city wake up the next day, they are first shocked by the beauty of the world covered in silver, and then they have to worry about what to wear and how to get around today.

It stands to reason that the snow in City B fell a little early, and in previous years, it didn't snow until January or February. Perhaps because of the recent cold wave, the sharp drop in temperature caused the light snow to arrive early. Some people don't like the early winter snow, but others really enjoy another kind of joy that comes with a snowy day, which is to get together for a steaming hot hot pot.

"Chu Tianjiao, don't rob my meat!"

"What is your meat, I am holding the meat in the pot, if you have the ability, you cut off your meat and shabu, I will definitely not eat it."

"The last few pieces of meat are in the pot, it's too much for you to take away all the chopsticks!"

"I love to eat, one or two pieces is not enough to stuff my teeth, how much to catch and how many to stuff in my mouth to enjoy it."

"Tsk! Shameless! ”

"Hey~ Don't make any noise, come on, come on, there's still meat here, let's go to the pot!"

……

In Zhao Xuan's house, several Thousand Souls team members crowded around the dining table and chattered and quarreled, which was very lively. In the middle of the table was a classic copper pot of shabu-shabu, surrounded by drink plates, one of which was empty with only a thin amount of blood and water, and a new plate was stacked with one hand, filled with large slices of beef rolls, bright red as flowers.

After the semi-finals, the team went into a state of recuperation and the players had more free time. Captain Zhao Xuan proposed that the team members go to his house for a winter dinner on Saturday to reward the players who worked hard in the competition. Although most people felt that Zhao Xuan's dinner had the meaning of saying goodbye to everyone, they still readily agreed, so they all crowded into Zhao Xuan's residence that day.

The Thousand Souls Dark team has a long history of eating hot pot, losing the game, eating hot pot, winning the game, eating hot pot, some people are in a mood, pulling to eat hot pot, someone is new to the team, eating hot pot together. Hot pot is not just a delicacy in the hearts of the team members, but a bridge between everyone, and it is the generation and condensation of emotions. For them, there is nothing that cannot be solved by an old hot pot with shabu-shabu, and hot pot is the source of happiness.

"Isn't Wang Yun coming today?" Zhang Yijie found that there was no Wang Yun in this group of people halfway through eating, and asked curiously.

"It's hypocritical, I said in the group that day that something didn't come, and the next day people disappeared." Huang Wenfeng took a peanut into his mouth, and then ate the mutton slices.

"What kind of temper do you have after the game, and the team doesn't blame him, it's really hypocritical."

"Maybe we can't tolerate him!"

Talking about Wang Yun, the atmosphere on the hot pot table suddenly decreased a lot. Since their semi-final match a week ago, Wang has become more reticent and reluctant to have too much contact with his teammates, spending most of his time alone. Zhao Xuan once talked to him alone, but he only got an answer of "You will not be the captain soon, you can't help me", and then there was endless silence.

Zhao Xuan knew that if Wang Yun continued like this, he would soon be forced to leave the team, and with his age and frequent experience of leaving the team, it would be difficult to have the opportunity to sign a new team. If you don't think about your own situation and how out, once you are thrown back into society, you will quickly be overwhelmed by confusion and fear, and then you can only compromise with reality and become a person who has lost her dreams.

However, Wang Yun is not wrong, he is now just waiting for the last few days of the agreement to end, once the contract expires after the handover within the club, he will be an outsider to Qian Soul and Wang Yun, and no one can help him.

As for the new captain Su Qihong, this guy was originally incompatible with Wang Yun, and the two were either silent or pretended not to know each other when they met. Although Zhao Xuan has repeatedly told Su Qihong, as the leader of the first team, to be inclusive and guided, he can't take the lead in snubbing the team members. But he also thinks that Su Qihong at this stage can't do it for the time being, and it is impossible to take the initiative to help Wang Yun.

Zhao Xuan couldn't think of a better solution for Wang Yun's matter for a while, so he could only explain to a few veteran players in the team, asking them to help Su Qihong spend the handover period and not make any trouble that would damage the image of the team and the new captain. It is impossible for him to help Su Qihong take care of all the problems of the team and then leave, just like the last semi-final, it is impossible to win Hiroshi Kazama as he wishes, enter the final and then retire.

- Forget it, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridgehead.

After all, no one is born to be a captain, and Thousand Souls still has a long way to go in the future, since the captain's stick has been handed to Su Qihong, let him deal with this matter!

Zhao Xuan held up his chopsticks thoughtfully, but he was already thinking a lot in his mind. Finally, he smiled indifferently, put his chopsticks into the bowl, put the cold slices of meat in his mouth and chewed slowly.

"I called Wang Yun to ask him." Suddenly, Su Qihong, who had been eating quietly, took over everyone's discussion and said slowly: "He said that there is indeed something at home, and he wants to rush back to attend his brother's wedding, and when he comes back, he will invite everyone to eat and make up for it." ”

"Oh?"

"Oh?"

Everyone made surprised voices one after another, but they didn't expect Su Qihong to take the initiative to contact Wang Yun and find out the whereabouts of the next meal. Only Zhang Ziyang was not surprised, but abruptly asked something that no one else had noticed.

“…… He still has brothers? ”

Zhao Xuan snorted, and shook the wine glass in his hand: "He has an elder brother, I remember that the page of the urgent contact person in the team information is filled in with his brother." Since it's my brother's wedding, it's really impossible not to go. ”

"Okay, then the next hot pot has also been settled. Since it is Wang Yun's treat, next time I will serve ten portions of beef and ten portions of mutton, and eat poor him! Chu Tianjiao licked his lips with the bowl, and quickly took out another piece of meat and sandwiched it into the bowl.

"You're not afraid to die." Zhang Yijie glanced at him, the piece of meat that had just been taken away by Chu Tianjiao was the one he had just soaked in.

"He had a banquet over there, and we had hot pot at the captain's house, so we celebrated together! Hey, I suggest we take a picture and send it to him, how about it? Huang Wenfeng took out his mobile phone, poured himself a drink with his other hand, and made a gesture of raising a glass.

"That's a good idea, come on, everyone's pouring a full cup! Let's take a picture together! ”

Zhao Xuan raised the wine glass in his hand, and the other team members also raised the glass full of various drinks and looked at Huang Wenfeng's mobile phone camera, making a gesture of congratulations, and his expression was very serious. But at the moment when the camera freezes, every serious team member suddenly changes their faces, putting on various funny poses, their facial expressions are distorted to the point that it is almost impossible to see who the deity is, and the painting style is instantly ghostly.

After taking the photo, Zhao Xuan drank the wine in the cup with satisfaction, and the mobile phone issued a WeChat prompt at the same time. He opened it and looked at it, Huang Wenfeng had already sent the photo to the team group first.

Sure enough, except for himself, he was all grim animals, and even the dumplings were deformed. Wang Yun should laugh if he receives such a photo!

Zhao Xuan smiled, tapped the screen with one hand, and downloaded the photo to his mobile phone.

A hot pot was eaten from noon to afternoon, the sky was getting more and more gloomy, and the snow outside was obviously heavier. All the windows of this room are covered with fog because of the temperature difference between the inside and outside, and it is almost impossible to see the street outside. After cleaning up the messy dining table and kitchen, several team members returned to the club, Zhang Yijie, Huang Wenfeng and Chu Tianjiao were too lazy to go back in the snow, so they nested in the living room and played Zhao Xuan's PS, Shan Chongyu and Zhang Ziyang played together in the black, Su Qihong leaned on the balcony sofa, looking at the cloudy floor-to-ceiling window in a daze, his eyes seemed to be outside the sky.