"It's so fast, it's been a week. Why don't you let me get my hands next month?" Anhe smiled, "The hands are almost all right.>Yawenba w·w-w·..."

"Ah?" Na Chen also smiled, "I'm afraid you'll get angry if you come back to your senses."

"Not that, I'll get angry and I'll get angry on the spot." Anhe turned around and continued to walk towards the parking lot. He was no longer surprised by Na Chen's frequent out-of-control emotions, but today I suddenly couldn't help thinking about it. If someone helped him in the days before Na Chen, what would he be like now?

"Please give me a meal." Na Chen drove the car and followed slowly behind him.

"Don't be so polite." Angel turned around and said.

"Please invite me." Na Chen answered very simply.

"You mean you want to have a meal together?"

"Um."

Anhe entered the parking lot, and Nachen followed in and parked his car next to his.

"You..." Anhe hesitated for a moment. Today is not a weekend. He is usually not willing to go out at night on weekdays. He needs to have enough sleep and quiet time to ensure the next day's working condition. However, Nachen's clumsy and a little stiff attitude made him open the car door, "Let's go, what to eat?"

Na Chen jumped onto the co-pilot and said without thinking: "Isn't there a steamed restaurant next to the video game city you went back?"

"Eat steamed dishes?" Anhe was stunned. In his opinion, steamed dishes were no different from eating fast food, but he quickly realized, "You were actually here to ask me to have a meal today, are you trying to go to the video game city?"

Na Chen turned his face to look at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you dare to drive?"

"Yo," Angel smiled and started the car, "Has he practiced sneakily?"

"Try it," Na Chen pointed ahead, "Look at the road."

The parking lot comes out and the traffic is full of traffic. Usually, Anhe is rushing out to avoid the most cars.

I came out late today, and the door was full of cars, basically one after another, and I couldn't squeeze through it. All of them were filled with electric cars that were going against the road. Everyone stood there in a row. After ten minutes, Anh's car was still stuck at the entrance of the parking lot without moving.

"Squeeze, Teacher An, don't be very high-quality now," Na Chen said from the side, "Are you afraid that you can't squeeze in with the automatic transmission?"

Angel had no choice but to push the car horizontally in front of him.

"Go ahead, do you still leave a space for the electric car? You have to wait until the second half of the night when you are so many people going against the road." Na Chen twitched.

"Hey!" Angel had to rub forward a little bit, squeezed the space that could pass through two electric cars, and could only pass through one.

The car in front finally turned out, Na Chen patted the window next to him and said in a series: "Come on, pass by..."

Angel gently stepped on the accelerator, the car slid forward, and slowly cut off the electric car's line.

An uncle forced himself to go over the front of the car with dissatisfaction. Anhe was a little helpless and stepped on the brakes. However, the uncle suddenly stopped and turned his head to stare at him.

Angel didn't say anything, and looked at him.

The uncle looked down at the front of the car, then looked up and continued to stare at him, with an ugly expression on his face.

"What?" Angel was suddenly a little irritated, "Go away quickly and didn't touch you! Is it reasonable to go against the flow?"

The uncle didn't say anything, and continued to stare at the front of the car in turn. Yawen 8w-w`w-.=y-a-w-e·n=8`

"Fuck!" Angel honked his horn, "Are you sick?"

The uncle rubbed forward slowly with an unhappy face, deliberately slowing down and preventing him from getting out of the way. The road was soon blocked again. Anhe slapped the steering wheel and didn't want to speak anymore.

Just as the uncle was about to leave the front of the car, Na Chen suddenly came over to the driver's seat and shouted out the window: "Hey!"

"What are you doing?" Anhe was startled. Although he was very annoyed, he didn't want to cause trouble.

Na Chen ignored him and raised his chin to the uncle who was still staring at them: "What are you looking at?"

The uncle was stunned.

"Ask you, uncle," Na Chen pointed at him, "Do you have something to do?"

The uncle was probably ready to quarrel, but he didn't expect that Na Chen would ask this question and stare at him without saying a word.

"What's wrong with you?" Na Chen continued to look at him, "If you have something to do, just say it."

The uncle opened his mouth, Na Chen didn't give him a chance to speak, and waved his hand: "It's okay? You go if it's okay!"

The uncle made Na Chen's words a little confused. In addition, there were loudspeakers and various engines beside him, so he drove the electric car forward for several meters in a daze.

There was finally another gap in front. Anhe squeezed in and finally merged into the traffic on the street two minutes later. It was not until the intersection was opened. He only looked at Nachen when the light was red, and he wanted to laugh: "What were you doing just now?"

"What are you doing," Na Chen knocked his fingers rhythmically on the car window, "I'll interview him."

"I'm so crazy." Angel blurted out his words, and he immediately regretted it after taking them off.

However, Na Chen didn't seem to care, leaned against the back of the chair and raised his thumb at him: "Teacher An has good eyesight."

"Do you have chocolate?" Angel pointed to the back seat.

Na Chen took Qiaoli from the back seat, tore open the packaging, broke it and stuffed it into his mouth. Anhe could smell the faint smell of tobacco on his fingers. This natural action made Anhe have the illusion of couples again in an instant.

He held the chocolate in his mouth and asked after a while: "Have you washed your hands?"

"Wash it." Na Chen turned his face to look at him, put his fingers into his mouth, and slowly pulled them out and slid them over his lips, with smiles in his eyes.

Angel quickly turned his eyes away.

Because Na Chen's main goal today is to challenge rather than eat, in the steamed restaurant, they quickly took a few dishes and sat at the table without saying a word and began to lower their heads and eat hard.

"This steamed pork with noodle is too fake," Anhe didn't know what he had eaten after eating it. Because the last chopstick was steamed pork, he reviewed the steamed pork with noodle, "I thought it was meat, a ball of flour..."

"Make it for you when you have time," Na Chen said, tilting his head and drinking a small cup of soup, grabbing a tissue to wipe his mouth, "Go?"

"You are so anxious to find abuse," Angel stood up. It has been a long time since the pleasure of being challenged by someone to do his strengths. "Let's go."

Anhe didn't know how many times Na Chen had been here during this period, but seeing how he skillfully invested coins and selected levels, he probably came a lot.

"If I win..." Na Chen turned his head and looked at him.

"Hmm?" Angel responded.

"I win one set, if I win..."

Angel was stunned for a moment and interrupted him: "Wait, how many games to play?"

"I think about it," Na Chen lowered his head and thought seriously for a while, "Ten Pan. Yawen 8w·w=w=.-y=a`w=e-n-8-.`"

"Damn," Angel laughed, "If you win one game, you will win?"

"Yes," Na Chen looked serious, "I have never broken your record that day, will you come?"

"...Okay," Anhe looked helpless when Na Chen was able to play tricks, and his fingers bounced on the handlebars, "What's wrong with you winning?"

"The Birdman has a performance at the Boiling Point on Saturday, come and see," said Na Chen.

"Okay," Anh nodded, "Where are you going to lose?"

"Cook for you every day."

Anhe choked for a moment and looked at Na Chen for a long time without saying anything.

Na Chen frowned: "Don't you?"

"No," Angel didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell what Na Chen meant, "I..."

"Hey, I won't go to your house to make it," Na Chen said impatiently, "I'll pack it up and send it to you. I don't know if you eat it or not."

Angel didn't say anything, and chose to start racing.

At first, I didn't feel that much, but after a round, Anhe found that Nachen's level had improved by no means a little, but quite a bit.

He could no longer throw away Na Chen as easily as last time, and Na Chen's car was always firmly stuck to the back of his car.

After three laps, Angel couldn't help but whistle: "It's been a big improvement."

In the last lap, he didn't think of a way to get rid of Na Chen, but just kept his speed to prevent Na Chen from suddenly overtaking, but at the end, Na Chen could not overtake either.

"Come again." Na Chen didn't say anything else and threw in another coins.

Angel smiled, twisted the accelerator and rushed out.

This time the track is a wasteland. Although there are many bends but few obstacles, it is easy to catch up with Nachen, whose level has improved a lot.

Angel stared at the screen. He hadn't played so seriously for a long time. Listening to the roar from the speaker, he was a little surprised to return to the days when he was many years ago, he was unrestrained and unscrupulous.

After two plates, Na Chen stopped and did not rush to invest coins. He looked at Anhe: "Didn't you play seriously when you brought me here last time?"

"It's quite serious, but it can be more serious," Angel smiled, "It's three plates."

"Come again." Na Chen bit his lip.

Anhe looked at Na Chen's side face. He liked Na Chen very much at this time. He was a little unhappy, a little dissatisfied, and a little stubborn.

However, Na Chen's energy began to ejaculate when he lost the eighth set and stared at the screen.

Angel saw him like this, but he was not very sure whether Na Chen wanted him to go to the show or cook for him every day, but he just felt that this kid was depressed now.

He wondered if he should give up if he wanted to continue.

"Come on again, there are two more plates," Na Chen's voice was a little dull, and he added, "Don't let me."

Angel smiled: "Okay."

The ninth plate is the map I ran before, the wasteland.

When Anhe ran the second lap, he found that Nachen ran the map very much. He was probably holding his energy and kept following his car tightly, but he never had the chance to get the distance wide.
To be continued...