[E-sports] On the road is not a two-way road!
Chapter 48 Fu Haidong's 'Good Friend'
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Jiang Sizhen is slightly taller than He Qingyang, and the RY team uniform is a little shorter on him, revealing his thin waist.
"Aren't you cold?" He Qingyang, wearing Jiang Sizhen's coat, squeezed the cold burn ointment on the back of his hand and spread it evenly. He moved gently, and lowered his eyes to look at his distorted and ugly skin.
Jiang Si in his memory was really afraid of the cold.
"Fortunately," Jiang Sizhen stomped his feet and said, "It will be hot after running."
After he finished applying the burn ointment, the two walked out of the passage quickly.
"Split up." Jiang Sizhen approached him and said in a low voice.
Holding He Qingyang's equipment, wearing a mask, with only a pair of eyes exposed, he walked quickly to the side of the street.
"Over there!" The security guard patrolling at the gate saw a familiar black figure from behind, and shouted anxiously.
RY's manager made it clear that He Qingyang must be found, and He Qingyang must explain everything to the audience about this matter.The best situation is to hand over He Qingyang to the responsible team of BOH, and let the professional responsible team investigate this matter.
After all, this matter involved a series of extremely bad behaviors such as cracking down on match-fixing and tripping teammates behind the scenes.
The penetrating light shone on Jiang Sizhen's back.
"Come on!"
He Qingyang glanced at Jiang Sizhen's back in place. The young man was walking quickly towards the backlit side. He seemed to have heard the movement of the security guards chasing after him. He ran slowly and then gradually accelerated, like an agile leopard Running on the prairie.
He Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Sizhen was really fast and should not be caught up.His gaze stayed on Jiang Sizhen's receding back for a moment, and then he left without looking back.
Now is not the time for long-term love.
When he turned his head, the street lights beside the street made his eyes hurt.
……
"When did your hand get hurt?"
He Qingyang sat on the chair in a regular manner, showing the back of his hand to the dermatologist, with obvious tension on his face.
"...I have been injured for about an hour."
"One hour?" The doctor repeated his words, frowning deeply, "Don't you know how serious your hand injury is?"
"I know..." He Qingyang lowered his head and said submissively, "I didn't have time to watch just now—"
The doctor interrupted him, "Look at the skin on the back of your hand, it's all turned black."
He glanced at He Qingyang's hand, and said earnestly, "You should pay more attention to these in the future. For a young man like you, it's not good to have an injured hand, let alone your right hand..."
"Doctor, my hand..." He Qingyang couldn't help asking, his voice was very hoarse, "My hand...is it okay?"
"Your hand?" The doctor snorted softly, "If you really cared for your hand so much, would you come to see a doctor now?"
What the doctor didn't say was that He Qingyang's hand didn't seem to have been treated effectively at all, which seemed to contradict the eager look on his face.
"It's okay, this kind of burn will heal quickly, as long as you follow the doctor's advice every day, there will be no problem."
"Really?" He Qingyang's eyes lit up instantly, "After the injury heals, will it have any effect on the opponent?"
What effect can it have?The doctor was dumbfounded by He Qingyang's question.After thinking about it carefully, he thought he understood the young man's thoughts, "Your hand is injured, it must have affected—"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the back of the young man in front of him tense, and a pair of expectant eyes stared at him closely.
For a moment, he thought that he was not a doctor, but an executioner who was executed at noon, holding the young man's life in his hands.
The doctor was amused by his own thoughts, and he kindly comforted He Qingyang: "Don't worry, it won't have much impact, at most it will leave a scar."
He Qingyang's arched back instantly relaxed: "Will this affect playing games?"
"What?" The doctor didn't hear clearly, he adjusted the glasses that had slid down, and asked in surprise, "What do you think will affect it?"
"Playing games—"
Fearing that the doctor would not know, He Qingyang emphasized, "It's a battle of heroes."
It doesn't matter if he is a battle of heroes or a hero, it turns out that this kid was nervous for a long time because he was afraid that he would not be able to play the game with his hands.
"It's really useless." The doctor shook his head and sighed.
"Did you insist on finishing the game after you injured your hand?"
The doctor is not stupid, he guessed what he thought was the most true answer by using his brain.
He Qingyang didn't speak, his condition was indeed similar to what the doctor guessed.
Not speaking is the default.The doctor couldn't help sighing again.
But he's just a doctor, not the parents of this internet-addicted youth, and he doesn't have the time to meddle in other people's business.
He prescribed the medicine to He Qingyang.
"Take the medicine on time, and remember to come back for a review after a while."
He Qingyang responded, thanked him and was about to leave.
Suddenly the doctor stopped him: "Young man, do you look familiar?"
"Ah?" He Qingyang was stunned.
"I always feel like I've seen you somewhere before." The doctor said, "Your side face gives me a very familiar feeling."
Can you not be familiar with me?He and Jiang Sizhen's mouth-to-mouth photo has been on Weibo's hot search for several hours, and the major marketing accounts are constantly posting, allowing them to fully enjoy the top-notch treatment.
However, this cannot be said.His reputation has never been great, and doctors don't pay much attention to such things, they just think it's normal that they don't recognize him if they are familiar.
He Qingyang laughed: "Maybe you have the wrong person?"
The doctor stared at He Qingyang's side face thoughtfully, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, "Have you been on the trending search?"
He Qingyang froze.
Have you really been recognized?He Qingyang was feeling that something was wrong, but he heard the doctor say again.
"Have you been on the news because of your Internet addiction?"
The corner of He Qingyang's mouth twitched.
"No, you've got the wrong person."
……
He Qingyang took the prescription to prescribe the medicine, and then sat down on the bench at the entrance of the hospital.
The back of the hand that was smeared with the medicine was not as hot and hot as before, but it felt warm and comfortable.
The most worrying thing came to an end, and He Qingyang finally let go of the heavy stone in his heart.
But he didn't dare to relax, Jiang Sizhen hadn't come to him yet.
He stretched his neck and looked forward, hoping to see the familiar figure at the door.
"Hi," someone walked around his back and patted his shoulder heavily, "Isn't this He Qingyang?"
This person's voice was as pleasant as the music of a piano, but it made He Qingyang's whole body fall into an ice cave.
"Fu Haidong..." He muttered to himself, "How did you find me?"
The people he wanted to see were not seen, but the people he didn't want to see swarmed towards him.
"I'm not welcome?" Fu Haidong blinked aggrievedly, but the corners of his mouth were raised up happily, "Are you asking me how I found you?"
"Of course your 'good friend' Jiang Sizhen told me."
Jiang Sizhen is slightly taller than He Qingyang, and the RY team uniform is a little shorter on him, revealing his thin waist.
"Aren't you cold?" He Qingyang, wearing Jiang Sizhen's coat, squeezed the cold burn ointment on the back of his hand and spread it evenly. He moved gently, and lowered his eyes to look at his distorted and ugly skin.
Jiang Si in his memory was really afraid of the cold.
"Fortunately," Jiang Sizhen stomped his feet and said, "It will be hot after running."
After he finished applying the burn ointment, the two walked out of the passage quickly.
"Split up." Jiang Sizhen approached him and said in a low voice.
Holding He Qingyang's equipment, wearing a mask, with only a pair of eyes exposed, he walked quickly to the side of the street.
"Over there!" The security guard patrolling at the gate saw a familiar black figure from behind, and shouted anxiously.
RY's manager made it clear that He Qingyang must be found, and He Qingyang must explain everything to the audience about this matter.The best situation is to hand over He Qingyang to the responsible team of BOH, and let the professional responsible team investigate this matter.
After all, this matter involved a series of extremely bad behaviors such as cracking down on match-fixing and tripping teammates behind the scenes.
The penetrating light shone on Jiang Sizhen's back.
"Come on!"
He Qingyang glanced at Jiang Sizhen's back in place. The young man was walking quickly towards the backlit side. He seemed to have heard the movement of the security guards chasing after him. He ran slowly and then gradually accelerated, like an agile leopard Running on the prairie.
He Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Sizhen was really fast and should not be caught up.His gaze stayed on Jiang Sizhen's receding back for a moment, and then he left without looking back.
Now is not the time for long-term love.
When he turned his head, the street lights beside the street made his eyes hurt.
……
"When did your hand get hurt?"
He Qingyang sat on the chair in a regular manner, showing the back of his hand to the dermatologist, with obvious tension on his face.
"...I have been injured for about an hour."
"One hour?" The doctor repeated his words, frowning deeply, "Don't you know how serious your hand injury is?"
"I know..." He Qingyang lowered his head and said submissively, "I didn't have time to watch just now—"
The doctor interrupted him, "Look at the skin on the back of your hand, it's all turned black."
He glanced at He Qingyang's hand, and said earnestly, "You should pay more attention to these in the future. For a young man like you, it's not good to have an injured hand, let alone your right hand..."
"Doctor, my hand..." He Qingyang couldn't help asking, his voice was very hoarse, "My hand...is it okay?"
"Your hand?" The doctor snorted softly, "If you really cared for your hand so much, would you come to see a doctor now?"
What the doctor didn't say was that He Qingyang's hand didn't seem to have been treated effectively at all, which seemed to contradict the eager look on his face.
"It's okay, this kind of burn will heal quickly, as long as you follow the doctor's advice every day, there will be no problem."
"Really?" He Qingyang's eyes lit up instantly, "After the injury heals, will it have any effect on the opponent?"
What effect can it have?The doctor was dumbfounded by He Qingyang's question.After thinking about it carefully, he thought he understood the young man's thoughts, "Your hand is injured, it must have affected—"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the back of the young man in front of him tense, and a pair of expectant eyes stared at him closely.
For a moment, he thought that he was not a doctor, but an executioner who was executed at noon, holding the young man's life in his hands.
The doctor was amused by his own thoughts, and he kindly comforted He Qingyang: "Don't worry, it won't have much impact, at most it will leave a scar."
He Qingyang's arched back instantly relaxed: "Will this affect playing games?"
"What?" The doctor didn't hear clearly, he adjusted the glasses that had slid down, and asked in surprise, "What do you think will affect it?"
"Playing games—"
Fearing that the doctor would not know, He Qingyang emphasized, "It's a battle of heroes."
It doesn't matter if he is a battle of heroes or a hero, it turns out that this kid was nervous for a long time because he was afraid that he would not be able to play the game with his hands.
"It's really useless." The doctor shook his head and sighed.
"Did you insist on finishing the game after you injured your hand?"
The doctor is not stupid, he guessed what he thought was the most true answer by using his brain.
He Qingyang didn't speak, his condition was indeed similar to what the doctor guessed.
Not speaking is the default.The doctor couldn't help sighing again.
But he's just a doctor, not the parents of this internet-addicted youth, and he doesn't have the time to meddle in other people's business.
He prescribed the medicine to He Qingyang.
"Take the medicine on time, and remember to come back for a review after a while."
He Qingyang responded, thanked him and was about to leave.
Suddenly the doctor stopped him: "Young man, do you look familiar?"
"Ah?" He Qingyang was stunned.
"I always feel like I've seen you somewhere before." The doctor said, "Your side face gives me a very familiar feeling."
Can you not be familiar with me?He and Jiang Sizhen's mouth-to-mouth photo has been on Weibo's hot search for several hours, and the major marketing accounts are constantly posting, allowing them to fully enjoy the top-notch treatment.
However, this cannot be said.His reputation has never been great, and doctors don't pay much attention to such things, they just think it's normal that they don't recognize him if they are familiar.
He Qingyang laughed: "Maybe you have the wrong person?"
The doctor stared at He Qingyang's side face thoughtfully, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, "Have you been on the trending search?"
He Qingyang froze.
Have you really been recognized?He Qingyang was feeling that something was wrong, but he heard the doctor say again.
"Have you been on the news because of your Internet addiction?"
The corner of He Qingyang's mouth twitched.
"No, you've got the wrong person."
……
He Qingyang took the prescription to prescribe the medicine, and then sat down on the bench at the entrance of the hospital.
The back of the hand that was smeared with the medicine was not as hot and hot as before, but it felt warm and comfortable.
The most worrying thing came to an end, and He Qingyang finally let go of the heavy stone in his heart.
But he didn't dare to relax, Jiang Sizhen hadn't come to him yet.
He stretched his neck and looked forward, hoping to see the familiar figure at the door.
"Hi," someone walked around his back and patted his shoulder heavily, "Isn't this He Qingyang?"
This person's voice was as pleasant as the music of a piano, but it made He Qingyang's whole body fall into an ice cave.
"Fu Haidong..." He muttered to himself, "How did you find me?"
The people he wanted to see were not seen, but the people he didn't want to see swarmed towards him.
"I'm not welcome?" Fu Haidong blinked aggrievedly, but the corners of his mouth were raised up happily, "Are you asking me how I found you?"
"Of course your 'good friend' Jiang Sizhen told me."
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