Hidden Assassin: Section 19? 1 kind of lovesickness

"Why...what's wrong..."

Mato suddenly yelled, and everyone around him was taken aback. Yahan was also suddenly taken aback. She had also exercised in the martial arts gym. Someone reached out and took the things in her hand, first of all, they were reflexively clenched. When she turned her head, she saw Jia Ming standing beside her and handing over another glass of water.

"Drink this cup."

"Uh..." Although it was unclear for a while, since Jia Ming said what she said, she naturally nodded her head habitually, exchanged cups with Jia Ming and took a sip, only to find Jia Ming general Her cue was also taken, and a harmless smile appeared on her face.

"Can I change players? Teacher Zhang, you are also tired from playing. I'll do it for you in this round."

Suddenly rushed out without saying hello, and replaced the cup in Yahan's hand for no reason. Coupled with Matuo's sudden cry, everyone hadn't figured out how to respond. Lin Wanzhen smiled and said: "Dai Yahan fight, brother, what is your relationship with Yahan?"

Jia Ming shrugged and looked back at Ya Han. Ya Han hesitated for a while, and then smiled: "Well, he is my brother, Gu Jiaming, Jia Ming, and Wanzhen are my classmates in college. I She was very nice with me when I was in Cambridge."

"Hello, sister Wanzhen." Jia Ming said with a smile like a standard Miyoshi student. Everyone felt that Zhang Jingan had only one daughter, Yahan. Where did he bring up his younger brother? When I think about the clan like this, my cousin and cousin are naturally indispensable. It's just that he is very close to Zhang Jingan when he talks to Yahan. Some people remember this name secretly, maybe in the future the property of the Zhang family will fall into the hands of these collaterals.

After introducing Lin Wanzhen, naturally there is also Mato, who is staring at the water glass in Jia Ming's hand. After greeting each other, Yahan also frowned slightly, looked at the cup in Jia Ming's hand, and then turned to Mato on the side. Although she doesn't attend such gatherings much on weekdays, she is already a person who has seen more of the world, and she sees Mato's twinkling eyes. Jia Ming's attitude gave a preliminary speculation in his heart.

"So... come on?"

I put the cup on the edge of the billiard table casually, Jia Ming's fingers clanged on the glass and looked at Mato with a smile. Mato hesitated for a moment, and then nodded rather unnaturally: "Heh...of course...who kicks off first?"

"Tee off, you can drive first." Seeing Mato coming over, Jia Mingshun picked up the glass and placed it on a small platform next to Yahan, before waving his hand. "Wait, let me talk about it first. This is usually a bit of a win, right? How much do you play?"

"One hundred..."

"Too little," Jia Ming interrupted him before he was finished. Then he took out his wallet, "A hundred yuan is not interesting at all, Sister Yahan, you said it’s better to play as much...Uh, it’s troublesome, I don’t have much money with me, Sister Yahan, can you Could you lend me some?"

Said a paragraph like fried beans. Mato didn't even have room to speak. Yahan looked at the glass next to him at this time, and then at Jia Ming who was talking, his expression was a little dazed, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but only when Jia Ming called her did he react. Reached out and opened the handbag: "Uh...how much do you want?"

As everyone watched, Jia Ming laughed: "You need as much as you want."

Everyone, including Yahan, was stunned, and then the surrounding crowd began to whisper. Yahan is the only daughter of Zhang Jingan, and as everyone knows, Zhang Jingan is extremely generous with this daughter. Being a teacher at the Sacred Heart Academy is just her profession and hobby. If you count the strength behind her, as long as she needs it, the gentle woman in front of her can use hundreds of millions of dollars at any time. So, what is the concept of how much you want, and how can you borrow money like that?

It's not a big deal for a hundred yuan to rise to one thousand and ten thousand yuan. If you don't make money by yourself, you will be said to be dull at best. But the boy in front of him, apparently aimed at Mato from the beginning, he was going to use this snooker game to kill the opponent-provided that his snooker level is exceptionally good.

Everyone is not a fool. At this moment, he had already sniffed the unusual atmosphere in the air, and his eyes rolled between Mato, Yahan and the glass of water. Lin Wanzhen had already wanted to speak, but she closed her mouth when she thought of it. There is really something wrong with the glass of water, that's what he deserves—invite someone to come to the house to play, and then give someone a medicine to get something out of it. It’s not really counted among the wealthy and uneducated young people. rare. But for this kind of thing, either you’re willing, everyone knocks the medicine at home and makes a promiscuity party and no one can talk, or the family who is drugged has no power and power, and spends a sum of money afterwards, even if it’s a lawsuit. I will not be afraid. However, if you do this kind of thing to Yahan, it’s hard not to remind you of Yahan’s family... This Mato, has his head been run over by a car...

Although his family is also a gangster, but for this kind of thing, Mato is not a habitual offender. Yi Huaying said it impulsively and then was exposed. He was a little panicked, and he didn't know what to say at this time. what. After seeing Yahan stunned for a while, he took out a checkbook from his handbag and scribbled the amount on it. Then, a voice that seemed softer than before came out.

"In the past few years, I have spent some of the salary and extra money in the Sacred Heart Academy. There is still a little more than one million... Although the account can also be overdrawn, but... one million, okay?"

Receiving the check, Jia Ming shrugged with a smile: "It's so-so." Then, the check was thrown directly on the table, "Look, I borrowed money. If it's not too small, let's start Right."

One million.

No one will think this is a friendly game anymore.

Mato reached out and wiped the sweat from his face. Of course he could refuse. But the problem lies in the Zhang family's attitude towards themselves in the future. Although I am currently working in a foreign country, and my younger brother is also going to university in another city, but my father is in Jianghai City, using the power of the Zhang family, if he has to punish him because of this incident, with their family’s exhausting case, it’s absolutely nothing. The road can be taken.

As Yi Huaying said, he came into contact with Yahan before, firstly because of Yahan’s beauty and family background, and his experience in Cambridge; secondly, because of his feast with Xu Mo. Han’s attitude did not hold much hope, but Yi Huaying gave him this hope: Yahan’s attitude towards him seems to be better than Xu Mo’s, he has hope, and in subsequent analysis, this hope seems to be Suddenly failing again, Yahan can even cry for the man she likes all night, and can refuse Xu Mo or even everyone else’s dating and showing affection. Then what does she mean to smile to herself? The most important thing is that smile. Maybe not for yourself at all. Maybe she was the one she was here to the one she liked-both of them thought of this, but they didn't say it.

So in an instant, Yahan herself, the huge background and influence behind her, suddenly seemed to be far away from her. It is not disappointment that people are afraid of, but hope that there was once—regardless of whether Yi Huaying was inciting him to see Xu Mo not pleasing to the eye, the final result is that he was indeed tempted. It is a trivial matter to prescribe medicine. He has heard countless people say that he has seen many people do it before, who knew he would be so uncomfortable.

The problem is how to solve it now. It's not that the family has no money, but it is still painful for him to spend one million. It is not that he could not refuse this table tennis, but he did not dare to refuse. This kid is playing on behalf of Yahan, and Yahan gave out one million. Does this mean that Yahan, who has always been soft-hearted, deliberately suppressed this matter. As long as he plays the game, no matter if he wins or loses, he wins. Naturally, I had to pay back the money-after that, I would settle for peace.

"Subconsciously, he still said the truth: "I don't have so much money with me..."

"It's okay, I believe in your character. If you win, you can take the money. If you lose, you can write an IOU." Jiaming smiled and took out a coin. "Then you kick the ball on the front, and I kick on the back. The ball. How is it?"

Mato looked at Yahan's unconscious face hesitantly. After that, Yi Huaying, who had just spoken to Jia Ming's two cousins, walked over from behind and said a few words in Matuo's ear. Mato gritted his teeth and finally nodded: "Go ahead."

This boy doesn't know how to play pool. It’s okay if you want to win the game yourself. First win, and then plead guilty to Yahan — of course you can’t ask — that’s all for the time being. It’s better to say that you simply lose.

After thinking about it, he decided that he still wanted to win first. Then it is more sincere to admit her mistakes to Yahan. However, the development of the matter did not give him much choice.

The result of the coin toss is that Matto kicks off first. He has done a lot of work in billiards and has a record of 98 points per stroke. He is not much less confident than a professional player. Of course, no one can score a goal in the first shot. With one shot, the white ball was gently touched on the edge of the red ball and then stopped, leaving Jia Ming with a meaningless start.

Walking to the edge of the stage, Jia Ming followed with a stick and touched it. The red ball scattered a little, but of course it didn't make much sense.

According to this, the next shot can start to score...Mato thought to himself. Knock the red ball a little more loose. However, the white ball is still close to the red ball. In the eyes of everyone, there are almost no goals that can be scored in one shot. Jia Ming took a breath and supported the table with both hands. After staying there for more than half a minute, he suddenly bent down.

In an instant, there was a bang on the table, fifteen red **** flew away, the first red ball next to the white ball slammed into the second one, and then the second one hit The edge of the upper table bounced back and knocked out the third one. Go directly into the bag.

First point.

"Good luck, I have entered one." Lin Wanzhen smiled on the side.

Without hesitation too much, Jia Ming walked to the other side of the table, leaned over, the white ball went straight to the black ball with the highest score, pocketed eight points. This ball is considered a straight line, so everyone is not too surprised. When the black ball came out and set it up, Jia Ming took a shot and another red ball went into the bag.

Nine points.

When the black ball entered the bag for the second time, Mato's face began to change, and the people around him began to look surprised, and more people gathered around. Dongfang Wan, including Dongfang Wan who had been wandering around the ballroom and grass, also came over, looking at Jia Ming and the table with a surprised look on her face.

From the very beginning, I invited him out to buy clothes and dance parties. No matter what he does, he has never been able to give people much sense of existence. In the crowd, he really seemed a bit ordinary. There is nothing special in appearance and temperament, but at this time, this temperament has completely changed.

Staring at the table, accurately calculating, leaning over, and hitting the ball, Jia Ming seems to have become the most professional billiard player. Even the mundane suit on him seemed to have become more upright at this time, and the atmosphere around the table became exceptionally tough just because he was alone.

This...is the result of Sister Suyan’s teaching...

Red ball, black ball, red ball, black ball... Snooker’s rule is to score a red ball, then any colored ball, and the black ball is the highest score. In Taiwan, the highest score is 147 points. For professional players, the number of over-percentage strokes is a measure of strength. But looking at Jiaming’s attitude at this time, he is clearly approaching one hundred and forty-seven points in an orderly manner. This goal of forty-seven points to move forward. When the black ball scored for the sixth time, there were already forty-eight points on the scoreboard. The table was full of people. The two cousins ​​of the Huang family squeezed not far away, their eyes widened, as if they had never seen them before. Aliens who have lived.

Forty-nine points.

Fifty-six points...

Fifty-seven points...

When the black ball went into the hole for the tenth time, Jia Ming finally made his first mistake when he scored eighty points. The red ball was not scored, but the white ball stuck to the red ball and stopped at the most tricky angle. However, the highest score of a stroke is 147 snooker. Unless Jia Ming continues to deduct points for fouls, Mato has no chance of winning.

He breathed out. Jia Ming raised his hand to Mato who was sweating profusely: "It's your turn."

At the level that Jia Ming has just shown, fouls are almost impossible. So the next shot. Mato failed to score the red ball.

Standing up from the side holding the cue, Jia Ming began to finish.

Aside the pool table, Yahan watched quietly, as if she had lost her soul.

No one can imagine how much she cherishes this relationship with Jia Ming.

The Cold War has been more than three months, and it’s been almost two months since I haven’t seen each other. She was the one who proposed to stop talking and no longer communicate. After that, Jia Ming lived happily with Lingjing and Shasha, but she was alone. Hiding in the darkness let loneliness and pain bite into my heart.

Overwhelming yourself with a huge workload at school does not mean that you can really forget these things. Overworked work and nightly insomnia caused her to relapse once in early July. She was in the cold hospital and recalled the scene when Jia Ming and they sent her to the hospital last year. It was Jia Ming who enthusiastically helped her settle. In the situation of being forced into marriage, he, Lingjing, and Shasha also take turns to visit her every day. At that time, they were good friends, but now they are both fascinating men and shameful rivals. The three of them spend every day happily, but she can only think about these things, and then her heartache is so painful that she cries... What else can she do...

You can only cry and cry, cry all the time...

After recovering from the illness, her family won't let her take care of anything at school. It gave her more time to remember, and then Mato came. She was grateful for this senior who took care of her in Cambridge. When I went to Cambridge alone, I was running away from home. Without the support of my family, these students from the school helped her a lot, not materially, but more spiritually, so she always remembered this. thing.

Mato is interesting to her, she may be able to detect it, but of course it is impossible to just press and say something to refuse, it would be too stinky. What's more, she had to receive someone who came to the door every day. She didn't dare to cry too much when she recalled and cried at night, so as not to be seen the red eyes. At this point, Mato told her On the contrary, there are some positive meanings-she is a conservative woman after all, like at that time, she directly said in front of the principal, "I will ask for leave if I am broken in love." At this time, she couldn't do it anyway.

The dance party with Matolai was just a small matter, and meeting Jia Ming was her first major event in months. Seeing Jia Ming being held by Dongfang Wan, her resentment was beyond the reach-the guy was bothered again. Dongfang Wan was hooked up by him too-this emotion seemed to be complaining: I should be the first one to bother. This of course is just thinking about it.

She refused to say hello to Jia Ming, and imagined that Jia Ming, who was always polite, would come over and speak on his own initiative-this emotion is simply drinking poison to quench her thirst-but she didn't expect Jia Ming to think that she shouldn't bother her again, even if the two are separated. Barbecue from a long distance for a long time, but still refused to go over. The grievances in her heart increased. She talked and laughed with Mato for a long time, and then thought that she had been unrequited love all the time. Her heart was sad and bitterly ate a terrible chicken wing. After calming down, she felt that she was about to vomit it. When I came out of the toilet and saw Jia Ming sitting on the promenade eating, I couldn't help but pass by there.

She is not the kind of woman who only knows willfulness. The strong sense of morality in her heart makes her feel that she shouldn't be close to Jia Ming, because there is no result anyway. But the weight of tears for more than two months made her breathless, and the gods walked over, two kinds of minds fighting in the body, one to let her go back, and the other to let her pretend to meet inadvertently. The winner is divided, and you really see it.

For more than two months, I finally had the first conversation. She was calm on the surface, and her heart was overwhelmingly excited. Especially after Jiaming took the initiative to clarify the relationship with Dongfang Wan, the original resentment was wiped out. However, in this happy mood, there are many thoughts such as expectation, pain, and struggle. She shouldn't have come, because this man couldn't belong to her anyway. But she can't help it when she knows she shouldn't come. Even if she can't help it, she knows she shouldn't come...

Then Mato ran over and asked her to play billiards. Originally wanted to say "I'm not going", but the body had stood up before the thought was confirmed. There was no other way but to say goodbye. In the following time, her heart seemed to be rubbed back and forth by a saw that was tightened by a thick straw rope, the rough feeling pulled in her heart, gradually pained, gradually bleeding, left, right, left... people seemed to be completely divided into Countless pieces.

After that, Mato brought water, and Jia Ming came over. Until now... this billiards was played for her, but her mind was not here at all. Looking at Jia Ming, she didn’t know what she was thinking about. Sometimes she thought of the cup of water next to her. There was something in the water. Matuo put it. He is too hateful-so she just took a million out-of course, if Jia Ming said "how much to borrow" is not for Mato, she is more likely to call her dad immediately and ask him to adjust tens of millions~ IndoMTL.com~ But sometimes she thinks, maybe she has to thank Mato for this glass of water, if it weren't for him, why would Jia Ming come here again. She remembered what happened before Jia Ming. He used to play home for Lingjing, play basketball for the rustle, and sing for Lingjing on Christmas Eve. At the beginning, he expected the three of them to be just friends. Thinking about it now, he has never done anything vigorous for himself. But now he also played billiards for himself. She listened to the score, listened to the surprise of everyone, and looked at Jia Ming's focused posture. At this moment, I suddenly felt that he seemed to be his own, without spirit and rustle...

She looked at it like this, thinking. My thoughts jumped here from time to time, and then jumped away. In the end, incomparable grief leaked out of my heart, and my eyes gradually became wet. There were tears that couldn't help being seen. She sniffed, turned her head to look at the glass on the side, stretched out her hand to push it, the glass overturned, water splashed, and the glass was smashed to pieces. Jia Ming glanced over, she turned her head, separated the crowd and ran out. Fortunately, people were looking at Jia Ming, but they didn't see her crying.

"Sorry, let me, I'm going to the bathroom, sorry, let me..."

As she said this, she gradually squeezed out the crowd, and the last few colored **** were left on the table. Jia Ming held the cue and stopped blankly. Looking at the pile of debris, I don’t know what I’m thinking...