Mr. Incompetent Bodyguard

That night, Ji Jin accompanied Shen Qingyu to the hospital.

"Please say goodbye to the family members," said the doctor.After saying goodbye, the body will be pushed away.

Shen Qingyu stood silently beside the hospital bed, and let out a long breath.

No matter what his thoughts on Shen Wang are, if the light of death is extinguished, it will be over at this point.

After a moment, he nodded.So the nurse stepped forward, covered Shen Wang's face with a white cloth, and pushed him out.

People who died in the hospital can be transferred directly from the hospital to the funeral home for cremation.Ji Jin knew that Shen Qingyu was going to play a game in the future, and was afraid that he would be affected by it, so he seriously asked the staff how to handle the follow-up procedures.He was afraid that he would be forgetful again, so he used his mobile phone to write down the process while listening.

After completing the hospital procedures, Ji Jin said to Shen Qingyu, "Let's go back."

Shen Qingyu nodded: "Let's go."

On the way back by car, Shen Qingyu remained silent, and Ji Jin also quietly did not disturb him.When the car stopped at the red light, Shen Qingyu put his elbows on his forehead, his movements were quick, but Ji Jin still noticed that he secretly wiped his eyes.

Shen Wang never fulfilled his duty of nurturing him, all he brought was pain and shadow, and he really didn't have any feelings for Shen Wang.However, when people really leave, he is not as indifferent as he imagined, and he still feels sad and wronged.

Ji Jin silently took out a tissue and handed it to him.

Shen Qingyu stared at the tissue he handed over for a few seconds, then suddenly covered his face with his hands as if breaking his defense, but his tense shoulders relaxed.

When the street light turned green, Shen Qingyu quickly dried his eyes with a paper towel so as not to affect his vision.He smiled and said, "Ah Jin, I'm a little sad. Sing a song to comfort me."

"What song do you want to hear?"

"Anything is fine. As long as you sing."

Ji Jin thought for a while, then began to chant softly.

"I run forward/

Go there and chase my dreams/

Even if dark clouds obscure the direction/

The road is muddy and thorny/

I'm still running forward/

Leave my footprints step by step..."

His voice is very ethereal, and his singing is very gentle. When he finishes singing a song, the car has already driven into the garage.

After going upstairs, Shen Qingyu hugged Ji Jin and rubbed against him: "Ah Jin, thank you. I feel much better."

Ji Jin asked anxiously: "Really?" He really wanted to do more for Shen Qingyu, but he didn't know what else he could do. "

"Really." Shen Qingyu touched his face, "Your music can give people strength."

Ji Jin was slightly taken aback.

Shen Qingyu murmured softly: "A Jin, I will have no relatives in the future..."

Before he had time to say that I only have you and Da Mao, Ji Jin was already in a hurry: "Who said you didn't? Am I not? And Shen Da Mao, you gave it such an ugly name, are you going to be irresponsible? ?”

Shen Damao was lying on the sofa and licking his paws, when he heard his name, he raised his head innocently.

Shen Qingyu laughed.This... isn't so ugly, is it?

He stared into Ji Jin's eyes.Ji Jin's clear eyes reflected his silhouette, everything around him seemed blurred and dim, and he was the only one who was clear.

"Ah Jin..." He leaned forward and put his lips on Ji Jin's eyelids, "I want to be with you all my life."

Ji Jin buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder, and muffled: "Of course, it will be possible!"

Two days later, Shen Qingyu went to the pre-match weighing ceremony.Ji Jin called Su An, and together they went to the funeral parlor to go through the formalities for Shen Wang.

On the way to the funeral home, Su An jokingly asked, "You've already started to take care of funeral affairs for the parents. Are you a son-in-law or a daughter-in-law?"

Ji Jin raised his legs: "My love."

Su An raised her eyebrows: "Yo? It's not a boyfriend anymore, it's a lover? Are you sure?"

She wanted to tease Ji Jin at first, but she didn't expect Ji Jin to cast a sideways glance at her, and asked seriously, "Are you envious?"

Su An: "..."

She didn't think about it at first, but when Ji Jin said that, she was actually a little envious.She has no shortage of boyfriends, but the people she meets are unreliable every time, and the longest one broke up after half a year.On the contrary, Ji Jin fell in love for the first time in 24 years, and it became more and more serious.Even she can feel the bond and tolerance between the two...

Depend on!Su An thought sourly in his heart, if he wanted to blame it, he would blame the handsome guys for having sex.Like Ji Jin and Shen Qingyu, the loss of two handsome guys in the world at once doesn't mean that no one else can find a good partner?

The car drove to the funeral home, and the two went to go through the formalities.

It is not complicated to say that it is to arrange funeral affairs.Shen Wang has been idle all his life, borrowing money to fool around, and his relatives and friends have long since left him.It is estimated that few people are willing to come to the memorial service, so it is simply not held.Shen Qingyu had already bought a cemetery, and the body was directly cremated and then buried.

Su An originally wanted to go alone, but Ji Jin was afraid that she would not be able to handle it well, so he went with her.

The two entered the funeral home's office wearing hats and masks, and the person in charge of the formalities was a young girl.She glanced at Ji Jin casually, then was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head to stare at Ji Jin again.She always felt that Ji Jin looked familiar, resembling a star.

Su An handed over the documents she brought: "Please help us with the cremation procedures."

The girl stretched back, took the document and looked at it: "Are you relatives?"

"No, relatives have something to do, we are helping friends."

Ji Jin took out a copy of the household registration book and other documents from her bag and handed them over. The girl checked the information, and after confirming that there was no problem, she asked, "Are you sure you want to be cremated directly? No memorial service?"

Su An said, "I can't do it."

This is the business of the funeral parlor. Out of duty, the girl still promoted a few words: "It's not good to do nothing, right? We have several packages here, which can be done on a large scale or on a small scale, even for the simplest relatives." It should be there to come and say goodbye. The mourning hall is opposite this building, if you are interested, you can go and have a look."

"No, I really don't plan to do it."

"……All right."

The little girl had no choice but to respect their wishes.After signing the documents, the little girl said, "I will get the cremation certificate in two days. You can choose to take the ashes back by yourself, or we can send them directly to the cemetery for you."

"Please help me to send it directly to the cemetery."

After all the procedures were completed, the little girl looked up at Ji Jin again, and joked: "Little brother, why are you wearing a hat and mask all the time? You can't be a star, right?"

Ji Jin and Su An looked at each other.

Su An hurriedly asked: "How is it possible? Only friends help celebrities with errands. Have you ever seen celebrities come to help friends with errands?"

The little girl shook her head: "It's true that I haven't seen it before." Because of this, she has actually dispelled her doubts, so she was only joking.

The two breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the office building, and were about to go to the parking lot to find a car, when Ji Jin suddenly stopped.

Ji Jin listened for a while, then asked, "Cousin, did you hear someone playing "Running"?"

"Ah?" Su An's ears were far less sharp than Ji Jin's, and he shook his head: "No."

Ji Jin raised his chin towards a low building next to him: "It came from over there."

Su An looked in the direction he pointed, and shook in surprise: "Don't scare me, this is the funeral home, who will play your song in the funeral home?"

Ji Jin rolled his eyes speechlessly: "What are you scared of in broad daylight? Even if they were released, they were released by living people. Have you ever seen ghosts haunted when the sun is so strong?"

Su An: "..."

"Let's go take a look."

"……Oh."

Su An could only accompany him to the direction of the mourning hall.

When they got closer, Su An could hear clearly: Someone is really playing Ji Jin's song!It's really strange that someone would play such a gentle and inspirational song in a place that should be full of sorrow and sorrow.

The two stopped outside a mourning hall - the sound of music came from inside.

The siblings looked at each other, Su An saw the curiosity flashing in Ji Jin's eyes, and said hesitantly, "How about I ask?"

Ji Jin nodded: "Go."

Su An had a thick skin, so he really went.

A few minutes later, Su An came back with a complicated look on his face: "Oh, he is a child, and his illness is gone... His family said that he liked you very much when he was alive. When we said goodbye, we wanted him to leave happily, so we let you go." your song."

Ji Jin stared blankly at the direction of the mourning hall.He wanted to go in, but after thinking about it, it's better not to disturb others.The siblings stood outside the mourning hall, silently said goodbye in their hearts, turned around and left.

After getting in the car, Ji Jin stared at the receding scenery outside the car window in a daze.He suddenly remembered the phrase "Your music can give people strength" that Shen Qingyu said the day before yesterday, and these words have been circling in his mind for no reason these two days.

He suddenly said: "Sister, I want to participate in more charity activities in the future."

Su An glanced at him unexpectedly.

In the past, Ji Jin didn't pay much attention to the outside world.His pain comes from the inside out, his happiness comes from the inside out, and his relationship with the outside world is always close.Even when he writes songs and makes music, it's a process he learns from music, and he doesn't realize exactly what he can bring to others.

Until he met Shen Qingyu, he got so much energy from other people for the first time.He felt that a new link between himself and the world was gradually being formed. He began to understand the emotions of others better, and became more interested in the world.

After disclosing his illness, he received hundreds of thousands of messages of support and encouragement, which also gave him a new understanding of his career.He wants to get more from this world, and also wants to give back to this world.

"Okay." Su An agreed, "I'll arrange it for you when I get back."

……

In the venue, Shen Qingyu stepped onto the weighing platform, and the master of ceremonies read out his weight aloud: "69.4KG!"

Zuo Fengrui and Wang Haiyang in the audience breathed a sigh of relief—Shen Qingyu didn't even dare to touch a drop of water since this morning, for fear that he would be disqualified if he didn't meet the weight standard.Now it's over!

When Shen Qingyu got off the stage, Zuo Fengrui and Wang Haiyang immediately hugged him back to the lounge, opened an incubator, which was full of drinks, food and nutrients.

Wang Haiyang said: "Hurry up and make up, you have a press conference to attend in one and a half hours."

Without further ado, Shen Qingyu unscrewed a bottle of salt soda, raised his head and drank the bottle upside down, and then began to replenish carbohydrates.

As the salt and water seeped into his body, Shen Qingyu clearly felt that his physical fitness was recovering rapidly.

A box of food was almost empty in a blink of an eye, Wang Haiyang patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "I'm going to meet the reporter later, are you nervous?"

Shen Qingyu swallowed the food in his mouth, and asked inexplicably, "Why are you nervous?"

Wang Haiyang raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Young people have a good mental quality, and I'm a little nervous."

Shen Qingyu shrugged and continued to eat.

An hour and a half later, Wang Haiyang took Shen Qingyu and Zuo Fengrui to the interview area.As soon as the three of them showed up, a group of reporters surrounded them in an instant, and a huge pile of microphones were stuffed in front of Shen Qingyu like a peacock's screen, which really shocked the three of them.

Shen Qingyu wondered: Isn't it the rookie competition?Why is there so much media attention?Has the attention of MMA increased in recent years?

——As everyone knows, these media are not here for the game, or for him.

Professional competitions need to attract sponsorship and support the organizing committee, which has a strong commercial nature.It was rare to have a contestant with a topic like Shen Qingyu participate. The organizers have been using him to create momentum on the Internet these days, which has really attracted a lot of attention.

"Contestant Shen Qingyu, may I ask why you came back after five years of retirement? Are you building momentum for entering the entertainment industry in the future?"

"Excuse me, have you signed a contract with a brokerage company? Will you be filming in the future? Or will you sing?"

"Are you good friends with Ji Jin? When was the last time you communicated?"

A bunch of reporters asked questions at the same time noisily, but Shen Qingyu didn't hear any of them clearly, his head was full of black lines.

The organizer's staff hurriedly came out to preside over the order: "Could you please ask questions one by one?"

Wang Haiyang, as the manager of the club, also hastily expressed his opinion: "Can you please ask questions related to the game? We are athletes, and we will not answer messy questions."

Looking at this situation, Shen Qingyu understood what was going on.

After being managed by the staff, the reporters finally stopped being confused and began to ask questions in an orderly manner.

"Shen Qingyu, may I ask if you have confidence in tomorrow's game?"

"Yes, I have."

"So you think you are much stronger than your opponent, right?"

Shen Qingyu could hear the reporter's intention to make a fuss, and he didn't fall for it: "Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second."

"Then why do you say you have confidence? Did the organizer deliberately arrange weaker opponents for you in order to protect you?"

Before Shen Qingyu could speak, the staff of the organizer got angry first: "Which media are you from? What nonsense are you talking about? All the procedures of the competition are supervised by the national notary agency! We will sue you for spreading rumors like this!"

The event organizer is backed by many sports organizations and Jiangsu Satellite TV, and has a strong legal team.The reporter knew that he had said something wrong, and was immediately too frightened to say anything.

The reporters were deliberately digging holes for Shen Qingyu to jump in, so that they could write news.They wished that Shen Qingyu would speak harshly, so that if Shen Qingyu lost tomorrow, they could write a close-up of the handsome guy in the vase and get slapped in the face.Even if Shen Qingyu wins, as long as they portray Shen Qingyu's arrogance and arrogance, they will give the audience an expectation that Shen Qingyu will lose.

It's a pity that Shen Qingyu's attitude has always been calm and polite, which made them very boring.

Another reporter asked: "May I ask what is your goal in the competition? Or do you plan to enter the entertainment circle after getting more attention?"

Wang Haiyang frowned.Does this reporter know how hard it is for athletes to train?If you want to be in the entertainment industry, you can just go straight in. Who is willing to take this curve to save the country?

He was about to help Shen Qingyu block this question, but Shen Qingyu had already taken the microphone and replied: "Of course my goal in the game is to be the world champion."

There was an uproar below!

The reporters couldn't help but be overjoyed: world champion?This tone is crazy enough!Now some news materials are written!

After the interview, Wang Haiyang and Zuo Fengrui accompanied Shen Qingyu back to the waiting room.Wang Haiyang looked at Shen Qingyu with complicated emotions.

Before the game, Shen Qingyu had already gained attention that did not match his current performance by virtue of his MV shooting experience and superior appearance. Of course, there were many advantages, but the disadvantage was that some people somehow wanted to see his jokes and looked forward to him lose.

Wang Haiyang said worriedly: "Don't mind what those reporters said just now. I won't let you be interviewed again before the game."

Shen Qingyu shrugged: "It's okay."

He has never minded what others say about him. The biggest secret is to spend less time surfing the Internet. There is not enough time for daily training, feeding the cat, and spending time with Ji Jin. Time to see how others evaluate him?

His relaxed and calm attitude made both Wang Haiyang and Zuo Fengrui feel a lot easier.

Zuo Fengrui warned: "Go back and drink more water, replenish more carbs, don't think about anything, get a good sleep. I will pick you up tomorrow."

"Okay, coach."

On the last day before the competition, there is no training task, the only task is to maximize the recovery of physical strength.So Shen Qingyu took his things and went home.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Shen Qingyu went to bed and rested.

Ji Jin lay down with him, but because he went to bed much earlier than usual, and because he was more nervous than Shen Qingyu, he didn't fall asleep after lying down for two or three ten minutes.

Finally he couldn't help turning over, Shen Qingyu didn't know if he was still asleep, or was startled by him, and suddenly stretched out his arms to catch him.

Ji Jin rolled into Shen Qingyu's arms, blinked his black shiny eyes and asked him: "Xiaoyu, can you win the competition tomorrow?"

In the darkness, Shen Qingyu looked at him for a moment, and said softly, "Kiss me once, and I will win."

Ji Jin slowly moved closer to him, raised his face, and put his lips on his forehead.

Shen Qingyu shook his head: "Not enough."

Ji Jin then grabbed his hand and branded a devout kiss on the palm of his hand.

Shen Qingyu smiled.He hugged Ji Jin back into his arms: "Okay, I will definitely win. Sleep peacefully."