During the spring thunderstorming season, Yama Zong usually spends his time in his room.

The curtains are drawn tightly, and the slightest lightning light is never allowed to penetrate; You must have top-of-the-line sound-isolating headphones on your ears and never let the slightest thunder get into your ears.

"No..."Mr. Shan lay on the table absentmindedly, nibbling on the spicy crayfish, "Master has to overcome the fear of thunder and lightning." ”

Mr. Shan is actually an awkward, silent baby kiss in his heart, which is like a thorn in his heart, quite uncomfortable.

Silent and slightly stunned, he subconsciously wanted to touch Shan Zong's forehead.

Today, what's wrong with this kid?

In the afternoon, the sky was gradually covered with dark clouds, and the spring rain clouds hung heavily in the sky like water-filled sponges.

Yu Dongchen brought the players and substitutes of the TG Super Play Club over, set up a gambling game in the room on the second floor, and asked Lu Zuoyu to play a 5V5 game to practice.

Lu Zuoyu and Bai Chen both went, and it was a very good opportunity to practice with the top professional teams.

Mr. Shan was not that interested, so he found a bag of snacks, turned on the TV, and was bored watching idol dramas on the sofa on the first floor...

Chu Xiaoxi was preparing to catch the ghost object at night, and did not go upstairs to participate in the battle between the two teams. Chu Xiaoxi found a small net to catch fish, and when he passed by the living room, he happened to see Mr. Shan with a dazed expression.

On TV, the popular idol drama "It Turned Out to Be a Beautiful Man" was playing, and Mr. Shan stuffed potato chips into his mouth and watched the TV with his eyes blankly...

Chu Xiaoxi was very surprised, Mr. Shan was actually watching this kind of TV series, and immediately became interested and sat down next to Mr. Shan.

"You—Do you like to watch this kind of idol drama where women dress up as men?"

Mr. Shan shook his head and sighed: "The remote control board is pressed out casually, and I am not interested." ”

Chu Xiaoxi tilted his little head, thinking of Mr. Shan's strange behavior today, and asked him in a low voice: "Mr. Shan, have you encountered trouble?" If there is, don't hold it in your heart, it will be sad for him to be silent. ”

Mr. Shan sneered, stuffed the tomato-flavored potato chips into his mouth, and chewed them twice.

Mr. Shan said, "Sister-in-law... I'll give you an example. If one day, you know that Bing Cube has a partner to marry, but the object is not you, how would you feel? ”

Chu Xiaoxi blinked, the great god has a person to marry, and the object is not himself...

Thinking of this, Chu Xiaoxi suddenly pinched the small ring hanging around his neck, and shook his head violently: "Cai, Cai, won't-"

"Let's use an analogy. I know the character of the ice cube, he hasn't even touched a girl's hand in the first twenty years. Mr. Shan rubbed his eyebrows silently, and remembered the silent doll kiss object.

When did silence become so important in his heart?

It's even a bit of a loss...

Chu Xiaoxi was very smart, and listening to Mr. Shan's tone, he suddenly guessed the problem he encountered.

Could it be that Mr. Shan suspected that Silence had derailed... Chu Xiaoxi suppressed the shock in his heart, and whispered again: "Mr. Shan, silence is not such a person. Don't you think too much, or do you talk to him personally? ”

Mr. Shan shook his head and squeezed the bag of potato chips in his hand: "No, master, I am atmospheric, and I don't care about him." ”

Chu Xiaoxi: ...

Mr. Shan jumped down from the sofa and went upstairs with the bag of potato chips: "Sister-in-law, I'll go to take a nap first." Don't talk to silence about this..."

Chu Xiaoxi looked at the back of Mr. Shan going upstairs and leaving, frowning slightly, Mr. Shan really had something hidden in his heart.

Picking up the small fishing net that was going to be used as a tool to catch ghosts tonight, Chu Xiaoxi was about to leave the living room, when he suddenly saw the kitchen door, silent as a strong pine tree, with a grim brow.