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

Chapter 55 Internet Addiction Rehabilitation Center

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"He's here?" Jiang Sizhen's body was tense, and his voice trembled imperceptibly.

"Well, so you must not go there now." Jiang Xuan stroked his bald head and told him solemnly.

"Xuanxuan, go and wash some apples for Uncle Song!" The woman in the room with a cigarette in her mouth suddenly shouted.

"Here we come!" Jiang Xuan answered loudly, bent over to throw away the garbage, and then ran to the garage with a pair of old sneakers, the soles of which stepped on the snow, making a "slapping" sound.

Jiang Sizhen turned around and whispered to He Qingyang: "Shall we go?"

He Qingyang hesitated, he didn't know what Jiang Sizhen was afraid of, let alone who the "that person" he was afraid of was.

Jiang Sizhen still had something to hide from him, and this knowledge made him feel slightly and awkwardly uncomfortable.

He didn't know that this feeling was called "jealousy".

"Who is he?" After holding back and holding back, He Qingyang still couldn't hold back, and asked subconsciously.

Jiang Sizhen's footsteps stopped, and his whole body was trembling slightly, from the tip of his hair to the tip of his toes, shaking continuously.

He Qingyang realized that he had asked the wrong question, and felt a little regretful, so he went to shake Jiang Sizhen's hand.

Jiang Sizhen put his hands in the sleeves of his denim jacket, it was cold and frighteningly cold.

"I was rude," He Qingyang wrapped Jiang Sizhen's hands in his arms. His body temperature was too hot, just enough to warm him up, but Jiang Sizhen's hands were really like ice cubes, cold and hard, and He Qingyang also hit him. shivering, "I'm sorry."

His teeth chattered up and down, and his voice was soft.

"It's none of your business," Jiang Sizhen shook his head and pulled his hand out. The corners of his eyes were a little red, but his pupils were dark and dark, like a bright moon covered by dark clouds, revealing some rare fragility. "let's go."

Jiang Sizhen's voice was almost only a weak breath, and he seemed to be very afraid of the man who smoked in the toilet of his house.

In He Qingyang's mind, a series of Mary Su scripts of "robbing and looting" flashed through his mind, in which the faces of the heroines who were raped and looted gradually overlapped with those of Jiang Sizhen, and He Qing couldn't help but slapped him again. Shivering, this time it was cold hearted.

How do you think this is impossible?

He Qingyang comforted himself in his heart.

Just when they were about to turn a corner, a mocking voice came from behind.

"Jiang Sizhen? Why don't you go in and have a look when you come back?"

"We miss you so much!"

Jiang Sizhen paused, he turned around slowly, his eyes were numb, like a marionette without thinking.

He Qingyang also saw that person, the person Jiang Sizhen was very afraid of.

He was leaning against the door of the garage, holding a cigarette butt that was about to burn out in his slender fingers. With a slight shake of his fingers, ash fell down his fingertips.

"Why? Didn't you say hello to the teacher?"

This "teacher" looks very young, with a face that can be said to be very handsome, and there is a small scar on his thin double eyelids. This scar not only did not destroy his beauty, but gave him a bit of a beast-like appearance. fierce.

In this gray world, only this "teacher" seems to have a white skin that shines.

He Qingyang found that Jiang Sizhen's body was trembling even more. He almost seemed to be driven by something, and walked towards the man involuntarily.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Teacher Song."

Trembling, Jiang Sizhen walked in front of Song Chunan, with his head lowered, his hands behind his back, and his legs spread apart, in a typical prisoner posture.

"I heard you're doing well." Song Chunan patted Jiang Sizhen's shoulder, showing a gentle smile, his porcelain white teeth gleamed coldly, like a warning from a ferocious beast to its prey.

"What did I tell you back then?" Song Chunan suddenly looked up at He Qingyang, and smiled meaningfully. He pressed the cigarette butt on the back of Jiang Sizhen's hand and snuffed it out. Jiang Sizhen twitched in pain, but stood there obediently, like a statue.

Song Chunan casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped on it carelessly with the sole of his shoe.

"Would you like to introduce me? Your new friend?"

Jiang Sizhen pursed his lips a few times, but did not say a word.

"Ok?"

"I haven't seen you for a few years, wildness is good." Song Chunan's voice was drawn out, and his tone was still soft, but anyone could see that there was dark anger in his smiling eyes.

"196, introduce your new friend."

What is 196?He Qingyang could no longer listen.

He rushed in front of Song Chunan, pulled Jiang Sizhen behind him, stared at Song Chunan, and cursed.

"Crazy, are you?!"

Then he held up Jiang Sizhen's right hand, and there was a small black scar on the back of his white hand, which made him feel a little distressed.

Fortunately, he had injured his hand last time, so he was wearing scald ointment next to his body. He hurriedly squeezed the scald ointment onto the back of Jiang Sizhen's hand, and while applying it gently, he taught him angrily.

He Qingyang: "Don't you know how to hide? How can you be so stupid when you're such a big man?!"

Song Chunan sneered: "He dares!"

"Shut up!" He Qingyang said angrily, "I want to hear your explanation."

His gaze was fixed on Jiang Sizhen, hoping that he would give him a reasonable explanation.

Jiang Sizhen avoided his gaze and spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and difficult: "He is the teacher of my Internet Addiction Rehabilitation Center."

Internet Addiction Rehabilitation Center?What kind of organization is this?He Qingyang subconsciously thought of Yang Yongxin, and he remembered that Jiang Sizhen had joked about it.

"...I didn't graduate from junior high school, and he wanted to gamble, so he sent me to an Internet addiction rehabilitation center."

"The Internet Addiction Rehabilitation Center doesn't charge money if it doesn't work." Jiang Si's voice was very low, and he said slowly, "After I came out, they didn't quit my Internet addiction, so I went to play professionally—"

There was an inexplicable light in Jiang Sizhen's eyes.

"I'm really eager to stand on the stage..."

He looked at his hands: "I don't have a high degree of education. The only thing I'm good at is playing games. When I was young, I picked up trash and went to Internet cafes to play games. Uncle Wang was very kind to me. He always charged me less money, and even gave me a bottle during the holidays." Nutrition Express……"

Having said that, he couldn't help but suck his nose.

"I am very talented in playing games. In the second year of junior high school, I was the king of passers-by with high scores. A team informed me to try out. I wanted to go, but he sent him to the Internet Addiction Rehabilitation Center..."

Jiang Sizhen was a little dazed, he fell into his own memories, two lines of clear tears suddenly flowed down the cheeks of this baby-faced boy.

"I'm so sorry," he said, "I don't really want you to know these things."

But since you want to hear me, I will tell you everything you want to know.

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#Memories

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