Star of tomorrow

Ji Xing changed his clothes and went out with Qi Chen, still carrying the blue "X letter" pocket with a big hole in his hand.

The afternoon sun was very good, and the two walked side by side. Ji Xing felt in a daze that all the troubles of yesterday did not exist. From this, he came to a conclusion: eating enough, sleeping well, and having a reassuring environment really affect people's emotions. Very important.

He sneaked a glance at Qi Chen, and added another point: Don't quarrel with others casually if you haven't eaten enough.

Qi Chen could see Ji Xing watching him from the corner of his eye. The angry and pitiful look of the young man yesterday seemed to be an illusion. At this time, he looked not only in good spirits, but also had a rosy complexion after eating and drinking, and the corners of his mouth were not smiling. There seems to be a three-point smile, eyebrows and eyes are curved, and there seems to be an inherently optimistic side in his bones, as if nothing can really make him worry too much.

Even if there is, it would be great to eat and drink enough to sleep.

Qi Chen thought of Ji Xing and Ren arguing on the phone, hesitated for a while and said, "Do... do your family members know?"

Ji Xing was stunned for a moment, then realized: "You mean I like men? You know, they already knew."

Qi Chen's eyes were complicated: "Did they not object?"

"It's not an objection," Ji Xing said, "It just makes me think clearly that this road is not easy to walk, and I'm not allowed to go out and fool around. My eldest sister said that no matter who you like, you must first love yourself."

Qi Chen nodded. It was rare for Ji Xing to see Qi Chen take the initiative to say something to him, so he asked strangely, "Why did you ask this suddenly?"

Qi Chen didn't answer, just said: "You still have a sister?"

"There are older sisters and older brothers, and I am the youngest." Ji Xing said, "What about you?"

Qi Chen was silent for a while, and said, "I don't know."

Ji Xing: "Huh?"

Qi Chen remembered something again, frowned and asked, "How did you buy the home appliances? Have you returned them all?"

Ji Xing grunted, and said, "My friend bought it for me, and I returned it, not my money."

"Your friend is quite generous?"

Ji Xing licked his lips, and seeing Qi Chen staring at him meaningfully, he could only lie nonsense: "To be honest, my family was not bad at first, but then I... my family committed a crime and was arrested, and my family went bankrupt. There's nowhere to go."

Ji Hongfei, the CEO of Hongfei Group who was away on a business trip, sneezed suddenly at the meeting.

Ji Hongfei: "???"

Qi Chen's scrutinizing eyes turned around Ji Xing, and said flatly: "You can go out and find a better job. There is no job suitable for you here. You are wasting your time."

In just a short moment, Ji Xing had compiled a perfect reason in his head, and said: "After my family went bankrupt, my competitors maliciously suppressed me. I can't do anything. Better companies don't want to cause trouble and won't hire me. Small companies are even worse. It is easy to be pressured by those people, and I really have no choice but to come here."

Qi Chen was noncommittal, but Ji Xing seemed to be a person who had never suffered much, and this stubborn and stubborn character had never suffered much setbacks. His edges and corners had not been severely polished by reality, and he carried the arrogance and arrogance of a young man. Conceit and pride, this kind of awareness of one's own identity and sense of belonging, is something that others can't learn even if they want to.

Although this person is currently living in the Golden Triangle, he will never stay here forever. The skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Just look at his friend's generous handwriting. The world is where he really belongs.

Qi Chen was a little distracted for a while, and he didn't come back until Ji Xing called him several times: "What did you say?"

"I said..." Ji Xing looked at him and said, "Where's your family? Do they know you're here?"

Qi Chen shook his head: "I don't know."

Ji Xing was a little uncertain: "Did you know you were here? Or did you not know if they knew?"

Ji Xing stuck out his tongue, feeling like he was saying a tongue twister.

Qi Chen looked ahead with deep eyes: "They don't know I'm here, they..."

Qi Chen wanted to say that they didn't care, maybe they didn't even know whether I was dead or alive, but he swallowed the words again.He is not used to telling others about his private affairs, which feels very strange, especially since he and Ji Xing are still on good terms.

Not cooked.

But Ji Xing has a magical power that will make people let down their guard, make people feel sorry for him, and worry that he is not doing well.

Maybe such a good-looking and clean person, no matter how hard-hearted people are, would be reluctant to let him get hurt.But thinking about the way he was arguing with someone on the phone, the other party seemed to be sorry for him.

Qi Chen didn't know whether he should ask, he was a little uncertain about the distance between himself and Ji Xing.

The two had their own concerns, and they had nothing to say all the way. Qi Chen took him to the boxing gym where he usually trains, which is near the Fusanyou talent market.

A dilapidated three-story building that looked old was sandwiched between the self-built houses surrounded on the left and right, looking very aggrieved and pitiful.The roof of the building is covered with weeds, and the bougainvillea hangs from the roof to the window on the second floor, spreading out a large area dazzlingly, and the petals fall all over the ground as soon as the wind sweeps it, looking from a distance, it looks kind of old Forgotten taste of loneliness.

Ji Xing took out his mobile phone and took a few photos. There was a boxing gym sign on the third floor, a bathing center on the second floor, and various snack shops and grocery stores on the first floor.

The rusty signboard was crooked on the wall, as if it would fall off at any moment, and all kinds of wires came out of nowhere, entangled outside the window, tangled into a big ball, and there were small birds crowded on it, chattering and chattering.

Ji Xing entered the narrow stairs, the walls were covered with various small advertisements, and there were many sundries piled up on the corridors, with almost no place to stay.

The sound of playing mahjong came from the bathing center on the second floor. The sound of shouting and mechanical numbness mixed together, forming a natural echo in the corridor.

The door of the boxing gym on the third floor is larger, with double glass doors, and a huge "Push" sign is pasted on it. The whole floor is a place for fitness and boxing. Unexpectedly, there are quite a lot of people here.

At this point, the room is full of shirtless men, sweating profusely and lifting irons, and some are gathered around in twos and threes, chatting about something, laughing loudly.

Full of male hormones rushing towards his face, all kinds of long legs, broad shoulders, and big muscles are shining brightly in front of his eyes, Ji Xing whispered "Wow"-even in the high-end membership-only fitness club near his home. It is rare to see such a picture.There are only people there at night, and there are not many people. Most of them wear famous brands and earphones, and they do their own things.

The bright clubhouse has a resplendent feel. The temperature of the central air conditioner is always just right. There is a small TV hanging in front of each treadmill. You need to swipe your card to enter the shower room. There is also a sauna in the steaming corner.

But the surroundings here are dusty, the equipment is old and dilapidated, and the types are relatively single. Although the front-facing floor-to-ceiling glass windows allow the sunlight to enter without any obstruction, the surrounding self-built houses divide the sunlight into pieces. Broken broken, the whole floor also looked gray and ruined.

The sturdy and strong rough guys, covered in sweat, were holding mineral water bottles casually. Most of them had old and new scars on their bodies. Ji Xing guessed that the people here should be regular fighters in black boxing competitions, just like Qi Chen.

Sure enough, as soon as Qi Chen entered, the others greeted him one after another.

Someone covered in sweat profusely stepped forward and punched Qi Chen, and his eyes fell on Ji Xing again, with curiosity in his eyes.

"Who is this?"

"New little assistant?"

"Look at this tender skin, old Qi, where did you abduct this child? Is it an adult?"

Everyone around looked over, and some wanted to pinch Ji Xing's arm, but Qi Chen blocked it with his big hand.

"Don't make a fuss, he's here to work." Qi Chen turned his head and took the bag from Ji Xing's hand. The staff of the boxing gym came over and took Ji Xing to the side. .

"Come with me," the other party said, "On weekdays, you only need to do some cleaning and maintenance work. If you don't know what to use, just tell me, and I will teach you."

It's different if you have a relationship and a backdoor treatment - although it's not a good job, the attitude is the same as those foremen.

Ji Xing glanced back, and Qi Chen waved to him, signaling him to go along with confidence.

Assistant Xiao Zhang followed Qi Chen to the locker room. He glanced in Ji Xing's direction and said, "That's the child you shared with me? Looks so pretty."

Qi Chen hummed

sound.

"This looks..." Xiao Zhang rubbed his chin. He often met those big bosses because of gambling, and he could tell at a glance that Ji Xing's temperament was unusual. "What's his origin? It doesn't look like the Golden Triangle can support him come out."

"You care so much?" Qi Chen took off his clothes and threw them into the closet, changed his pants, the mirror by the wall reflected his strong muscles, the curves were very beautiful, and the lines of his abdomen disappeared into the hem of his pants. There are so many muscular men, but no one has such a good figure.

"By the way," he slammed the closet door and looked at Xiao Zhang, "do me a favor."

Xiao Zhang: "?"

Qi Chen took out his pocket and stuffed it to Xiao Zhang: "Help him finish these in the afternoon, and then help him get his wages back."

Xiao Zhang: "???"

The boxing gym was full of masculinity, Ji Xing wore an apron and gloves to work around, carrying a small bucket and peeking around.This huge first floor is divided into shower room and toilet, which is not very spacious, and there is a separate boxing room next door, with a small boxing ring in the middle.

Ji Xing stood outside the partitioned glass door and looked in. Qi Chen was panting, chatting with the person next to him with one hand on the guardrail.

He was wearing white shorts, with bare feet and a bare upper body. His blood-congested muscles were bulging due to intense exercise. The flush from his face spread all the way to his chest. His muscles were tangled and tight, and he looked as hard as a stone.

Those tangled muscles are not overly exaggerated. Qi Chen's body fat percentage is very low, so the muscle lines appear to be clear, as if someone took a knife and painstakingly sculpted them out, which makes the heart beat faster and the blood pulse.

Ji Xing covered his forehead with his hands and looked furtively inside the glass door for a moment. Qi Chen noticed him, raised his eyebrows and gestured for him to pass.

Qi Chen squatted down on the stage, watched Ji Xing approaching, and said, "Is it done?"

"Take a break." Ji Xing pulled off his mask, his eyes sparkling, "Are you playing? I want to watch."

The training partner behind Qi Chen laughed, climbed the guardrail and said, "Are you Lao Qi's fanboy?"

Qi Chen was about to tell the other party not to talk nonsense, but Ji Xing didn't care, and said with a smile: "Yeah, I think he plays very handsomely."

This candid compliment made Qi Chen take another look at him, and the sparring partner gave him a thumbs up next to him: "Little brother has a good eye!"