My nemesis clings to me every day

Rong Yu spent the whole afternoon picking out the parts. He has a bad eye. He can tell the refurbished second-hand imitations at a glance. Even if the things are good, he has to bargain again and again. They all found him troublesome, so they directly offered a low price: "The price is only this price, you can take it away if you can, and don't come again if you can't take it away."

Ji Yan, a fake and shoddy nobleman, also worked for a while, and he hadn't experienced such torture both physically and mentally for a long time, so he hurriedly paid the money, and went into a coffee shop to rest as if fleeing with Rong Yu.

"Did Ji Li buy parts from you? Did they break up after buying them?" he asked.

Rong Yu replied with a smile: "No."

The princess is very well behaved.

Eating popsicles, softly grabbing the hem of his clothes, and accompanying him to eat at a restaurant with hairy hair.

Thinking about it, looking at Ji Yan's eyes unconsciously revealed disgust: "Those stores obviously didn't quote the reserve price, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Ji Yan's cheeks twitched slightly: "If you do your best, you will still be rejected. This is the worst thing in history."

But within a few minutes, Ji Yan's expression changed slightly: "Someone is watching you."

He was talking about the cloaked figures in the corner.

Rong Yu's intuition was sharper than his, and she drank the juice with a smile: "Maybe it's because I'm handsome?"

Ji Yan knocked on the table: "Can you be serious? What if you are here to ask for trouble?"

"Okay," Rong Yu looked directly at the opposite side, smiled, and said lazily: "Excuse me, are you here to ask for trouble?"

Ji Yan: ...he needn't remind him.

Rong Yu has never played cards according to common sense.

So the few people in the corner really stood up.

And the moment he stood up, it seemed that the whole cafe fell silent.

Ji Yan's face changed slightly.

There were five or six people on the other side, and when they got closer, they could see their faces under the cloak: including the gorgeously dressed man who showed interest in Ji Li yesterday, under the cloak, they all seemed to be wearing dark blue military school uniforms.

And the leading man was the man with two moles on his neck.

Ji Yan was stunned: "Lu Cha."

"what?"

Ji Yan murmured: "He doesn't know me, but..."

Lu Cha looks completely different from the mecha collector Rong Yu imagined. His skin is light brown, his clothes are open, his chest is plump, his eyebrows are as sharp as knives, but he has a pair of light-colored pupils. He is playing with a few silver coins with his fingertips. It turned and jingled.

For some reason, it seemed cold and fanatical.

But when he saw Rong Yu, his expression suddenly changed.

He walked up in two steps in three steps, looked up and down, and finally grabbed Rong Yu's hand: "Dragon bone?"

"I'm your...what's that called, oh, fan."

He laughed.

The smile started from the corner of the mouth.

First hook a smile, then show the teeth, then to the cheeks, to the eyes, and finally did not reach the fundus of the eyes.

"I have watched every game of yours, you are very strong..."

He smiled at him, but his tone was weird, not so much admiration, more like a comment.

It's like judging the sharpness of a dog's teeth.

Rong Yu was not angry.

He is very used to this tone and look: "Sorry, I am no longer a keel."

Lu Sha curled his lips indifferently, and looked at him with pale pupils: "Ah, yes, the arena is gone, so you are not a fighting beast for the time being..."

He moved his nose.

He showed a nervous and happy look.

"But the smell on your body, why hasn't it changed at all?"

"Your mecha is indeed in my hands, but what are you going to exchange for it?"

Rong Yu asked, "How many star coins do you want?"

"I know you are not short of money now...Ji Li should be able to give you a lot, right? What does he like about you? Is it too wasteful to only use it for sleeping?" The silver coins at Lu Cha's fingertips twirled happily again : "How about I take it as a prize, and you have another fight with the fighting beast beside you?"

"The smell of the fighting beast is so recognizable, I can smell the smell of the arena as soon as I smell it."

"It's a pity, it's a pity that there are no such performances."

Only then did Rong Yu realize what was in his fanaticism.

With a longing for his death.

Just like every spectator in the Colosseum.

They desired his victory as much as they desired his death.

Longing for him to be torn and crushed and destroyed, longing for the smell of his blood on their lips.

These madnesses are their stimulant, the poison of the fighting beasts.

Rong Yu's back tensed, and she subconsciously pulled Ji Yan back.

Ji Yan nodded calmly: "I have no mental power, do you want to watch the massacre?"

Lu Sha froze for a moment, clapped his palms and laughed loudly: "Ha, I know who you are now, Jiuwei, I didn't expect you to be that trash from Ji's family - I couldn't find you in school."

"Long Gu, you want a younger brother, and you want an older brother, so flirtatious."

"How can you return the keel to me?" Rong Yu didn't want to go around in circles with him anymore.

"Boring," Lu Cha glanced at him, as if scolding a bewildered animal, playing with a few coins between his fingers, "I heard you participated in an interschool competition."

"How about, then come to the finals to find me." Lu Sha played with the silver coins on his fingertips boredly, "If you can't make it to the finals...what qualifications do you have to get the keel back?"

Rong Yu was silent for a moment, then laughed: "Okay."

He said, rubbing Lu Sha's shoulder and leaving.

Ji Yan nodded gracefully at them and followed them.

Lu Cha looked at their backs and shouted out of interest: "Kong Gu, I liked you very much back then, don't let me down."

He thought that Rong Yu would not look back.

But Rong Yu turned around and smiled at him.

Stretch out your fist and hold it flat in front of your eyes.

Let go again.

A silver coin fell to the ground with a clang.

It was deathly silence.

A golden flash flashed in Rong Yu's eyes.

"Let me speak for you," Rong Yu said flatly, "I hope you won't be such a waste, and come to the finals as soon as possible to meet me."

"Otherwise who should I ask to get the keel back?"

He's had enough of this bastard's tone.

Exactly the same tone as the arena.

When I came back, it was just in the evening, and the hotel room was pitch black.

Rong Yu took off his shoes carefully, and walked past the corner in a low voice.

Suddenly stepped on something soft.

Rong Yu stepped on it lightly again.

Just heard a gust of wind.

Something soft wrapped around his ankle.

He dragged him directly onto the bed.

Immediately afterwards, the light came on.

——Well, Ji Li's little tentacles spread all over the floor, just waiting for his idiot fish to take the bait.

Ji Li sat by the bed, looked at him with sapphire-like eyes, and said flatly, "...Didn't you say you'll be back in the afternoon?"

"Going to perform with Ji, are you so happy? Play till night?"

Ji Li's eyes scanned him up and down.

The look of jealousy is exactly the same as when Mummy found animal hair on him.

Rong Yu blinked and acted softly: "I didn't find a suitable one, so I watched it a little longer, and I will definitely come back on time next time."

Ji Li turned his head away from him and let the little tentacles let him go.

But he still doesn't seem very happy.

He got into the quilt, turned his back to him and closed his eyes.

Rong Yu now has a good understanding of Ji Li's little emotions. Ji Li's meaning is that he is still unhappy, but it is not easy to explain the reason to him, so he needs to go over and coax him.

But looking at Ji Li like this, he suddenly felt that the irritability of meeting a bastard during the day dissipated all at once.

The arena, death, and spectators all suddenly disappeared.

Only his cute and arrogant little boyfriend was left, with a cute little temper, waiting for him to make out.

Rong Yu leaned over to secretly rub Ji Li's face, tugged at his sleeve and smiled: "Commander Ji, what's wrong?"

Ji Li just pursed his lips and said nothing, and the little tentacles twitched his ankles.

Rong Yu elongated her voice: "Brother Ji Li, look at your boyfriend—"

"Didn't you hide from me on purpose?" Ji Li couldn't help it, his ears turned slightly red, and he sat up, "...in order not to do that with me, I would rather run out and not come back all day."

He's had a hard time making that much progress.

When it should be like glue.

At first, he was worried that his skills were too poor, but after thinking about it, Rong Yu was obviously very happy and clinging to him very comfortably yesterday.

As soon as he changed his mind, he thought of a more terrifying reason.

Ji Li's eyes changed slightly, and he looked at him in embarrassment and annoyance: "Do you think I...are not good-looking?"

Ji Li's eyes drifted down unconsciously.

Rong Yu unconsciously followed his gaze.

They stared at one place together for a while.

Then the two fools blushed together.

Rong Yu blushed, and couldn't help laughing at the same time.

After being glared at by Ji Li, he couldn't hold back anymore, laughing so hard that he almost fell on the bed.

Seeing that Ji Li was about to get angry again, Rong Yu hurried over and bit his ear and whispered softly: "No...it's pretty."

The princess really looks good everywhere.

Ji Li's blushing cheeks became even more rosy, and his eyes became much brighter. He secretly clutched the corner of his clothes: "Then why are you avoiding me?"

"...It's me... Is my technique bad?"

The princess's eyes are so bright.

And so looking forward to it.

I was so wronged just now.

Ji Li was all because he suspected that he was not good-looking, and if he questioned his skills later, Ji Li might cry on the spot.

Rong Yu was silent for a while.

Thinking about how difficult it is, it's just a pain. A real hunk can't say no to his lover.

He finally broke his heart, and went to die righteously: "I didn't hide from you."

"I actually... really want to make out with you."

"You won't be with me again."

"I'm going to jump on it, really."