you turned on the love game

After dessert, you all go back to Sky Arena together.

Qi Ya has a game in the afternoon, and the opponent is a player he has lost before. You don't hesitate to make time to watch his game.

Although you know that Qi Ya has improved a lot, you don't know the actual situation. The competition just now was just a small fight between you.

The scene I saw with my own eyes was more intuitive than I imagined.

The immature boy was not afraid of the opponent's violent attack, his calm blue pupils were displayed on the big screen, he took the opportunity to seize a very slight loophole, and knocked the opponent to the ground in one fell swoop.

"Hit!"

"Down!"

After scoring two points first, the expression on Qi Ya's face became more confident, and he walked around the opponent's body quite flexibly.Even if the attack is blocked, don't be in a hurry, but retreat quickly without giving the opponent a chance to counterattack.

After half an hour.

Qi Ya won with a score advantage of ten to six.

The auditorium erupted into enthusiastic cheers. The silver-haired boy raised his face slightly proudly, put his hands in his pockets, and cast his gaze towards your position. You couldn't help but waved at him.

You get up and leave the auditorium and go to the waiting room where the players compete.

Holding a bottle of special energy-replenishing drink in your hand, when Qi Ya comes out, you stick the body of the bottle to his face and praise him with a smile: "It's amazing..."

Qi Ya unscrewed the cap of the bottle and started to drink it. After finishing half of the bottle, he was free to breathe fresh air. He still didn't forget to complain to you: "Why not a chocolate drink?"

Hearing this, you raised your eyebrows slightly.

In the past, you also handed him energy drinks, but he didn't make such complaints at that time, and he accepted it naturally.

Since you will complain now, it means...

"The chocolate drink you've been drinking after games for over a month?"

Qi Ya froze: "..."

Then he slowly turned his head to meet your gaze, blinked his two big cat-like blue eyes, and smiled guiltyly, pushing you forward with both hands.

"Go, go, I'm so hungry now!"

You grabbed his hand dumbfoundingly: "Don't push me, drink it if you like it so much--do you brush your teeth properly every day?"

The boy stuck his head out from behind you in dissatisfaction: "Of course!"

He rushed to your side, drank up the rest of the drink in the bottle, and then threw the empty bottle into the trash can with precision, "There's no doubt about it!"

You looked sideways at him helplessly, then raised your hand to stroke his soft hair: "It's not suspicion, you only asked because you cared about Qi Ya."

The little boy raised his face, bright lights fell into his eyes, staring at you like clear gems.A few seconds later, the hands hanging by the side were lifted up and placed behind the head, slowly turning his head.

"Oh, okay."

You take the elevator to the lobby on the first floor of the Sky Arena.

It was found that it was raining outside.

It hadn’t rained when you came back to the game, but now the sky outside is full of dark clouds, cold drizzle is falling, and the eaves outside the hall are also dripping with water.

The ground was full of puddles of water. Pedestrians hurriedly stepped through small puddles, and the accumulated water splashed onto the trouser legs, leaving a pool of wet marks.

Qi Ya stood by the gate, pressed his hand on the door frame, looked up at the gray sky, his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and his clear sapphire eyes were also sunken a little, he didn't know what he was thinking.

You asked the staff to borrow an umbrella, and when you turned around, you saw the boy standing at the door staring at the sky in a daze, walked over, opened the umbrella with a swipe, and asked suspiciously, "What are you looking at?"

As if he just came back to his senses, he froze for a moment, then turned to look at you.

Then he hesitated and shook his head: "Nothing..."

Perhaps because of the rain, there were a lot fewer pedestrians on the street.But there are many more people indoors than the previous two days, and the restaurants you frequent are all full, so you have to go further afield.

Before you know it, you walk to that restaurant from a month ago.

Qi Ya followed you, and when he saw the familiar restaurant, his footsteps stopped suddenly, his fingers curled up, and his pupils dilated slightly.

You didn't notice his reaction: "There's no one in there."

I specially raised the umbrella a little so that I could see the scene in the restaurant, "Obviously there used to be a lot of people, so you need to make a reservation a little bit in advance."

The boy stared down at the wet ground: "Hmm..."

His eyelids were half closed, and he could only catch a glimpse of the regular and neat lines on the edge of the floor tiles from his narrow field of vision. "Few people come here again."

"Ah, could it be because of that explosion..."

Qi Ya's attention gradually focused on the ground.

Not only your voice, but even the sound of rain that lingered in his ears quietly disappeared at this moment, and his world became silent.

Raindrops fell from the air onto the bricks and splashed away.

Small water splashes are scattered between the lines of the bricks and slowly melted in. The originally straight lines seemed to be distorted by invisible forces, stretching crookedly along the road, and then extending...

"Qiu?"

Your magnified face suddenly appeared in his sight, blocking those strangely slanted lines, and asked worriedly, "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

Qi Ya took a breath, and the expression in his eyes gradually returned to normal. He stared at you blankly at first, then raised his arm to grab your clothes, sunk in his fingertips slightly, and then slowly shook his head at you.

"No……"

After a pause, he repeated again: "I'm fine..."

With a smile on his immature face, he shook his head and dragged you to the restaurant, "Let's go in quickly, I'm so hungry now!"

You looked at Qi Ya, and suddenly bent down to hold his hand.

The child's palm shrank back subconsciously, as if wanting to avoid it, but hesitated a little, and you squeezed it tightly.

Qi Ya's palm was icy cold, even a little cold sweat.

Since you don't want to say it, you don't intend to force him, just lead him into the restaurant, put away the umbrella with one hand, and show a gentle smile on your face: "I'll pay the bill tonight."

You didn't deposit any prize money you won because you wanted it in your own bank account, not in someone else's account.

Now there are more than 80 Buddhist monks in that account.

It is left over after purchasing the airship ticket.

But opening an account requires personal identification, and it will take a while to get it. This leads to a lot of cash on you, and it is better to spend it as soon as possible if you pile it up in your room.

As for the rest of the nuns in that account...

More on that later.

You chose a corner location by the window, and Qi Ya lay on the table with his chin resting on his arm, looking up at the dark clouds in the sky outside the window, his mood gradually calmed down.

You were flipping through the menu when you suddenly heard him speak.

"I don't like this weather."

The little boy pressed his face into his arms, and his voice sounded a little sullen and unhappy, "It reminds me of the day you were taken away."

You froze for a moment, then looked at him softly: "It's okay..."

Randomly selected some signature dishes, you closed the menu, patted the boy on the shoulder lightly, and comforted, "I'm here now."

Hearing this, Qi Ya turned his head, his side face was still pressed against his arms, and the pure white hair poured down from the top of his head with his movements, and fell on his immature face, shining brilliantly under the light.

He looked at you with clean and clear eyes: "Lucia..."

His lips were pursed lightly, and there was a trace of indiscernible confusion in his voice, "Brother... came to Sky Arena to look for me some time ago."

Your hand on the boy's shoulder suddenly stopped.

Qi Ya didn't pay attention, and slightly closed his eyes, recalling the scene at that time.

It seemed like a week after it happened, he had just left the field after a game.Because he was in a bad mood, he kept his head buried when he was walking, and accidentally bumped into someone.

The depression buried in his heart suddenly emerged, and just as he was about to raise his head impatiently, a familiar voice sounded in front of him.

"Xiao Qi..."

His hands and feet were suddenly icy cold, and his face was pale.

Yi Ermi was standing in front of him, that face he was extremely familiar with had a pair of dark and lifeless eyes, and she was looking at him quietly at the moment, without the slightest fluctuating voice.

"I watched your game. A lot of progress, very good."

After speaking, Yi Ermi turned around and planned to leave here.

Qi Ya stared at the back of the other party in a daze, widened his eyes suddenly, staggered a bit, then ran after him: "Brother!"

"Lucia...how is she now!"

The tall figure in front of him stopped: "..."

The smooth long hair fluttered as the opponent turned around, drawing an arc in the air, revealing a pair of black cat eyes between the gaps.

Cold, like an emotionless machine.

Yi Ermi said: "Ah, she is already dead."

When he heard this, his mind went blank for a moment.

Suddenly remembering that my friend was in a different situation from ordinary people, my senses came back a little, and I still subconsciously asked, "Why did you die?"

Yi Erfan stared at his face and said, "It's because of the power of thought."

Qiya didn't notice Yiermi's scrutiny of him, but he just clenched his fists hard, hating his own weakness, and worrying about his friend's current situation at the same time, he gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

At this time, Yi Ermi suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Xiao Qi is not sad at all."

The young man with dark long hair bent down and stared fixedly at his talented younger brother. A shadow appeared before his eyes, and his dark eyes slowly opened wide.

"You reacted very similarly to that red-haired man, why?"

For a moment, Qi Ya froze in place.

Then he took a step back in a panic, and regretted that he was too obvious in the next second. The eldest brother might find out that something was wrong through his reaction!

His pupils trembled, trying to remedy: "What, what reaction?"

Cold sweat was already oozing from his back, and when the wind blew, he felt an indescribably cold feeling. Fear gradually seeped from the bottom of his heart, and he was firmly suppressed again.

And the man standing in front of him took a step closer to him, his eyes were deep, like a ghost coming out of the chaotic darkness.

But surprisingly, Il fans did nothing.

He just stared at him with those black eyes that looked like inorganic glass beads, even the lights in the corridor couldn't illuminate them, and then slowly pulled a warm smile from the corners of his lips.

"I see."

Then, Yiermi turned around and left here.

……

After Qiya said this to you, he clenched his hands on the table into fists, pursed his lips, sat up straight and said to you: "I had already forgotten about this, but when I saw this weather, I suddenly remembered it." gone."

You still put your left hand on his shoulder, patted it lightly, and then saw the young boy looking at you blankly: "I'm a little worried, has the eldest brother already guessed something..."

Hearing this, you suddenly remembered the conclusion you saw, and then contacted what Qiya said now, and you can almost confirm that Il fans must have guessed something.

But you haven't figured out how to face him.

If, after being attacked by a trusted teenager, you are incredibly tempted to teach him a lesson;

Then after you found out that Barton Ke was a fan of Il, you were angry and planned to treat them completely separately.

But now...

You thought about it seriously, and found that you were neither disbelieving of being betrayed by your peers, nor angry.

That special needle directly restores all your memories.

If it weren't for it, you don't know how long it will take you to recall the memory that has been purged, maybe it's a period of time, maybe it's forever.

Strictly speaking, you should also thank him for the help of the chanting needle.

But you don't intend to do it at all.

Your right hand rests on the dining table, your face is resting on your palm, some of you are thinking about other things, Qi Ya is still immersed in his own emotions, his small face is tightly wrinkled: "Will something happen again..."

You looked at the boy and patted his head gently: "It's okay..."

The kid's serious expression is so cute, you can't help but gently press his face: "Don't worry, I'll be fine, last time I ran away by myself."

Qi Ya's face was pressed into a ball by you, he didn't bother to pull your hand away, and looked at you with wide eyes in surprise: "But, brother said you..."

"Because he inserted a chanting needle into me, that's why the power of thought backfired." You smiled at him, "But now that I've started to be vigilant, I won't let him insert a chanting needle again."

You winked at Qi Ya: "Also, even if I'm not strong enough to beat him now, I can still run away and blend in with the crowd with a different appearance."

The boy's eyes lit up: "Yes, you are a monster now!"

You let go of your hand amusedly, and tapped his forehead: "Keep your voice down, the waiters have all looked over."

However, the young boy who found a solution didn't care about this. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. His eyes were shining, as if all the twinkling stars fell into his eyes: "That's great, Lucia!"

"Don't worry now, do you?"

"Ok!"

You poked his face helplessly, wondering: "You seem to be very afraid of Yier fans, why?"

"..." These words seemed to touch some unknown secret deep in his heart, Qi Ya's expression suddenly froze, and his pupils dilated unconsciously, as if recalling something that frightened him.

The boy looked at you, but it didn't look like he was looking at you: "Brother... He taught me since I was a child, whether it's training or killing people..."

"and……"

Cold sweat gradually oozes from his forehead, "He wants me to be a perfect killer who only enjoys killing people, but I don't want to be like this..."

The young boy's immature shoulders became more and more stiff, and the hands pressed on the table tightly clasped the edge of the table, the edges of the nails were so green that they were almost white, the pair of clear blue pupils gradually became dull, and only murmured .

"So, so..."

You see that something is wrong, so you suddenly interrupt him: "Qi Ya..."

Qi Ya's body trembled suddenly, you gently hugged the shivering boy into your arms, and pressed his shoulder: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't need to say it."

The little boy came back to his senses in a daze.

With your head down, slowly put your forehead on your shoulder, and a very light response escaped from your throat.

"Um……"

You stroked his hair and sighed silently. A few minutes later, Qi Ya's boyish voice sounded slowly: "But before... I went into the room of the elder brother and saw some incredible things."

"Huh? What?" You asked suspiciously.

The boy's head rubbed upwards, and his hair brushed against your neck. You tilted your head slightly, and he leaned close to your ear and whispered, "I always thought that big brother didn't like anything."

"But I didn't expect my eldest brother to have it."

His mood recovered quickly, and he was still depressed just now, but now his voice revealed the excitement of discovering the secret: "I found out that there was actually a five-pointed star made of candy paper on his desktop."

You startled slightly, lowering your eyes to look at Qi Ya.

But all I saw was soft, seaweed-like hair.

The boy continued to say to you: "It was packed in a very ordinary glass jar and placed on his desk, but I didn't see it later, it should be put away by him..."

"..." You blinked your eyes slowly.

Suddenly, the door of the restaurant was pushed open.

The wind chimes hanging on the door frame jingled and swayed.

You cast your gaze there, and in the next second, a dark figure walked in from the outside, carrying cold and moist water vapor.

Click, click, click.

The soles of the shoes stepped on the floor, leaving a string of wet marks.

Qi Ya was still chattering, you patted his arm, the boy raised his head in confusion, and instantly froze on the seat.

"Big, big brother..."

The voice that was smooth just now suddenly stuttered.

The bright restaurant lights cast a dark gray shadow on the visitor.As he moved forward, the steps shortened, lengthened again, and finally piled up under his feet.

You watched him step by step.

park opposite you.

Heiyou's eyes are looking straight at you, there is no expression on that delicate face, not even his usual cold smile, only a calm and waveless voice can be heard.

"Lucia..."