Mecha little prince

This is not the first time the little prince has seen this face. The last time it was on a poster, he felt that this person's facial features were extremely unfriendly, as if he was about to draw a sword to kill someone at any time. Now that he saw a real person, this hostility suddenly seemed like Magnified a hundred times, the little prince trembled all over, subconsciously grabbed the leg of the chair, and lifted it hard...

Lin Chen's smile still remained at the corner of his mouth, and he flew out against the chair... The instinct of his body allowed him to reach out his hand to protect his head in time, and he turned somersault on the ground. When he got up, he knelt on one knee with his face Stupid.

Everyone was frightened by the sudden change and fell silent.Beneath the stunned faces were slightly trembling hands, rippling with terrified ripples.

Qiu Yiming was the most frightened.

One moment he was glad that the squad leader had enough face to invite Lin Chen, and the next moment he saw the God of Wealth writing a parabola in the air with his body.

"Are you OK?"

The tone of the voice changed in shock, and it sounded like "Are you not dead?"

Qiu Yiming ran over in small steps, trying to help him up, but was dodged.

Lin Chen supported the chair with one hand, stood up slowly, glanced at the bewildered little prince with deep eyes, and said calmly: "My foot is sprained." At the same time, a drop of cold sweat slid down his solemn face, jaw.

……

A burst of chaos.

Qiu Yiming solemnly called an ambulance, carried Lin Chen away on a stretcher, and drove the little prince along behind him.The class reunion will be presided over by the squad leader, and the account has been settled.

Since the little prince crossed, he had seen police cars up close, but he didn't expect to see an ambulance again so soon, and his mood was very mixed.

Sitting in the driver's seat and glaring at him with even more mixed emotions.

Qiu Yiming didn't expect that he would lure wolves into the house in a moment of soft-heartedness. This feeling was like calling Jing Ke to have dinner with Qin Shihuang when he held a reception banquet.

Don't ask, if you ask, you will regret it.

Qiu Yiming said, "Tell me, why did you do this?"

The little prince lowered his head in frustration, not knowing how to explain.At that time, it was completely self-defense brought about by a sense of crisis.After throwing people out, the imminent, oppressive, breathless feeling of suffocation is slightly relieved-well, this kind of explanation is better than no explanation.

The grip on the top of his head has completely collapsed, hanging loosely on the back of his head, making him look like a prisoner, very desolate and pitiful.

But Qiu Yiming's heart was like steel, and he was still asking for responsibility: "Do you know how dangerous your actions are. If you are not careful, you will be killed, and you will be a murderer!"

The little prince's eyes were red.Although according to the standards of this world, his father was the biggest murderer in the country and had wiped out several families, but he was not, he didn't, he was still innocent.

Qiu Yiming said, "What were you thinking at that time?"

The little prince pursed his lips and whispered, "I just want to pick up snails."

"What does it have to do with snails?"

The little prince started from "eating snails", and when he talked about "the snail rolled between the chair leg and Lin Chen's heel", Qiu Yiming "suddenly realized": "You just want to pick up a snail? You, you, why don't you throw the chair?" What? You say you, what can you say about you..." I was so angry that I couldn't speak.

The story of the little prince hadn't been finished yet, but after being taken out of context by Qiu Yiming, it was... consummated, more believable than the truth.

The phone rings.

Chen Jinghui sent two inquiry text messages before, but the little prince was in a trance and didn't see them, so he called directly: "Have you gone downstairs yet?"

The little prince said: "I have gone downstairs."

"where is it?"

"Heading to the hospital."

Chen Jinghui was shocked: "Why did you go to the hospital suddenly?"

The little prince got into trouble and was frightened, when he heard this, he suddenly got angry and complained: "You guys are a bit late for dinner."

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became quieter.

Chen Jinghui quietly asked the coach what "meal" meant, and after a while, he asked, "Are you so hungry that you went to the hospital?" Just now he calmed down, and vaguely heard "吱嘎咕嘎" on the other end of the phone. "The ambulance siren sounded.

The little prince's domineering came and went faster, and he soon realized that he was making trouble for no reason, so he replied listlessly: "Not at all."

Although the little prince denied it, Chen Jinghui believed that he was thin-skinned and was embarrassed to admit it, so he told the coach about it later.

The coach was speechless.Use chopsticks to stick into the table when you eat, and go to the hospital in an ambulance if you don't eat. Where did this strange boy come from?

After all, the little prince was a 16-year-old boy. After being comforted by Chen Jinghui's greetings, his mood became clear again.Mr. Qiu is right, he hasn't killed anyone yet, he is not a murderer, and he can still be remedied.

most……

Adding to the pile of debt.

When he arrived at the hospital, Lin Chen jumped out of the ambulance on one leg, startling the people around him who almost thought he was a dead body.Qiu Yiming pushed the wheelchair over, asked the little prince to watch, and went to register by himself.

Lin Chen sat in the wheelchair without speaking, just crossed his injured leg, silently watching the little prince bewildered by the side.

The little prince tried his best to suppress the turbulent fear in his heart due to the sudden resurgence of the other party, and bowed his head to apologize - because Lin Chen was sitting while he was standing.

Lin Chen responded slowly, and when the other party breathed a sigh of relief, he quietly asked: "What's wrong?"

The little prince was afraid of him at first, but his tone was like a teacher's, his momentum became weaker, he hesitated for a long time before saying: "You shouldn't throw chairs."

Lin Chen: "..."

Lin Chen said, "Then should you just throw me away?"

The little prince was at a loss for words.Although I knew it was wrong, but under the circumstances at the time, saying that I didn't want to throw it away was lying, and lying was wrong.

Lin Chen was joking, but seeing him like this, did he acquiesce?His face froze immediately: "We knew each other before?" In fact, he wanted to ask if there was any enmity.

The little prince said, "I've seen the poster once."

"Which one?"

The little prince didn't know how to describe it, and after thinking for a long time, he finally choked out a sentence; "The very fierce one."

Lin Chen: "..."

Because the photographer said that he had a mocking face, so he basically didn't smile when taking pictures-every photo was very fierce.

Lin Chen rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.This kid looks pretty, but he doesn't seem to be able to use his brain well.He asked, "Are you my fan?"

What is fensi?

Burn?

Grave hiss?

Could it be the enemy?

The little prince who felt that he had offended others certainly would not have thought that he could do this to this extent, and the other party still felt that he admired him.

He nodded hesitantly.

Lin Chen knew it in his heart.A foolish thing done by an idiot fan just to get the idol's attention.

"What's your name?"

The little prince was ready to take responsibility—mainly the medical expenses, and he didn't want to escape, so he honestly reported his name: "Sang Wuxia."

Lin Chen said, "Oh, then you can comb your hair."

The little prince: "..."

Under Lin Chen's guidance, he saw his distressed appearance on the black lacquered glass, and almost passed out.

His grooming!

His great vietnam demeanor!

Qiu Yiming came over after registering and took someone to the emergency room. The little prince sat in the rest area with disheveled hair. After a while, he saw Qiu Yiming hurriedly pushing Lin Chen to take a film, and felt more and more uneasy.

It's not that he hasn't been in trouble before, and he has always been supported by his parents, mother, and brother. He knows that he is wrong, but he doesn't feel too much guilt. Now that he is a stranger who is not related to him, he is very sorry. up.

He took out the wallet in his mobile phone, counted the balance of the deposit, and based on the benefits of the descendants of Shenlong, calculated how many games he would have to win and how many victories he would have to pay off the hospital's debt before and then this time.

Counting and counting, I began to be out of breath again.Alas, only now do I know the burden of my father's support for the family. Even though there are so many people in the family, I still have to send pocket money to him and the prince's brother from time to time. It's really great.

It was almost ten o'clock when Qiu Yiming finished his busy work.

Lin Chen's ligament was sprained, but it was not serious. After being fixed with a brace, he was able to go home.

Qiu Yiming let out a sigh of relief, and finally gave the little prince a good face: "Where do you live... What's wrong with your hair?"

The little prince's pinching technique has not improved for ten years, but his roommates, under the pressure of aesthetics, have made rapid progress one by one, and basically rounded out the little prince's appearance.

The little prince tossed and tossed for a long time but still couldn't fix it, so he handed over the hair rope without hesitation.

Qiu Yiming and Lin Chen: "..."

Although the little prince was the culprit, but because of his good attitude of pleading guilty and it was an "unintentional mistake", neither Qiu Yiming nor Lin Chen planned to pursue it. Instead, the little prince insisted on paying the bill and contact information, and was even identified by Lin Chen as the culprit. The "brainless fan" who did everything possible to strike up a conversation, left a fake one at will.

After Qiu Yiming asked for his address, he drove him back.

The little prince arrived at the apartment downstairs but dared not go back, fearing that Zhen Pingan would be worried if he found out, so after much deliberation, he took a taxi back to the Hot Spring Villa.One, the luggage is still there, and two, he needs to keep the job to pay off the debt.

The taxis at night were faster than in the evening, the little prince was still thinking about his thoughts, and the villa would arrive soon.

As soon as he got out of the car after paying, his eyes were flashed by the headlights of a car behind him. Qiu Yiming poked his head out from the driver's seat: "Why are you here?"

Considering that the class reunion is rare, Qiu Yiming booked a room at Lingxi Hot Spring Villa, and planned to organize everyone to climb the mountain tomorrow. It happened that today was too hasty to leave. Bad kid at home".

The little prince subconsciously turned around to dodge, and the only cover, the taxi, ruthlessly drove away.

Lin Chen opened the car door and jumped out with a limp: "Don't hide, the ponytail I combed by myself can be recognized even in ashes."