delicious life

Sorry, Duan Feng. "Mo Ci apologized for the ecstasy just now, and grinned at Duan Feng.

Last night, he thought too much.From Zhao Hongxiu's appearance on the field, the sauce was changed, and the situation turned around, to the accidental discovery of the person who changed the sauce.

It was unexpected...

Yesterday's experience made him doubt his ability, the self-confidence he had cultivated gradually crumbled, and the intrigue in interpersonal relationships...

After tossing and turning, they were vetoed by themselves one by one.Thinking back to every episode of yesterday thousands of times, what is the reason for Tian Tian to have such thoughts?

Is it just for this championship?

For Duan Feng's high school classmate, Mo Ci is just very entangled, not to mention likes and dislikes.

In my previous life, because of my domineering and ostentatious temperament, I often suffered such tricks.Most of them are conflicts of interest, and the word money is the fuse of all conflicts.Because of the power in the family, I get opportunities that others don't have.Envy from other people's unbalanced mind.

But now, he is participating in the competition with a blank identity, advancing step by step.There is no conflict of interest with Tian Tian, ​​and there is no reason to be jealous.What is the reason?

The self-confidence cultivated in the special training is inversely proportional to the panic during the game.The skills are shallow, which is what my father said that the heat is not yet ready.

Mo Ci lay on the bed covered with a quilt and thought about it all night.Bits and pieces of the past were pulled out from the depths of my mind and slowly recollected.

The group photo of the elder brother and him was placed on the bedside, his bright smile seemed to cheer him up, his shriveled confidence was filled with air, and the splendor and decadence at the moment stimulated his nerves.

He should believe in himself.

Mo Ci showed a smile to Duan Feng, no longer looking for trouble, and erased the unnaturalness on his face.

The turning point in the competition made him understand a truth, relying too much on external force is hard to achieve greatness, whether it is Zhao Hongxiu's hands or feet, he cooks with his own strength, how can he question his ability?

Sweeping away the previous decadence, Mo Cixiangzai

Duan Feng, who has been wandering around him for a long time, is like a big dog with fluff all over his body, trying to please his master.

Mo Ci stood on tiptoe, couldn't help stretching out his palm, and patted Duan Feng on the forehead.

"Are you okay?" Duan Feng also let Mo Ci touch his forehead, and looked at Mo Ci's face seriously.Compared with the previous sluggish and pale complexion, this pale pink complexion looked healthier.

Dispelling the doubts about Mo Ci's illness and physical discomfort just now, Duan Feng stretched his eyebrows, took Mo Ci's hand that was resting on his head, shook it vigorously, and showed an encouraging smile.

Seeing Mo Ci's cheerfulness, Duan Feng felt much relieved, and handed Mo Ci a bottle of mineral water, showing his white teeth: "I'll give it back to you, I'm going to feel better."

"Thank you." Mo Ci was comforted by Duan Feng's unique method, unscrewed the bottle and drank water.Recalling that when Tian Tian was pestering her yesterday, she also handed over mineral water to save her, and when she was about to blurt out, she held back her throat.

Pulling out an awkward smile, Mo Ci chose not to say anything.His dimmed eyes passed over Duan Feng and turned to the field behind him.

Duan Feng didn't know that Mo Ci just now had a lot of thoughts, and wanted to share his inner entanglement with himself.Putting his palms on Mo Ci, who was a head shorter than him, Duan Feng pulled Mo Ci's face, and said with a smile: "Don't worry all day long, play hard!"

As if feeling that Mo Ci's face was very elastic, Duan Feng couldn't help pulling it twice, and even shaved the bridge of Mo Ci's nose, which was not straight, and saw a face full of red marks made by himself. Only then did he let go of Mo Ci, he laughed a few times, dodging Mo Ci's stabbing like a knife, his eyes shining brightly.

After such nonsense, Mo Ci's mood unexpectedly improved.Stretching out his hand to grab Duan Feng's arm, Mo Ci twisted it hard, and then pretended not to do anything, and walked into the arena from the rest area.

Duan Feng followed behind Mo Ci, walking slowly.I don't know what I'm thinking in my heart, I raise my head from time to time to look at Mo Ci's back.

The two people who were thinking about things in their hearts walked on the track carelessly, not noticing the oncoming danger at all.

"Be careful!" A condensed female voice woke Mo Ci from his thoughts.

Before he could dodge in time, an oncoming figure slammed into Mo Ci's body fiercely, and the scalding liquid splashed on Mo Ci's body in an instant.The liquid was poured on the arm, and the burning pain hit from the surface of the skin, and the pain was transmitted from the pores to the nerves. Mo Ci groaned in pain and tried to stand still, but was immediately knocked down to the ground by the huge impact force.There was a bang, followed by the cold sound of metal falling to the ground, and the metal utensils and soup filled with things fell to the ground.

"Mo Ci!" Duan Feng, who witnessed Mo Ci being knocked to the ground, exclaimed in surprise, and rushed forward immediately.Ignoring the figure who bumped into Mo Ci, Duan Feng hurriedly supported Mo Ci, and worriedly checked his injuries.

"Mo Ci, are you okay!" Duan Feng's voice was full of anxiety, his eyes swept back and forth on Mo Ci's body.

Seeing the blistered palm, Duan Feng quickly squeezed Mo Ci's hand.

"Where else is hurt, tell me!"

"Hands...and abdomen." Mo Ci endured the pain like a needle prick, moved his unburned arm, and stood up unsteadily leaning on Duan Feng's arm.

"Show me." Duan Feng shouted loudly, helping Mo Ci to the resting place beside him.Regardless of the fact that this is still a competition arena with people coming and going, he quickly lifted off Mo Ci's pure cotton T-shirt and inspected it carefully.

Partial redness and swelling appeared on Mo Ci's white abdomen under the T-shirt, and a layer of blisters of various sizes formed.Duan Feng gritted his teeth, and immediately let Mo Ci lie flat on the chair in the rest area, picked up the half bottle of mineral water that fell on the ground, poured it around Mo Ci's burnt area, and then carefully lifted Mo Ci's T-shirt Open and roll together.

"Don't move!" Duan Feng knocked down Mo Ci's flailing arm several times while dealing with the burn, his tone was very severe.

"It hurts..." Mo Ci still couldn't help but groaned in pain, preventing Duan Feng from pulling off his clothes. The dense pain came from the place where the clothes connected to the skin, like tens of thousands of gnawing on the wound Ants.

"...I'm sorry." A timid voice cut in. A pair of slender arms stretched out into Duan Feng's sight, and it was Tian Tian, ​​​​his high school classmate.

"Get out of the way first, no, go and make a call, hurry up!" Duan Feng yelled at Tian Tian, ​​before he had time to pursue responsibility, he turned his head and continued to clean the soup on Mo Ci's wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Duan Feng, I didn't mean it. I walked too fast just now, bumped into him, and spilled the soup for my brother. I'm sorry..." The girl's big eyes began to accumulate tears. The cute doll's face was covered in panic.The girl desperately apologized in front of Duan Feng, and stood there guiltily.

"Go and call!" Duan Feng interrupted the girl's apology, and kept moving his hands for a moment, trying to clean up Mo Ci's affected area.

"But the competition is about to begin..." The girl looked pitiful with tears of guilt on her face.He hesitated and said, the girl looked at Duan Feng hesitantly.

"Don't worry about the competition, saving people is the most important thing!" Duan Feng's face darkened, his eyes were fixed on Mo Ci's wound, and there was anger in his voice.

"Oh, good!" The girl seemed to wake up suddenly, turned around immediately, and rushed to the temporary medical department on the field.

"Does it still hurt, Mo Ci?" Duan Feng couldn't help stroking Mo Ci's eyebrows, with a deep worry on his face.

"It hurts, it seems that I can't participate in the competition." There was a trace of pain in Mo Ci's voice, and the pain turned into a moan, and those places where the soup was splashed, the pain hit wave after wave.

"What time is it, and we are still talking about the game!" Duan Feng sternly stopped him, and after a long time, no one was seen, he quickly took out his mobile phone from Mo Ci's pocket and started calling the emergency number.

"It's just a burn, there's no need to go to the hospital..."

"You don't know how serious it is!"

"Contest……"

"Shut up! Look at your injuries!" Duan Feng roughly interrupted Mo Ci's words, with overly serious eyebrows and eyes.

Big brother has three similarities.

There were more and more people coming and going on the field, and even a few judges who came to the field early began to look at the situation of the field.A circle of people surrounded Mo Ci and Duan Feng, and some even reminded Duan Feng how to deal with burns.

"Young man, the scald should be treated as soon as possible, otherwise it will leave a scar and cause trouble!"

"Yeah, how could you get burned? The game will start soon, these two guys..."

The voices of the people were not louder than the ringing of the game bell.

The final bell rang piercingly, and the judges were already seated.The crowd began to disperse, and walked to their own booth according to the number plate.

Not even a single person moved.The host of the finals noticed something strange and rushed over immediately.

After reporting the situation to the judges, a temporary doctor was invited to the arena to examine Mo Ci's injuries.The game has been delayed for 5 minutes, and Duan Feng, who was not burned, refused to leave for a long time, standing in front of Mo Ci to deal with the affected area.

"Young man, let's go to the hospital." The temporary doctor who simply bandaged the wound shook his head and gestured to the people present.

"But the game..." Mo Ci's brows were knit together, and the increasingly unbearable pain made his talking face contort.

"I'll go with you!" Duan Feng threw a sentence, and tightly clasped Mo Ci's uninjured arm.

"No, I can participate in the competition, and you can't give up the competition!" Mo Ci said stubbornly, pushing Duan Feng's hand away.

"Go to the hospital first!" Duan Feng's voice overwhelmed Mo Ci's, grabbed Mo Ci's arm again, and stood up abruptly. Duan Feng supported Mo Ci, regardless of the game that was about to start, cautiously