your call

Chapter 1 Congratulations on your winning
The 108 calls you received were all calls from which I wanted to hear your voice.

—— "Your Call"
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The weather in Haicheng in early July was a bit bad. Lin Jing received text messages of yellow rainstorm warnings for several days in a row.

Outside the window at three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was full of dark clouds slanting down, and it was so dark that it was difficult to distinguish day from day.

Lin Jing turned on the computer again and checked the college entrance examination scores. His mood was as heavy as the weather outside the window.

She has always been good at studying, she is a top-notch existence in her grades, and she performed very stably in the mock exams before the college entrance examination.

Everyone thought she was stable, but it turned out that she failed the college entrance examination.

On the day when she was able to check the scores of the college entrance examination, she was the first in the class to receive a call from the head teacher. When the head teacher heard her score, he was silent for two seconds before saying: "I've passed one, it's pretty good. "

Through the mobile phone, Lin Jing could feel the head teacher's loss.

After that, I received calls from various classmates. After listening to her scores, everyone's reactions were similar to those of the head teacher.

"Huh? Are you kidding me?"

"Are you sure you don't need to add 1 to the first digit?"

"Lin Jing, did you enter the wrong admission ticket number, and you are looking for someone else's score?"

"..."

In fact, Lin Jing's score in the college entrance examination was not that bad, but compared to her usual mock test score, it was a bit too bad.

On the day the college entrance examination scores came out, Jiang Wan personally checked her scores with her admission ticket. When she saw the results, Jiang Wan did not comfort her with disappointment like the head teacher, nor dared to do it like her classmates. Believe it, she didn't point at her and yell at her like some grumpy parents with a bad temper. Her expression was very calm, so calm that it was close to indifference. She didn't say anything, just stared at the score on the computer for a few seconds, Then she got up and left her room.

Afterwards, Jiang Wan never spoke to her again, did not eat three meals a day, saw her at home, and treated her as if she did not exist.

What Lin Jing was most afraid of was Jiang Wan's cold violence towards her, and what he couldn't bear the most was also Jiang Wan's cold violence towards her.

She can't remember how many days Jiang Wan has been so indifferent to her. At first, she would take the initiative to talk to Jiang Wan, and even pick him up from work, but Jiang Wan always He treats her like air, and doesn't even look at her.

After a long time, Lin Jing began to feel anxious about this, especially in the past week, she had frequent chest tightness, and often woke up at night or suffered from insomnia.

Lin Jing took a deep breath, turned off the computer in front of him, picked up the phone, and opened up Jiang Wan's WeChat.

——"Mom, I'm sorry."

——"Mom, I was wrong."

——"Mom, it's my fault, I failed the exam..."

Lin Jing wrote more than a dozen messages one after another, but she deleted them all in the end. Lin Jing, who really couldn't figure out how to calm down with Jiang Wan, picked up his phone anxiously for a while, and suddenly flashed through his mind. one person.

Someone I haven't been in touch with for a long time.

her father.

Lin Zhengru.

Lin Zhengru and Jiang Wan divorced in her freshman year of high school. Three months before the divorce, Jiang Wan kicked Lin Zhengru out of the master bedroom for some unknown reason. When talking, Jiang Wan didn't give Lin Zhengru a single expression. Probably Lin Zhengru had had enough. One morning, he violently broke a glass and told Jiang Wan to divorce.

The two completed the divorce procedures that morning, Lin Zhengru left the house cleanly, and the house, car and children belonged to Jiang Wan.

Lin Jingru's phone number was not stored in Lin Jing's phone, but she remembered it.

Eleven numbers, she pressed one by one, and then dialed.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

"Who?"

As the strange voice settled down, a sleepy yawn came from the phone.

When did Lin Zhengru's voice become so young and beautiful?

Lin Jing blinked, looked at the phone screen, and found that he had pressed one of the phone numbers from "5" to "6".

She subconsciously wanted to apologize, but before the words reached her lips, the person on the other end of the phone said again: "Hello?"

Probably because she didn't make a sound for a long time, the people on the other side were a little irritable, and the voice was particularly impatient, as if she would curse at any time.

But it was this unfriendly, somewhat fierce "Hello" that made Lin Jing shake his fingers and stop the "Sorry" that came to his lips.

She seems to know who the person opposite is...

No, it's not like, it's just...

It was the event that was all the rage on the Internet.

Lin Jing couldn't help swallowing, and then heard the person on the other end of the phone, "Hello" again impatiently.

I feel that the voice this time, doesn't seem to be swearing at any time, but will swear.

"Ah," Lin Jing opened his mouth instinctively, and under nervousness, he blurted out without thinking too much: "Hello, sir, congratulations on winning the lottery, 1 yuan in cash and a latest mobile phone—— "

The phone was hung up mercilessly.

Listening to the beeping busy tone on the phone, Lin Jing paused like a dream for several seconds before turning to look at the screen.

She stared at the eleven-digit number at the top of the call log, blinked, hesitated for a few seconds, and saved the phone number that was broadcast by mistake.

——Name: Grand Occasion
——Mobile phone: 182******25
...

This year's Glory of Kings World Championship Finals was held in Shenzhen.

There are still two hours before the start of the game, and the Chunyu Gymnasium is already overcrowded.The teams that entered the finals are the Shanghai GDT team and the Chengdu HJC team.

Both teams belonged to veteran teams, and the popularity of the teams was comparable. The spectators queuing up to enter the arena held light signs in their hands. At a glance, fans from the two teams couldn't tell the difference.

In addition to the fans of the team, more and more people are holding light boards with players' names printed on them. Among them, the support boards of the GDT team Miracle are the most. The crowd is more like a long golden dragon hovering.

Compared with the bustling scene outside the gymnasium, the backstage lounge of the GDT team in the gymnasium was very quiet.

On two black leather couches, there are five people talking in low voices on one side, four of them are GDT's mid laner, top laner, shooter, and support, and the other one who looks a little older is GDT's Coach, there is a person lying on the sofa on the other side, with the team uniform covering his head, sleeping soundly.

If it weren't for his mobile phone ringing suddenly, it would be really hard for people to find his existence.

After hanging up the phone, he put the jersey back on his head, without any response.

The coach who finished the pre-match guidance with several other players looked up at the person opposite who seemed to have fallen asleep again, and called his name: "A grand event?"

The person on the sofa was motionless.

The coach came over and called him again: "Miracle."

The lying person finally moved. After about three seconds, he slowly raised his hand and took off his team uniform, and slowly sat up.

The coach bent over, picked up a bottle of water from the table, and handed it to Sheng Guan.

The grand situation unscrewed it, and drank most of the bottle with his head held high, and then he stood up as if he was completely awake.

Coach: "What time did you go to bed last night, why are you so sleepy?"

The grand occasion didn't speak, and walked into the bathroom with a yawn.

The coach followed: "Who called just now?"

Sheng Kuan washed his face with cold water, leaned on the sink, raised his eyelids to look at the coach in the glasses, and said in a vague voice, "Liar."

The coach didn't hear clearly, and looked at the young man in the mirror whose skin was so white that it glowed coldly: "What?"

Sheng Guan turned off the faucet, glanced at the coach blocking the door, took out two tissues, wiped off the water on his face, and said it again clearly: "A female liar."

(End of this chapter)