[E-sports] On the road is not a two-way road!

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He Qingyang even thought that his vision was wrong, he rubbed his eyes with his hand, and asked softly: "Is it Jiang Sizhen?"

He didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that if he spoke louder, the people in front of him would burst like bubbles.

The man raised the brim of his peaked cap slightly, exposing the tip of his chin, which was as white as jade.He Qingyang saw a pair of beautiful black eyes half hidden under the brim of the hat, and these ink-like pupils were staring closely at him at this moment, in other words, they were staring closely at his hand.

He Qingyang coughed twice, unaccustomed to put his hands behind his back, and pointed out the name of the person in front of him.

"Jiang Sizhen."

He is now very sure of the identity of the person in front of him, "What are you doing here?"

He Qingyang didn't wait for Jiang Sizhen to answer, a basket of questions slipped out of his mouth.

"When did you come here? Isn't your father still in the police station? You don't care about him?"

"En." Jiang Sizhen pursed his lips in response, from He Qingyang's angle, he could only see the corner of his mouth curled down in displeasure.

"There is still Jiang Xuan at home."

He paused and stopped talking.

But the air between the two of them seemed to become heavy because of this, and He Qingyang felt the displeasure emanating from the boy's whole body.

What is he upset about?What's wrong with him?

The WG player listed for sale was He Qingyang, not Jiang Sizhen.An unknown fire rushed into He Qingyang's heart. If Jiang Sizhen didn't ask that troubled son to take a long vacation, would he end up in today's end?

Reason told him that he shouldn't transfer this matter to Jiang Sizhen too much, but he just couldn't help being annoyed.

"Why don't you tell me when you come—" He Qingyang tried his best to control the sullenness in his heart.

Jiang Sizhen looked up at him quickly, then grabbed his sleeve without any explanation, and whispered: "Run!"

Hearing the word 'run', He Qingyang's body reacted before his brain, and he was dragged by Jiang Sizhen to run.When he was running, he still didn't forget to look at his sleeves. Just tonight, his sleeves had been pulled countless times. Thanks to the quality of the RY team uniform, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to be torn apart.

Jiang Sizhen ran in front of him. It was obviously the weather in early April. Jiang Sizhen was only wearing a thin denim jacket. The wind blowing into his clothes when he ran, spread the clothes wide open, like an eagle soaring high. wing.

He sneaked into a narrow passage with his cat bent.

"I've inquired, this is the emergency passage, and you can get out of the hall from here." Jiang Sizhen was a little nervous, and he whispered in He Qingyang's ear.

This passage was too narrow, and the two grown men piled their bodies together to barely pass through it.

"They probably won't come after me." He Qingyang said suddenly, he broke away from Jiang Sizhen's hand holding him slightly, and he emphasized again, "And I can walk by myself, I don't need you to take me away."

I am not a child anymore.

Jiang Sizhen smiled lowly, his hot breath sprayed on He Qingyang's earlobe, and He Qingyang wanted to turn his head away uncomfortably.

But Jiang Sizhen stopped him, and he used his height advantage to put his peaked cap on He Qingyang's head.

The voice was loose and a little teasing.

"Don't press me as a big brother, I won't take this kind of thing." Jiang Sizhen stuffed the cold paste into He Qingyang's hand, and said with a sneer, "You still say it's an adult, a 19-year-old adult That's it?"

"I don't even care about my hand injury, I only care about your bad game—"

When Jiang Sizhen said this, he gritted his teeth a bit: "The body and the game are so important, don't you have any points in your heart?"

He Qingyang stared blankly at the ointment in his hand. The light from outside shone obliquely into the narrow passage. He squinted his eyes and took advantage of the light to look at it. He realized later, "Scald ointment?"

Jiang Sizhen snorted out of his nose, as an admission.

He Qingyang's fingers unconsciously curled up, tightening the burn ointment in his hand, "How did you see that?"

He has been very careful to cover up his burns, and he doesn't understand how Jiang Sizhen found out.

Obviously, this small piece of skin is not different from other normal skin except that it is redder and densely packed with small blisters.

"Is it worth watching?" Jiang Sizhen frowned, "I guessed it right away."

He Qingyang still wanted to ask, Jiang Sizhen interrupted him impatiently, Jiang Sizhen was rarely impatient with him, such a posture really frightened He Qingyang.

"Can you stop talking! Hurry up and go to the hospital. I really don't treat your hand as my own, do I?"

Jiang Sizhen seemed to be more impatient than him.

He Qingyang didn't say much anymore, he properly lowered the brim of his hat to cover most of his face, and was about to walk out along this passage.

The passage was very narrow and short, and they walked briskly for five or six minutes before they could vaguely see the colorful neon lights outside.

"Wait—" When He Qingyang was about to go out, Jiang Sizhen hurriedly stopped him.

"Your clothes are too conspicuous." Jiang Sizhen pointed to the black and red RY uniform on his body with his eyes, "I'm afraid you are not a living target when you go out..."

Jiang Sizhen bit his lip and thought for a moment, then said, "Shall we change clothes?"

"what?"

Jiang Sizhen nodded affirmatively: "I run faster than you, I will run in this team uniform later, and I will get rid of them!"

He could see He Qingyang's hesitation, and said with relief: "Believe me, I'm the wild king, isn't the wild king's anti-gank basic cao?"

"At that time, I'll go to the second city doctor and wait for you—"

Without waiting for him to refuse, Jiang Sizhen began to take off his denim jacket and woolen lining, and the young man's body was growing like a splinter.

He took off the woolen lining, and his naked white body appeared in front of He Qingyang's eyes.

No one is more familiar with the ketone body in front of him than He Qingyang.Jiang Sizhen's body is soft and tough, his skin is like fine white jade that has not been polished completely, it is warm and cool in the hands, but there are always some rough edges.

But on this body, an inch-long black tattoo attracted He Qingyang's attention.

The lights were turned off that night, and the tattoo on Jiang Sizhen's arm was vaguely visible, but now, he can clearly see every tendon and this tattoo pattern on Jiang Sizhen's arm.

"What... are you tattooed?" He Qingyang asked only to realize that his voice was a little hoarse. The inch-long tattoo looked a bit like an old scar to him now.

"No tattoo, just a popular pattern." Jiang Sizhen prevaricated vaguely, and then urged him, "Hurry up and take off your clothes!"

He Qingyang narrowed his eyes sharply, and Jiang Sizhen was changing the subject.

This is the second time. Jiang Sizhen took an evasive answer to the question of tattoos.

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