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We chatted like this until half past twelve in the afternoon when A Fei called. "Jie, where are you? Why haven't I seen you? Uncle Xiang just asked me where you went, thinking you were with me." A Fei said anxiously. Situ Jianfei asked who was on the phone, and I replied it was A Fei. Situ Jianfei snatched my phone and said, "Hey, A Fei, it's your Jianfei. I was just about to call you. Hurry over to Flying Hotel within ten minutes, or don't call me brother anymore." Then he hung up with a "bang." "Waiter, bring another set of chopsticks!" Zhao Bin shouted towards the door.
After a while, A Fei arrived. When he pushed the door open and saw Situ Jianfei and the others, he laughed, "Oh, how come you guys are here?" I quickly explained, "Oh, I ran into Jianfei and Zhao Gongzi while wandering around the street, so we decided to catch up and found this restaurant to drink." I continued fabricating lies. After hearing this, A Fei sat down and said, "Why didn't you call me earlier? Look at this food we've already eaten! Waiter, order some more dishes!" We stared at A Fei in disbelief. "A-A Fei, are you okay? Don't push yourself just because you're upset," I said timidly.
A Fei picked up his chopsticks and said to me, "What do you mean upset? My parents went out for lunch, leaving me home alone. I was too lazy to cook. When I called you, I was starving and boiling instant noodles. I didn't expect you guys to be having a feast here; I'm really mad at you!" The three of us exchanged glances after hearing this and ordered a few more dishes for A Fei while pouring him a glass of wine. This taught us that a guy who can't cook will go hungry! The four of us continued eating and drinking until one-thirty. A Fei was so drunk he lay on the table reciting Tang poetry: "The bright sun leans close to the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea; may we all live long, even if we can't share the same drink..." When Zhao Bin stood up unsteadily to settle the bill, I stopped him and handed him two hundred yuan. "Haoshuai's drip and bandaging cost ninety-five yuan; the remaining four fifty is not for you. This is two hundred in total."
Zhao Bin squinted with drunken eyes and smiled, "I, Zhao Gongzi, never take back what I've given. This two hundred is for your expenses; I've got more." He pulled out his wallet from his pocket and casually took out about a thousand yuan. I refused his money: "No way! That four fifty is already spent; I bought a bottle of sports drink with it; this must go to you." My words started to stutter as Zhao Bin insisted on not taking it. We began arguing until Situ Jianfei stood up and walked between us: "Alright, alright! Stop arguing over these two Mao bills! Listen to me; each of you keep one hundred! Fair and reasonable."
When I woke up, it was already four in the afternoon. "Where am I?" I muttered to myself while rubbing my heavy head. Turning my head, I saw A Fei sprawled on another bed sound asleep; it must be a hotel room. Just as I was thinking about this, the door opened, and Zhao Bin walked in. "Hey, you're awake! Your drinking capacity is really something; each of you barely drank three bottles of beer before passing out completely—impressive!" Zhao Bin joked as soon as he entered. Feeling embarrassed, I scratched my head: "Hehe, what can we do? Good citizens are like that. Where's Jianfei? Did he also drink too much and fall asleep nearby?" Zhao Bin laughed: "You can forget that! Even if Jianfei drank ten bottles of beer, he wouldn't pass out; he went home early."
Situ Jianfei truly is a hero when it comes to drinking! I quickly woke A Fei up and bid farewell to Zhao Bin before heading home. "Jie, does your head hurt? Mine feels like it's being torn apart—so uncomfortable! By the way, are you hiding something from me?" A Fei shook his head vigorously. I felt better already and replied to him: "It's fine; just sleep it off! Hurry home for dinner and rest well tonight; we have a match tomorrow! What could we possibly hide from you?" I couldn't reveal anything about what happened yesterday because I promised Situ Jianfei.
That evening, I played Crossfire for a while to enjoy myself. While playing team matches, my phone suddenly rang—it was Xia Ying calling. "Hey, Baby! What are you doing?" As soon as I pressed the answer button, Xia Ying sweetly asked me. "What else could I be doing? Playing games! What about you?" I replied. "Me? I'm watching TV! By the way, your match is at eight-thirty tomorrow morning, right? Just confirming so we don't mess it up like last time," Xia Ying mischievously asked on the other end. Hearing her words warmed my heart; I didn't expect this girl to care so much about the match. I told her: "Yes! Eight-thirty tomorrow morning; make sure not to be late!" "Mm-hmm! Got it!" she replied cheerfully.
The next morning, I did fifty sit-ups in bed to warm up for the match before going out to wash up and have breakfast. After everything was ready and checking the time—it was seven-forty—just right! As soon as I stepped outside my door, A Fei arrived just in time. I put my arm around his shoulder and walked straight to the bus stop with him. Once on the bus, A Fei took out his Eagle Pendant from around his neck as usual and examined it closely while I sat by the window looking outside at the bustling street when suddenly three familiar figures walked past me—I hurriedly chased after them with my eyes—it was Mortal Team! Yes! It was them! One of them had a bandaged head—it must be Haoshuai—why isn't this guy listening to the doctor's advice?
After arriving at Lake City Park, we first went to the Locker Room to change into black jerseys before stepping outside. The Demon Skull Team members were practicing relay shots; they didn't look as terrifying as their team name suggested—three clean-cut guys all about six feet tall with neat hairstyles—completely opposite in demeanor compared to Spirit Serpent Team—one wild and one straightforward.
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