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Eduardo avoided looking at Mark, and kept silent about Mark's question.

He stood up from the ground, clapped his hands, and walked towards the changing room, wanting to take a shower and change clothes.

The inquiries from Elijah and Riley, as well as the shouting and backing from the surrounding fitness coaches and teaching assistants, made his avoidance seem less obvious.

Mark stood there, stunned for a few seconds, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Eduardo stood up and wanted to leave, Mark chased after him.

He clasped Eduardo's shoulders, forced him to look at him, and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Eduardo glanced at him, looked away slightly, avoided his eyes, and sighed softly, "I fell down, and I'm tired now."

"I didn't say that."

"···"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"···"

They talked and walked forward.

Elijah stopped the fitness trainers who wanted to follow and told them to leave, blocked the curious and prying eyes around him, and also stopped Riley who wanted to go over.

"Riley — let them handle it themselves."

Riley, carrying her gym bag, looked at Elijah critically, as if considering what he had said.

"Let them deal with it themselves, we can't live with them forever."

Riley didn't answer him, and turned to catch up with Eduardo.

It was difficult for Elijah to describe his feeling at that moment, frustration and powerlessness enveloped him, as if he was climbing a snow-capped mountain that he could not climb to the top.

Riley ran forward a few steps, handed the bag to Eduardo, and then she ran back.

It was difficult for Ilya to describe the change in his mood at that moment, as if with a 'bang', the snow mountain blossomed, and his eyes were full of floating petals.

Mark and Eduardo went to the locker room, thankfully there was no one there, because Eduardo's accumulated patience and strength to maintain the appearance of peace all leaked the way they came, and now he is only full of anger.

When Mark asked him "what's the matter with you" again and again, he felt that Mark's voice was extremely sharp, twisting and changing in his mind-he felt that Mark was not asking him what was wrong with him, but Blaming him, as Mark used to, blaming him for throwing another tantrum or screwing up again.

He turned to Mark and yelled, "I'm fine, I don't have any problems."

His voice was really not loud, but it was full of irritability, and even he himself was stunned when he heard it.

Mark rushed in front of him, blocked the door, faced him, and said, "See for yourself what you look like now? You don't have any problems?"

Of course, Eduardo himself had a problem. He knew that he had become the last thing he wanted to see again. He hated himself and the situation, and he hated Mark who insisted on telling the story.

Because of this, he had to face himself.

From the day they met at the airport, there have been problems between them, a little bit of recovery, a little bit of intensification, until today, they finally broke out.

Eduardo had foreseen that they would have a big fight, but he didn't expect it to be in such a situation, nor did he expect it to be delayed until so late.

They didn't even enter the locker room, so they quarreled at the door, and both of them endured to the point.

"Then tell me why you want to know what's wrong with me so urgently."

"···"

"Am I that important to you? How have I influenced you?!"

"···"

"Or you finally couldn't help it? Just like before, accuse me of messing up something again?! And then blame me?!"

Mark listened to his questioning—it was more like heckling and swearing—Eduardo said so much that he wanted to interrupt him several times to retort, and the time was fleeting, and when he finally I got a chance to speak, but I didn't know what to say for a while because there were too many things I wanted to say.

This is why he doesn't like Eduardo. His gentleness and consideration are all fake. In reality, he is not gentle, cute, or even kind. He often complains, and he is too controlling. He hardly respects the world. All those important arts and ideas in the world, he worshiped authority and pursued fame and fortune.

He is almost the type of person that Mark hates the most. He is lying, hypocritical, full of lies, and formalistic.

Mark didn't know why Eduardo did things like that. He never lied himself, and he didn't bother to please others, because what really hurt people was not the truth or facts, but lies and absurd judgments.

For what is the use of winning a little false camaraderie and friendliness by doing that?They are not true friends and will never be able to do what true friends do.

When I was at Harvard, almost everyone knew Eduardo and had a good relationship. They often complimented and praised their friendship in public or private, or praised Eduardo to Mark for what a nice person he was, but almost none of them said anything. Didn't know Eduardo or himself, they hadn't even seen their fight.

They seemed to like him so much, but at the time of the lawsuit, they all disappeared, and no one could help him a little.

"I want to know what's wrong with you, is it difficult to understand? You go to a convenience store and see the clerk's face look bad and you think 'what's wrong with him', not to mention we have to work together, we have a PR case it's here."

"···"

"And when did I blame you?!! When did I blame you?!!"

"The thing about going to New York, the advertising thing, and the treatment of Sean, everything is my fault."

"The thing about going to New York is you say you need an internship. Is there anything wrong with me letting you do what you want?"

"But then you put sean on the team to replace me. Is that to make me do what I want? It's to kick me out of the team."

"I've said it many times, just because we just met Sean, and it's true that no one on the team knows how to solicit sponsorships. I just asked his opinion."

"But things only look at the essence, not the process. Whether you just met Sean, or you specially invited Sean to join, he has replaced me for a long time."

"Then what do you want me to do?!! Do nothing and wait until you have time, and finally remember your responsibilities in the feasting and drinking in New York?!"

"Do you fucking know what my life is like in New York?!!"

"—"

"At least I did what I could - don't you think you did something wrong?"

"But you don't do enough, no matter how hard you work and what you endure."

"···"

Eduardo Chen paused for a while, then became hoarse, and asked him: "Then if Dustin is not qualified for the position of CTO, will you find someone behind him to replace him?"

"—Dustin will not be incompetent."

"Do you think my point is this?"

"I'll find someone to replace him."

"Will you find someone to replace him behind his back?"

"···"

"I took this hesitation as a 'no'."

"···"

"Will you replace Chris with someone behind your back?"

"···"

"I took this hesitation as a 'no.'"

"...I'll talk to them."

"Have you talked to me?"

"I can't even get through to your phone number. The first internship was Morgan's Wall Street elite," Mark laughed mockingly, "Do you know how many times I called you and couldn't get through?"

"Then have you ever thought about who would pay the bills for your swimming pool and your beer if this wasn't the case? Mark, I support you, your cubs, and your good friend Sean Parker."

"Since you always want to point fingers at me as an investor and point fingers at everything, don't pretend to be pitiful every time and accuse me of using tricks to deal with you. How can there be such a good thing in this world? If you want to invest Human authority, you want to control everything, you want shares, you want money, you want the status of a friend, you want me to never do anything to you, you want the pure friendship of a fairy tale."

"Have you ever thought that the reason why I want both is because I have done what both positions should do, who will handle your campus inquiries, who will get your mailbox, and who will listen to you every day. Speech, who gave you the long leave you applied for in the department—chris and Dustin, who has done more than me, why didn't you see you go to them?!!"

"Because they never asked for a share."

"Mark, you can't be like this. Things don't look at the appearance, just look at the substance. I don't care if they ask for it or not. I just know that I have done a lot more than them, but you never trusted me. In the end you diluted My share, but I keep everyone else's. Where is there such a good thing in this world? Investors want it too. They want money, they want support, and they want the status of a friend. They want me unconditionally. I gamble with you with comprehensive income, and want me to take care of everything for you—”

"——When did you take care of everything for me?!! The team's logistics and conversations are all done by Chris, the money and investors are all done by Sean, and the endless patches are all done by Dustin ?!!! I don't want you showing up in my bedroom in the middle of the night, and I don't want you dragging me to the bar every time, and I don't want to have those messy social interactions, you always say it's a must, but I tell you , The truth is, you are famous! Rich! Those people will flock to you! They have no brains and no heart! What good does it do you to know such a person?!! Are you so happy to lie to yourself?!! Can you Don't try to do a bunch of shit every time you think it's 'for me', I don't need it, I just-"

I just need you to stay here, is this so incomprehensible? ! !

He kept his words in his mouth and was punched back by Eduardo.

When Mark speaks, he has the effect that no one can get in his mouth. He is usually in the office, and no one dares to refute him. He is used to speaking, and he did not notice that Eduardo stood still from the first sentence he spoke. Clenching his fists, he endured irritably.

Eduardo didn't hit hard, and maintained the minimum rationality. He avoided Mark's fragile stomach and stomach, and just punched the chin.

Mark was still talking, but was hit by him suddenly. When he dodged, he bit his tongue unexpectedly. He bowed his waist and slowed down for a while. Just as he was about to speak, he was punched several times by Eduardo, and he was also beaten up. , wrapped around Eduardo's wrist, and wrestled with him.

The wall and floor of the locker room were hammered by the two of them. Eduardo has been practicing since he was a child, and he can punch with both hands. During the fight, he often used his right hand to block Mark’s fist, and then his left hand Take the opportunity to beat up Mark several times.Mark fought him, except that he was stronger and practiced a little free kick counterattack when he was in the gym. In fact, he couldn't take advantage of it.

The two of them fought for a while, except that Eduardo punched Mark in the jaw at the beginning, and Mark gave him a punch back, the two of them tacitly did not hit each other in the face, so at the end , Mark felt that his stomach and a large traction muscle were so painful that they were almost numb.

Mark clasped Eduardo's hand tightly to prevent him from violently hammering himself to death. Eduardo guarded Mark's legs. They were lying on the ground gasping for breath. Fighting and anger consumed energy and oxygen.

They rested for a while and felt much better.

Eduardo patted Mark's waist angrily, and said angrily, "Go down."

Mark stood up and tidied up his clothes. Fortunately, both of them were wearing sportswear just now. After he stood up, he pulled Eduardo up from the ground and said, "What are we arguing about? There is no logic at all. The text is wrong."

"I talk about logic every day, as if I have logic."

"Aren't you still talking about professional training all day long, as if your major is professional training?"

"Seriously, did you really not get your head pushed into the toilet when you were in middle school?"

"I think you'd know what it's like to be a good student if you weren't too busy doing The History of the Garter."

"The kind that dropped out of Harvard?"

"In short, it's not the kind of graduation postponement."

"—"

Edward paused for a while, raised his fist, looked at him sincerely and said, "Are you still fighting?"

Mark wiped the sweat from his head and went outside to find Elijah, while Eduardo stayed in the locker room to take a shower and change clothes.

As Mark walked, he said casually, "I don't remember you being so mean before."

"So you see what happened to me before."

Eduardo's voice came from afar from the locker room.

Elijah was standing not far outside, holding his mobile phone, looking around with sorrow and complaint, separating the two big brothers into a vacuum area with no one there.

Mark saw him as soon as he turned a corner, and he took a few quick steps towards him, when he suddenly heard a loud noise from the dressing room behind him, he turned around and ran towards Eduardo again.

At the beginning, he thought that Eduardo was still angry, and when he was alone, he kicked something to vent his anger, and he didn't realize it was wrong until he entered the locker room.

A spider web-shaped crack appeared on the entire front mirror in the dressing room, which looked like someone punched it out with a fist.

Mark originally thought that Eduardo had hammered the mirror, but he was still thinking, why is Eduardo so irritable today, and when he saw Eduardo, he felt very abnormal.

Eduardo stood where he was, his body trembling slightly, his brows were frowning, and his eyes were full of bewilderment.

Mark stood in front of him, made him look at him, his eyes were out of focus, and Mark asked him, "wardo, oh, my God, what's going on?"

Eduardo glanced at Mark blankly, but still didn't respond, he looked like he was frightened.

"what happened?"

As Mark asked him, he held up his hand to see how it was.

Mark asked him what was wrong several times before he listened and only replied: "I don't know—"

He was shaking all over, and he didn't have any consciousness yet.

Mark held him in his arms, patted his shoulder lightly, reassured him, wanted him to relax.

"Oh, man, wardo—it's ok, it's ok, it's ok—"

Eduardo is a little better, and he's not shaking anymore.

When Mark took his hand and checked his two hands, he found that his left hand was bleeding continuously, not the back of the hand, but from the palm, and then Mark realized that his left hand had clenched a piece at some point Broken glass hanging from the mirror.

Mark exclaimed, shook off his hand that was stained with Eduardo's blood, and wanted to break his hand to take off the glass shards.

Mark broke his hand for a while before Eduardo realized that he was holding a piece of glass in his hand. He let out a cry of surprise and shook the glass away.

He seemed to come back to his senses at this time, thinking about why he did this.

Mark asked him what happened and why he took the glass.

Eduardo tried to answer him calmly, but his ending was still trembling, and he didn't even realize that he was speaking Spanish as soon as he opened his mouth.

Later, Elijah and Riley also came in, and they were surprised when they saw it. After Mark explained the reason, Elijah made some arrangements, and they rushed to the hospital.