The Singularity Bar was located in an alley behind a large appliance repair shop.
Originally, it was a small fan club organized by a group of football-loving workers in the repair shop. Later, as more and more people joined, it became a bar and opened to the public. After that, as the number of customers increased, they rented two nearby shops and expanded the bar. Eventually, the bar became what it was today. The customers were no longer limited to the repair shop's workers. Even non-fans would come here from time to time.
However, judging from the interior decoration and design style, it was a typical bar for football fans.
Several of the founders were die-hard fans of the Pandaren team. The walls were filled with Pandaren star players, both active and retired, accompanied by some classic photos of them scoring goals. Other than that, the bar also sold some Pandaren merchandise, including T-shirts, key chains, and the like. The restaurant's dishes were also slang commonly used by fans. Basically, every Pandaren fan would feel like they had found an organization when they entered the bar.
Whenever the Pandaren team played a game, the bar would be the busiest. The bar owner would use a set of large projection equipment to broadcast the game live.
Zhang Heng arrived at the bar at 6: 16, coincidentally on the day of the game.
The number of people in the bar tonight was three times the usual. Almost every corner was crowded with people. Those who came later did not have a seat, but they still refused to leave. Zhang Heng looked around and estimated that there were at least two or three hundred people here. It was not easy to find the trader among so many people, especially since he had no other clues other than the tattoos on the trading partner's lower abdomen.
Because there were too many people in the bar, Zhang Heng had to squat down and pick up the pug from the ground.
As soon as he got up, he saw a bartender walking up to him. The bartender did not speak, just pointing outside the door at the sign that said no pets were allowed.
Before Zhang Heng could speak, he heard a voice say, "Forget it, Xiaowu. He is also a Pandaren fan. He came all the way here to watch the game."
"You guys know each other?" Xiaowu asked the person who spoke.
The latter nodded, "We've met a few times."
Xiaowu did not say anything more. He turned around and went to deal with a table full of drinkers who wanted to order snacks.
After Xiaowu left, Zhang Heng said to the person who helped him before, "Thank you."
It was a tall woman with short hair. She had no makeup on her face, but her foundation was pretty good. It was just that her skin looked a little rough, and her hands were stained with ink. Like most of the men in the bar, she was wearing work clothes. She had a set of wrenches hanging on her waist, which clanked when she walked.
"You're welcome." The short-haired woman raised the glass in her hand.
"But have we met before?" Zhang Heng asked again.
"Of course not. I'm just using this method to strike up a conversation with you." After that, she tossed a brooch to Zhang Heng, "The Pandaren team emblem. Put it on, lest you and your melancholy friend get kicked out again."
Zhang Heng took the brooch and pinned it on his chest.
"They don't allow pets and smoking here. As long as you are a die-hard Pandaren fan, they will treat you better than their own brother. They will even forget about the ban," the short-haired woman said while shouting, "The Pandaren will win!"
When they heard her shout, it was as if someone pressed the pause button in the bar. After that, a group of drinkers and bartenders shouted at the top of their lungs, "The Pandaren will win! The Pandaren will win! " After shouting, everyone began to sing the Pandaren team's team song, "We Are Pandaren."
"A bunch of idiots. Men will never grow up." The short-haired woman picked up the glass and drank all the beer in it.
She burped, then pushed the glass to the bartender, "Fill it up. Also, give a glass to the handsome man on the other side who looks like a wandering poet."
The bartender raised his eyebrows when he heard that. He then picked up an empty glass from the table, poured a glass of dark beer, and handed it to Zhang Heng, "Be careful, buddy. This woman is not someone anyone can handle."
"Oh, you're so cute. Are you jealous that I didn't fall for you?" The short-haired woman took the glass of beer before Zhang Heng could. After that, she raised her head and drank half of it before handing it back to Zhang Heng, "Feng Zi."
"Hmm?" The noise around them was a little loud because the boss had turned on the projector. Two announcers appeared on the screen, introducing the team's starting lineup.
"Feng Zi, the Feng of the mountain peak. Sometimes, the people around me also call me crazy," Feng Zi whispered into Zhang Heng's ear.
"Oh, Simon." Zhang Heng took the glass.
Feng Zi raised her eyebrows, "What is this? Is this your stage name? Feng Zi is my real name. My full name is Xia Fengzi, but it doesn't matter. Why are you here, Simon? You are not a Pandaren fan. "
"I'm just tired of walking, and I want to find a place to have a drink."
"Ha," Feng Zi looked at Zhang Heng with a faint smile.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Feng Zi did not intend to continue the conversation. She took her refilled glass from the bartender's hand, and the latter warned, "Take it easy, Sister Feng Zi. The game hasn't started yet."
"Mind your own business. I'm not drinking for the game." Feng Zi seemed to be in a good mood, and she even hummed a tune.
Because Zhang Heng was relatively close to her, he heard a few lyrics intermittently. It was an English song, probably sung when she was hunting. The general idea was that the prey had fallen into her trap, and she was going to have a big harvest today. Zhang Heng did not know whether to laugh or cry.
On the other side, the bartender looked at Zhang Heng with some hostility, then deliberately asked loudly, "Sister Feng Zi, what about the college student from before? The one you said looked like a little sheep. Are you still together?"
"We broke up a long time ago," Feng Zi waved her hand. "We drank all night that night, and when I woke up in bed, I didn't say anything. He covered his face and cried, saying that he was sorry for his girlfriend. He was such a sissy, and I was sick of it." Feng Zi seemed to think of something when she said that, and she glared at the bartender. "Shut up. Do you think your job is too light?"
"No, no, no." The bartender quickly retracted his head and went to make drinks for other guests.
After that, Feng Zi looked at Zhang Heng next to her and raised her glass, "Come on, let's drink. Let's drink the first glass. I've helped you drink half a glass. The rest should be fine, right?"
"Well." Zhang Heng also raised the glass in his hand and said, "Cheers."
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