I'm Very Happy Today Too [Wen Ye]

(Arrange clothes) (take out gong) (clear throat) (beat gong) Don't miss it if you're passing by (knock gong) Tai Zhong CP is giving away! (Bang the gong) The rich support one's business, the poor support one's business! (Knock the gong, knock the gong) (Knock the gong hard) (The gong is broken) (Regret to leave) Dream come true, everyone is heading towards it. Zhongyuan Zhongya also feels that something is wrong with his partner recently. For no reason, he has begun to care about the type of girls he likes. Recently, he has suddenly started avoiding him. "So what do you think happened to him?" The pianist asked. "Huh? Who can figure out what a mackerel is thinking?" The gravity user, who had drunk a lot of wine, lay on the bar and complained loudly: "I'm just asking you because I don't understand!" "But if even your partner can't figure out what he's thinking, then we can't figure it out even more." Dumb Bird stabbed him bluntly, "And why does Chuuya care so much about his affairs? Wouldn't it be nice if he doesn't bother you anyway?" "So, you are the weird one, right?" The pianist saw through everything, "When did you care so much about things that have nothing to do with you?" Yes, why should you care about things that have nothing to do with you? Zhongyuan Zhongya frowned and pushed away the wine glass, leaned on the countertop and sat up unsteadily, thinking seriously. It's obviously a good thing that he doesn't bother me anymore. Why is he so upset? His brain was occupied by alcohol, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't think of the reason. "Because, because we are partners!" He vaguely spat out a reluctant excuse, and then became confident: "We are partners! His behavior will affect our task efficiency!" Dumbbird agreed: "That's right. If your partner doesn't cooperate, it will really affect the mission efficiency." The pianist twirled his glass and suggested casually: "Since you care so much, why not just go and ask him in person? It's not like you can't find him anyway." The gravity user, whose brain had been occupied by alcohol, didn't notice anything was wrong. Instead, he thought this method was very good. He slapped his hands and wandered out to find someone. Dumb Bird opened his mouth in confusion: "Why are you looking for it? Doesn't Chuuya have the contact information of Dazai's cadre?" The pianist looked at Chuuya's retreating back, and couldn't help but think of the Dazai officers he saw squatting in the shadows and eavesdropping when he entered, and blinked: "Well, who knows. But it's better for us to stay less involved." Ooc belongs to me, and the glory belongs to everyone in Wenye. Purpose: Everyone should have a happy ending