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He Qingyang rushed out from the lounge, turned left and entered the nearest bathroom.
The red and swollen area on his right hand was so painful that he couldn't feel it. He Qingyang was anxious, and rushed to the basin in three steps, turned on the water to the maximum and began to rinse.
He remembered that he had seen it on Baidu before, saying that after being scalded, it needs to be washed with cold water or soaked for more than 20 to 30 minutes.
Cold water rushed against his reddened skin, and his skin was as fragile as a thin layer of paper, and a little bit of force seemed to pierce a hole in it.He gritted his teeth, the back molars were tense, and the lower jaw was even more stern and frightening.
He has always taken good care of his hands, and in winter he will take good care of them with hand cream when the tiger's mouth is cracked——
When has he suffered such grievances?
He Qingyang looked up at himself in the basin mirror, black and soft hair stuck to his forehead, and there was a faint dent between his brows because of frowning for a long time.He looks like a bereaved dog now.
Annoyed, he stretched out his left hand and slammed it at the mirror, his fist suddenly relaxed when it touched the mirror.
He reached into his trouser pocket and took out his vibrating cell phone.
He lowered his eyes and glanced lightly, his pupils widened in surprise at the caller's name.
"Wang Feng."
He Qingyang swiped open the screen with his left hand with difficulty, and said to the phone.
"He Qingyang, where have you been?!" Wang Feng panted, "My stomach hurts, come quickly and replace me!"
What?The phone fell out of his hand and hit the tile floor of the bathroom with a dull sound, like the sound of a blunt knife chopping meat.
There was still an unreal voice coming from the other end of the phone, and Wang Feng seemed to be out of breath.
"Where did you go? How can you be so coquettish?"
"You are still playing petty temper!"
I don't.He Qingyang argued in his heart that he just injured his hand.
Wang Feng was completely impatient on the other end of the phone.
"Are you coming or not? The second game will start in 5 minutes—" Wang Feng choked, and he began to cough heart-rendingly. After coughing, the sound became smaller and smaller. getting weaker.
The phone fell to the ground, and the voice from the speaker seemed to be soaked in water, and it was hard to hear clearly through a thick layer of fog. He Qingyang responded in a daze, not even knowing when the voice on the other end of the phone changed.
"Hi, is that He Qingyang?" The voice was calm and powerful, and there was something that could not be commented on, "Wang Feng has a sudden stomach problem, so I can only play you for the time being. Didn't you always want to play? This time I will give you this You have to take advantage of this opportunity..."
"...Manager," He Qingyang bent down and picked up the phone. The tempered film on the surface of the phone had fallen like a spider web, densely packed with tiny cracks.
He Qingyang stretched out his fingers and pressed lightly on the center of the crack, and the tempered film broke apart layer by layer like a fault on a mountain ridge.
His heart also throbbed, "Manager, I think..."
I want to rest.
The manager interrupted him, "Are you in the bathroom?"
"How grown up are you still crying in the bathroom, come out quickly, we are going to play!" The manager didn't give him any room to refuse.
Am I crying?
He Qingyang touched his face, and he looked in the mirror.
The young man in the mirror had a white face, and there were still tears on his face.
How embarrassing.Who is this haggard young man in the mirror?
He Qingyang looked curiously at the person in the mirror, and that person also made an ugly expression that was either smiling or crying.
He Qingyang suddenly covered his face with his hands and began to cry. Tears seeped out from between his fingers and fell on the square floor tiles.
Without the infiltration of cold water, his scalded right hand began to burn and hurt again.He desperately soaked his scalded skin under cold water, hoping that these hands would not hold him back in the next three to ten minutes of the game.
The door of the bathroom was pushed open violently, and the manager rushed in with a brisk walk, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he was obviously very angry.
He reached out and pulled He Qingyang away from the faucet, and asked angrily: "Are you deaf and blind? Can you tell the time?"
"We're all waiting for you!"
"We adjusted the fucking game time a few minutes back, just to wait for you——Your rank is quite high, like an emperor, let so many people wait for you!"
He Qingyang was dragged by the manager to the backstage of the competition abruptly.
At this time, the manager suddenly changed his amiable expression.
"Fight hard, Xiao He." The manager patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and staggered the already weak man, "I worked hard to win this opportunity for you—"
What do you mean he won this opportunity for him?He Qingyang wanted to refute, but the manager had already pushed him towards the competition stage.
"Go quickly! Otherwise they will say that we are playing big cards."
He is not familiar with the people in RY, and at this time, no one has much to say during the pre-match debugging session.
He Qingyang wiped his hands on the hem of his trousers, wiped off the water stains carefully, and then started to adjust the mouse.
It hurts, it hurts!There was only one message left in He Qingyang's mind.
His fingers tapped a series of numbers on the keyboard nimbly, but the fast movements of his fingers involved the skin and muscles on the back of his hand, and the burnt part, which was already fragile and could no longer withstand any stimulation, was even more painful.
He Qingyang couldn't control his facial expressions. He frowned deeply, and his lips, which always liked to smile, were pressed down, looking impatient.
I don't know who made a complaint in the teammate's voice.
"Damn it, who would want to play games with him, who would you put on a dirty face for?!"
The voice in the team fell into a freezing point for a while.He Qingyang pretended he didn't hear it, his brain nerves were almost completely occupied by pain, and he really didn't have the spare energy to think about who was pissing him off.
Soon the bp started, and the coach was directing in the headset.
A fine layer of cold sweat oozed from He Qingyang's forehead. His left hand resting on the keyboard was slightly suspended in the air, and he pressed the burnt part with small movements.
Severe pain enveloped him like a storm.For a moment, He Qingyang's eyes were even pitch black, and he was so painful that he could only see a glare of white light.
"Huhu—" He took a big breath of air.
After the severe pain, there was ashes-like calm, and his hands seemed to be immune to the pain, and he was unconscious.
"He Qingyang, take An Qiong." An Qiong is an offensive hero, and is also one of He Qingyang's special skills.
But at this moment he shook his head, and in the astonished eyes of his coach and teammates, he locked a hero that no one expected——
Lane.
After this reckless, invincible bastard hero came out, RY's jungler Pai punched the keyboard and cursed.
"Fuck | your mother."
This hero was chosen to be neither fish nor fowl, and it was simply not suitable for RY's lineup in this game.
Pepper in the commentary was also stunned, not to mention the audience, who booed even more at this time.
But only He Qingyang knows that this hero is currently the hero he is most sure that the details will not be deformed due to hand burns.
[The author has something to say: If there are any mistakes in the knowledge about burns, please point them out, after all, I don’t know much about www]
He Qingyang rushed out from the lounge, turned left and entered the nearest bathroom.
The red and swollen area on his right hand was so painful that he couldn't feel it. He Qingyang was anxious, and rushed to the basin in three steps, turned on the water to the maximum and began to rinse.
He remembered that he had seen it on Baidu before, saying that after being scalded, it needs to be washed with cold water or soaked for more than 20 to 30 minutes.
Cold water rushed against his reddened skin, and his skin was as fragile as a thin layer of paper, and a little bit of force seemed to pierce a hole in it.He gritted his teeth, the back molars were tense, and the lower jaw was even more stern and frightening.
He has always taken good care of his hands, and in winter he will take good care of them with hand cream when the tiger's mouth is cracked——
When has he suffered such grievances?
He Qingyang looked up at himself in the basin mirror, black and soft hair stuck to his forehead, and there was a faint dent between his brows because of frowning for a long time.He looks like a bereaved dog now.
Annoyed, he stretched out his left hand and slammed it at the mirror, his fist suddenly relaxed when it touched the mirror.
He reached into his trouser pocket and took out his vibrating cell phone.
He lowered his eyes and glanced lightly, his pupils widened in surprise at the caller's name.
"Wang Feng."
He Qingyang swiped open the screen with his left hand with difficulty, and said to the phone.
"He Qingyang, where have you been?!" Wang Feng panted, "My stomach hurts, come quickly and replace me!"
What?The phone fell out of his hand and hit the tile floor of the bathroom with a dull sound, like the sound of a blunt knife chopping meat.
There was still an unreal voice coming from the other end of the phone, and Wang Feng seemed to be out of breath.
"Where did you go? How can you be so coquettish?"
"You are still playing petty temper!"
I don't.He Qingyang argued in his heart that he just injured his hand.
Wang Feng was completely impatient on the other end of the phone.
"Are you coming or not? The second game will start in 5 minutes—" Wang Feng choked, and he began to cough heart-rendingly. After coughing, the sound became smaller and smaller. getting weaker.
The phone fell to the ground, and the voice from the speaker seemed to be soaked in water, and it was hard to hear clearly through a thick layer of fog. He Qingyang responded in a daze, not even knowing when the voice on the other end of the phone changed.
"Hi, is that He Qingyang?" The voice was calm and powerful, and there was something that could not be commented on, "Wang Feng has a sudden stomach problem, so I can only play you for the time being. Didn't you always want to play? This time I will give you this You have to take advantage of this opportunity..."
"...Manager," He Qingyang bent down and picked up the phone. The tempered film on the surface of the phone had fallen like a spider web, densely packed with tiny cracks.
He Qingyang stretched out his fingers and pressed lightly on the center of the crack, and the tempered film broke apart layer by layer like a fault on a mountain ridge.
His heart also throbbed, "Manager, I think..."
I want to rest.
The manager interrupted him, "Are you in the bathroom?"
"How grown up are you still crying in the bathroom, come out quickly, we are going to play!" The manager didn't give him any room to refuse.
Am I crying?
He Qingyang touched his face, and he looked in the mirror.
The young man in the mirror had a white face, and there were still tears on his face.
How embarrassing.Who is this haggard young man in the mirror?
He Qingyang looked curiously at the person in the mirror, and that person also made an ugly expression that was either smiling or crying.
He Qingyang suddenly covered his face with his hands and began to cry. Tears seeped out from between his fingers and fell on the square floor tiles.
Without the infiltration of cold water, his scalded right hand began to burn and hurt again.He desperately soaked his scalded skin under cold water, hoping that these hands would not hold him back in the next three to ten minutes of the game.
The door of the bathroom was pushed open violently, and the manager rushed in with a brisk walk, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he was obviously very angry.
He reached out and pulled He Qingyang away from the faucet, and asked angrily: "Are you deaf and blind? Can you tell the time?"
"We're all waiting for you!"
"We adjusted the fucking game time a few minutes back, just to wait for you——Your rank is quite high, like an emperor, let so many people wait for you!"
He Qingyang was dragged by the manager to the backstage of the competition abruptly.
At this time, the manager suddenly changed his amiable expression.
"Fight hard, Xiao He." The manager patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and staggered the already weak man, "I worked hard to win this opportunity for you—"
What do you mean he won this opportunity for him?He Qingyang wanted to refute, but the manager had already pushed him towards the competition stage.
"Go quickly! Otherwise they will say that we are playing big cards."
He is not familiar with the people in RY, and at this time, no one has much to say during the pre-match debugging session.
He Qingyang wiped his hands on the hem of his trousers, wiped off the water stains carefully, and then started to adjust the mouse.
It hurts, it hurts!There was only one message left in He Qingyang's mind.
His fingers tapped a series of numbers on the keyboard nimbly, but the fast movements of his fingers involved the skin and muscles on the back of his hand, and the burnt part, which was already fragile and could no longer withstand any stimulation, was even more painful.
He Qingyang couldn't control his facial expressions. He frowned deeply, and his lips, which always liked to smile, were pressed down, looking impatient.
I don't know who made a complaint in the teammate's voice.
"Damn it, who would want to play games with him, who would you put on a dirty face for?!"
The voice in the team fell into a freezing point for a while.He Qingyang pretended he didn't hear it, his brain nerves were almost completely occupied by pain, and he really didn't have the spare energy to think about who was pissing him off.
Soon the bp started, and the coach was directing in the headset.
A fine layer of cold sweat oozed from He Qingyang's forehead. His left hand resting on the keyboard was slightly suspended in the air, and he pressed the burnt part with small movements.
Severe pain enveloped him like a storm.For a moment, He Qingyang's eyes were even pitch black, and he was so painful that he could only see a glare of white light.
"Huhu—" He took a big breath of air.
After the severe pain, there was ashes-like calm, and his hands seemed to be immune to the pain, and he was unconscious.
"He Qingyang, take An Qiong." An Qiong is an offensive hero, and is also one of He Qingyang's special skills.
But at this moment he shook his head, and in the astonished eyes of his coach and teammates, he locked a hero that no one expected——
Lane.
After this reckless, invincible bastard hero came out, RY's jungler Pai punched the keyboard and cursed.
"Fuck | your mother."
This hero was chosen to be neither fish nor fowl, and it was simply not suitable for RY's lineup in this game.
Pepper in the commentary was also stunned, not to mention the audience, who booed even more at this time.
But only He Qingyang knows that this hero is currently the hero he is most sure that the details will not be deformed due to hand burns.
[The author has something to say: If there are any mistakes in the knowledge about burns, please point them out, after all, I don’t know much about www]
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