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He Qingyang's face turned pale with anger. He knew that Fu Haidong was a madman, but he didn't expect him to be so crazy.

He raised his hands high again, tremblingly looking at the handsome young man in front of him.

"What on earth do you want to do?!" He asked through gritted teeth, as if what he was chewing in his mouth was not these words, but Fu Haidong's flesh and blood.

"What do I want to do?" Fu Haidong gave him a strange look, and then smiled happily, "I still want to know, what do you want to do?"

"Oh," he paused meaningfully, and then moved his somewhat red|swollen cheeks to He Qingyang's, rather rascally, "You still want to hit me, don't you?"

"Keep fighting! I'll let you fight!"

Fu Haidong looked at He Qingyang's trembling hand that never came down, and suddenly realized, "So you are afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Fu Haidong blinked a pair of beautiful eyes, and his blue black pupils were as crystal clear as a newborn baby. He tilted his head and repeated in doubt, "Are you afraid of me?"

He Qingyang pursed his dry and cracked lips, but did not speak.

"...You dare not hit me anymore? Then I will teach you."

Fu Haidong grabbed He Qingyang's hand firmly, and He Qingyang's hand was held in the palm of his hand, as if he had grasped He Qingyang's life gate.

This realization made him excited.

He rubbed the back of He Qingyang's hand carefully, tracing from the fingertips to the wrist, measuring inch by inch, wishing he could even feel the lines of his palm clearly.

He Qingyang trembled suddenly, it was a very violent tremor.

"Let go." He said word by word, Fu Haidong crushed and crushed the fragile piece of flesh he was injured with even force, and He Qingyang felt in a trance that his right hand didn't seem to be his own anymore.

The burn injury worsened.He was extremely aware of this cruel reality in his heart.

It's over, it's over.

The so-called life is a gamble, this sentence is indeed true.He used up all his chips to block, lost his career, lost his reputation, lost his hand, blocked a bright future, he thought it would be fine.

He looked down at Fu Haidong holding his hand, the deformed scalded skin was covered under Fu Haidong's palm, Fu Haidong's skin was scorching hot, and there were still some tiny beads of sweat.

These beads of sweat were like a roll of magma, swallowing him involuntarily and burning him up.

"Let go." He Qingyang sniffed, his facial features wrinkled together in embarrassment, "You hurt me."

He said.

In fact, He Qingyang seldom shows weakness. He always looks out of place in front of outsiders. His personality is very gentle, and it seems that there will never be any major disturbances in his heart.

Fu Haidong was amazed by his appearance, he was like a child who snatched a favorite toy, he pinched He Qingyang's hand viciously, and he even gently picked up the fragile skin on the back of He Qingyang's hand and rolled it away Two rolls.

"Are you so disgusted by me that you want to cry? Hey, hey, why are you really crying? I don't have a girl to fuck you—"

He looked at the tiny teardrops hanging on He Qingyang's dark eyelids, and suddenly stopped talking.

His hands relaxed, and He Qingyang took the opportunity to put his hands into his sleeves.

He Qingyang turned his head and wanted to leave. He stayed on the competition stage for half a night, didn't he feel ashamed enough? %3F

At this time, the audience of the competition stage was already full of people, the security guards controlled the out-of-control crowd, and the host and commentator also rushed here anxiously.

The moment Fu Haidong kissed He Qingyang's cheeks, the director cut off the live broadcast screen very wisely.

"He Qingyang!"

RY's manager stopped him, and instead of calling him 'Xiao He' with a smile, he called him by his full name sullenly.

"Hey," He Qingyang responded in a low voice, "may I trouble you to make way for me?"

The passage to the backstage of the game was blocked by RY's manager and players, and He Qingyang couldn't pass through it.And there is Fu Haidong watching over him, he is really in a dilemma now.

Manager RY stared at him, and before he had time to ask, he was interrupted by a high-pitched voice.

"He Qingyang, you son of a bitch!" A pair of pale hands reached out, about to hit him in the face.

He Qingyang subconsciously leaned back, and the cold wind of his hand brushed against his scalp.What kind of deep hatred is this, to want to disfigure him.

He looked up and saw a weak face with a faint bruise around the lips.

Wang Feng%3F

He Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The manager stopped Wang Feng and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Feng looked at He Qingyang with eyes full of hatred, and said loudly: "It's him, it's him!"

Wang Feng's voice was so weak that it seemed that he was about to die, and his ending sound was raised high, with a penetrating power comparable to that of a shrew cursing the street.

"After a long time, you are the one who caused my stomach pain, right?" Wang Feng looked at He Qingyang with hatred, his eyes filled with disappointment, he looked like he was looking at a mouse in the gutter, his whole face was full of rejection and feelings of disgust.

"Obviously I'm going to retire soon, why can't you wait a few more days?" Wang Feng shook his head and said with some joy, "Fortunately, I didn't finish the glass of water you poured me, otherwise who knows what will happen... ..."

What's the matter with that glass of water?He Qingyang wanted to yell loudly, but he knew that no matter what he said now, he would be targeted by everyone.

No one would believe that he hadn't done anything; no one would believe that he actually didn't want to participate in this match; no one would believe that he hoped that Wang Feng didn't have a sudden stomach attack more than anyone else.

"Is it really the problem with the glass of water I poured?" He Qingyang still looked straight into Wang Feng's eyes. He was sure that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the glass of water he poured, after all, he had also drank the water in the kettle. .

Then why doesn't he have a stomachache?

"It's not that glass of water, what else could it be?" Wang Feng snorted coldly, his face was pale while clutching his abdomen, "I didn't eat anything miscellaneous today——"

"But you didn't drink the glass of water I poured, did you?"

He Qingyang retorted.

Wang Feng's expression froze for a moment. He actually tasted a drop to test the temperature of the glass of water.

"Oh, He Qingyang, don't make excuses! Don't you have the courage to admit that you did something wrong?!" The manager said to him with a sad expression, "How could you do this?"

How can you do this?

How can you be so shameless?

How can you be so disgusting?

His mother taught him since he was a child that he must have the courage to admit that he has done something wrong.Little He Qingyang has always regarded this sentence as the truth.

He will definitely admit what he did wrong, but what if it was something he didn't do?Will he admit it too?

Why should he admit it?

Yes, why should he admit it?

He Qingyang laughed, very flamboyantly and recklessly, standing in the center of the crowd, obviously the target of public criticism, but so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off.

He smiled and laughed, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, like scattering tiny diamonds all over the floor.

This He Qingyang looked so abnormal, Fu Haidong's heart flashed panic, he strode over and stretched out his hand to hold He Qingyang, He Qingyang's clothes slipped past his hand——

Screams resounded throughout the venue.

Fu Haidong watched the familiar figure turn over neatly from the stage. The young man's nimble and water-carrying posture was particularly eye-catching.

He belatedly thought of a long time ago, when he and He Qingyang were still friends and were still in the same youth training camp.

He Qingyang once performed this set of pleasing wall-climbing moves in front of him.The high-spirited young man was riding on the wall, laughing and reaching out to him.

"Come up."

He shook his head hesitantly. He was afraid of heights since he was a child, and he was even more insensitive to things like climbing walls.

He Qingyang seemed to see his fear, he smiled narrowly, "What's wrong?"

Fu Haidong could guess that his face must be very ugly, otherwise, why would the boy lean on the wall and turn over neatly, patted the wall dust on his hands, and then hooked his shoulders.

"Okay, okay, I know you're worried about me—"

"Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about, I won't fall..."

He Qingyang is really a silly and cute friend.Thinking of the past, he also hooked the corner of his mouth.He was not worried that He Qingyang would fall, he was obviously afraid of heights.

He Qingyang is good everywhere, but this is not good. He thinks too well of people.

So everything I'm doing now is helping him.Thinking of this, Fu Haidong's smile deepened again.

It had been a long time since he climbed over the wall like this. He Qingyang patted the ashes on his hands, and then hugged the device tightly in his arms.He spotted a gap in the crowd, and rushed out like a nimble fish without thinking too much.

It had been a long time since he ran without thinking about anything, and the wind brought up by the running hit his face, and he only felt refreshed, as if the pain on the back of his hand and the depression in his heart also disappeared.

Someone stretched out his hand to hold him, but the strength of that person was very small, and He Qingyang threw the person away almost effortlessly.

The man let out a painful cry, and the deliberately lowered voice was particularly obvious in the small space.

He Qingyang looked over in surprise, and saw a tightly wrapped person. This figure was——

"Jiang Sizhen?" He Qingyang asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

[The author has something to say: It’s finally [-] words. From August to now, four or five months have passed.I didn't think about anything else when I wrote this article, I just wanted to write an e-sports article, so I wrote it.

Because I have been coding on a stand-alone machine, there is really no support other than relatives and friends. I thought about cutting this book, but I still can't bear it.

After all, He Qingyang and Jiang Sizhen are my first children. 】

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