Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 614 Han Shangyan 2

The air in the Internet cafe was hot and humid, mixed with the smell of instant noodles and tobacco, but Chu Hua didn't notice it at all. All her attention was focused on the computer screen, or to be more precise, on the man sitting next to her.

"See, that's it, do you understand?" Han Shangyan's voice sounded in her ears, with a hint of imperceptible doting.

"Oh, I understand, I understand." Chu Huan nodded hurriedly, like a primary school student listening carefully, but she actually knew in her heart that she didn't understand at all.

Han Shangyan looked at her confused expression and couldn't help but chuckle. This girl is so silly and cute.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is almost time for the school's curfew. Chu Hua looked at her phone and her heart skipped a beat.

"Oh, no, it's so late!" Chu Hua exclaimed and jumped up like a frightened little rabbit.

She packed her things in a panic, and the mouse and keyboard seemed like hot potatoes in her hands.

"What's wrong?" Han Shangyan raised his eyebrows.

"Um... Uncle, I'm leaving first. Thank you for today. Bye!" Chu Hua didn't want to be locked outside the dormitory, so she grabbed her backpack and rushed out of the Internet cafe like a gust of wind.

Han Shangyan was stunned. Uncle?

A hint of surprise flashed across his deep eyes, as if time had stood still and the noisy sounds of the surrounding Internet cafe were blocked out.

"Uncle?" he repeated in a low voice, with a hint of surprise and a hint of amusement in his tone that he himself was not aware of.

This title was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard, causing huge waves in his originally calm heart.

Han Shangyan was pinned to the spot by the title of "uncle". He seemed to be out of the noise around him. The turbid air in the Internet cafe was mixed with the smell of cigarettes and instant noodles, which made him feel extremely irritated at the moment.

When did he, Han Shangyan, fall to the point where a little girl called him uncle?

The noise in the Internet cafe seemed to be infinitely magnified at this moment, causing Han Shangyan's eardrums to ache slightly. He subconsciously reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, trying to dispel this sudden irritability.

Uncle? Han Shangyan, who was less than 30 years old and had a successful career, when did he become an "uncle" in the eyes of others?

Only then did he realize that he didn't even know the little girl's name.

Han Shangyan raised his head suddenly, wanting to call out to the panicked figure. But the internet cafe was full of people coming and going, so where was the girl?

Han Shangyan realized that he didn't even know the little girl's name. An unprecedented sense of frustration surged in his heart. He, Han Shangyan, the all-powerful Gun God, was actually called "uncle" by a little girl, and he didn't even know her name.

This is simply a shame!

He scratched his hair in annoyance, stood up and left the Internet cafe. The night air was slightly cool, but it did not dispel the depression in his heart at all.

The neon lights on the roadside flashed colorful lights, but they were particularly dazzling in his eyes. He walked aimlessly, with the flustered figure and the crisp "Uncle" in his mind.

"Uncle..." He repeated these two words in a low voice, his tone full of self-mockery. He looked down at his clothes, a black T-shirt and black jeans, simple but definitely not old-fashioned.

He touched his face. It was angular and his features were deep. He didn't look like an "uncle" at all!

Is it because I am in a bad mood today, so my face looks bad? Or is it because I am usually serious, so I give people a feeling of being unapproachable?

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt, and his pace became faster and faster. Before he knew it, he had walked to the vicinity of the team base. Through the bright window, he saw the team members practicing enthusiastically in the training room. Their young faces were full of vigor and vitality, which reminded him of his own youth.

At that time, he was also full of passion and was willing to do anything for his dream. But now, after achieving success and fame, he feels like he has lost something.

Han Shangyan returned to his empty home and tugged at his collar in annoyance.

Normally he enjoyed this kind of quiet time alone, but today, the empty room seemed to have become a huge mockery, replaying the word "uncle" over and over again.

He opened the refrigerator irritably, and found nothing in it except a few bottles of mineral water and beer. He was usually too busy with work and seldom ate at home. He either ate his three meals a day at the club or ate a quick bite outside.

“Damn it.” He cursed under his breath, put the beer can in his hand heavily on the table, picked up his phone and looked at the food delivery app.

The screen full of fried chicken and burgers made him lose his appetite instantly, but the image of the little girl running away in panic appeared in his mind, like a frightened deer, which inexplicably reminded him of something called "cute".

Cute? Why would he think that clumsy little girl was cute?

Han Shangyan laughed at himself, threw his phone aside, and took a big gulp of beer. The bitter liquid flowed down his throat, but it couldn't extinguish the inexplicable irritability in his heart.

All he could think about was the little girl, her panicked expression, her voice with a hint of cuteness in its panic, and the word "Uncle" that drove him crazy.

When did Han Shangyan fall to the point where he had to rely on recalling a name to pass the time?

No, he couldn't just let this go!

Han Shangyan stood up suddenly, with a gleam of determination in his eyes. He wanted to see who this little girl who dared to call him "uncle" was, and what kind of magic she had that could make him so worried.

The next day, Han Shangyan got up early, changed into casual clothes, and put on a black baseball cap, covering his usually sharp eyebrows and making himself look more approachable.

Han Shangyan pushed open the door of the Internet cafe, and a familiar smell of cigarettes and instant noodles hit his nose, making him frown slightly. The Internet cafe was bustling with people, keyboard tapping and game sound effects, as noisy as ever.

He looked around but did not see the figure that had been haunting him.

"Boss, is the girl who sat there yesterday here today?" He walked to the bar, tried to look friendly, and asked, pointing to the seat where Chu Hua had sat yesterday.

The Internet cafe owner was a middle-aged man with thick glasses and a beer belly. He was staring at the computer screen with a cigarette in his mouth. When he heard Han Shangyan's question, he raised his head impatiently and glanced at him.

"What little girl? How would I know? I'm not a human surveillance camera."

Han Shangyan suppressed his anger and said patiently, "It was the girl who sat there yesterday, wearing a white dress and a ponytail. She looked very innocent."