shock! The villain once again turned the male protagonist into a yandere and criticized him like cra

[Long time no see, why has the anchor become ugly? 】

[Hey, is this a plastic surgery failure? Why has it changed so much all at once? He looks fierce now, completely different from the little brother Sunshine before.]

[The host’s face made me scared when I saw it, so I ran away]

……

Zhou Mo looked at the taunts and comments one after another, and his reaction could be described as dumbfounded.

How can it be? Who sent this to hack him? Is it Zhou Ze?

He became ugly...? How is this possible? !

Zhou Mo never thought that one day he would see negative comments attacking his appearance. He had always been the school idol in Linan, and there were never a few suitors who chased him, admired him, and wrote love letters to him. Therefore, he I am extremely confident in my appearance.

But now, someone would actually attack him on his appearance?

Zhou Mo was still convinced at first that someone must be hacking him, but as more and more critical remarks about him appeared, Zhou Mo's already fragile psychological defense line gradually burst.

Ignoring that he was still live broadcasting, he stood up, left the camera, and rushed to the bathroom mirror.

He stared at himself in the mirror carefully, his eyes widening.

Then he collapsed and realized why he was so haggard. No, this is not right!

Zhou Mo would not know that he was originally the center of the world and the son of fate in this book, so no matter what he did in the past, he would always be the most eye-catching one among the crowd.

But now it is obvious that he has been going downhill, and it is just that there are many things that are not going well for him. The hostility around him is getting stronger day by day, and these changes are reflected in his appearance.

The wrinkles on his face increased, the nasolabial folds deepened, the dark circles under his eyes became thicker, and his lips became chapped... These changes were so small that no one could notice them, and they formed his "ugliness" bit by bit.

Zhou Mo raised his hand in disbelief, wanting to touch it, but in fear he touched the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror - his own face. He couldn't accept it, and finally punched the mirror.

There were several bloody wounds on the back of his hand. When the servant saw it, he panicked and bandaged Zhoumo. Then Zhoumo returned to the live broadcast interface with a gloomy face.

He originally wanted to shut down his phone and never face this miserable self again, but he suddenly discovered that fifteen minutes ago, a user had rewarded him with nearly one million in gifts.

Zhou Mo was shocked, and the previous gloom was gone. He quickly turned off the live broadcast and went to the backstage to check the withdrawal.

He was able to raise nearly 800,000 yuan!

What kind of powerful boss is this? ! The shot was so generous. Zhou Mo was overjoyed. He didn't expect that his serious problem would be solved in this way. Sure enough, God still favored him!

However, Zhou Mo soon saw that the Shenhao boss who rewarded him so much sent him a private message: [Can I get to know him? 】

Judging from the IP, they are still in the same city.

Zhou Mo thought for a while and replied: [Sure [smiley face]]

…Meanwhile, abroad.

Zhouze and the others won another game without any suspense, and seemed to have received everyone's admiration and top-level official treatment.

Zhouze also gradually adapted to his food and work schedule. He became full of energy again, talking, laughing and bragging with everyone in Wick.

At night, in the dead of night, everyone returned to their rooms, including him and Tan Chu.

This period of time was neither long nor short. In order to take care of Zhouze's body and spirit, Tan Chu endured it and did not touch him.

This is really unbearable for a normal man.

Especially when they were lying on the same bed so intimately, so close that you could reach out and touch them.

Sometimes listening to the even and gentle breathing of the boy next to him, Tan Chu even got up in the middle of the night and took a cold shower, which lasted for a long time, otherwise he would not be able to suppress the evil fire.

Now, seeing Zhou Ze regaining his vitality, Tan Chu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a wave of depressed desire.

So on the way back to the hotel, he was strangely silent and tried his best to avoid looking at Zhou Ze. He was afraid that if he looked at him one more time, he would be unable to control him again.

Returning to the room with only two of them, Tan Chu could no longer hold back. He slightly lowered his long black eyelashes and leaned forward to press Zhouze onto the sofa in the suite.

"Well." Zhouze was unprepared. Looking at the handsome face that suddenly came closer, his curled eyelashes trembled, and a little blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

It's so tempting.

Tan Chu almost wanted to bite the young man's soft face gently, but he endured it again and again, and finally bit the soft and white earlobe of the young man.

So soft.

Just like the young man, he couldn't put it down and couldn't let go.

The darkness in Tan Chu's eyes was bottomless. Under the dim and ambiguous light of the suite, on the soft and clean sofa, he peeled off all the young man's clothes, revealing his porcelain white and soft skin.

He kissed it again and again, showing piety and affection, which made Zhouze's whole body tremble even more.

"Tan, Chu..." The young man's soft voice kept vibrating, making it even more difficult to restrain the desire.

"Zhouzhou." Tan Chu's voice was hoarse, and he carried the young man to the big bed. The lights in the room were turned off until only one was left on the bedside, and he leaned over to cover him.

Zhouze didn't dare to speak too loudly. There were broken physiological tears in his eyes. His bright eyes were full of confusion. His slender fingers covered his lips, lest he leaked any sound.

But in the end, he couldn't help it anymore, and his hands fell powerlessly beside him at some point. Zhouze's lips, which were colored by the boiling blood all over his body, could still close tightly at first, but later they were unable to open them.

There is a soft sound coming out of it.

Tan Chu's heart felt so weak that he couldn't bear it and kissed and hugged the boy in his arms again and again.

Zhouze can no longer remember how the last night passed and how he fell asleep.

He was like a drunken fragment, forgetting what happened after that. He only remembered that he had been floating in the clouds, his whole body was weak, as if he was trapped in the boundless softness, and he no longer had the strength to lift his fingers.

He really doubted whether he could handle the game well.

Fortunately, the last game is the final. If they win, then Wick will directly become the world champion, so there will be a short period of time between the first two games, not long, at most two to three days.

But it was enough for him to recover...right? Well.

Zhouze was half asleep and half awake, being held tightly by the hot young man, thinking this in a daze.

The next day, he lay in the hotel for a whole day before he could barely walk normally. The next day, he and Tan Chu went shopping on the streets abroad. Both of them were wrapped up tightly, but something happened. Something that caught Zhouze off guard.