"Your number is too bad."
This was the first complete sentence Shen Yan said to Song Ci.
He won the MVP in that game, and she had the highest assists in the game. After typing, he only said these four words, and the next day he sent a monthly subscription order and a full-level account.
"You can use this number. Don't waste your consciousness."
Song Ci stared at the line of words for a long time. She is the most ordinary kind of girl - black-rimmed glasses, so simple that they are almost transparent. I work as a sidekick for money, and I work as a support player because I have a poor account. No one ever said she had a "good sense", and no one handed her a full-level number and said "don't waste it".
Shen Yan talks very little. Appear on time every Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday, with no more than twenty words in total. Don't show off when you win, don't blame others when you lose. He asked her for the class schedule and said that the rhythm of the fixed partners should not be messed up. She scheduled evening self-study and took the initiative to ask him to adjust the time. He said yes. No unnecessary words.
Song Ci didn't know who he was or what he wanted.
I only know that the numbers in the bank card every time I settle the bill are real, my brother's medicine is real, and the missing crack on my mother's hand is real.
Reality speaks towards growth. Assist × jungler, focus on making money, leave no space for emotions. He didn't take her to fly, he gave her the number and watched her fly on her own.
