[E-sports] On the road is not a two-way road!

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He Qingyang is not a stupid hopeless idiot, on the contrary, professional e-sports players like them almost all have sensitive|sensitive nerve endings, he just understood what happened in a split second.

This kind of thing is so common.Don't you also like to write all kinds of goofy novels?

It's the kind of goofy novel where the vicious male lead uses the female lead's nude photos to threaten the female lead to do this or that.

For money, Jiang Sizhen is like a cornered gambler, he really does everything he can, even colluding with the paparazzi to take this kind of photo.

He Qingyang didn't chase him out, and put himself in the shoes of others. If he was the one who took the sneak shot, he would have run away long ago after he's done.

He wiped his lips fiercely with his hands, his palms were hot and his lips were also hot from his rubbing, but he didn't care.

Because his heart is hotter and hotter, like a pool of fiery magma, just waiting to burst out and destroy his heart into barrenness.

"...You are really kind." He Qingyang panted heavily, and a blazing fire was ignited in his dark pupils.

His anger, his disbelief, all turned into powder in that crisp 'click'.

His shoulders suddenly deflated, and the hard skeleton of his whole body seemed to have turned into a puddle of soft mud—he was tired.

Today's high-intensity game and the confrontation with Jiang Sizhen after the game made him extremely tired.

What the hell are these things?He doesn't care who cares who he loves.

"Tell me, how much money do you want." He Qingyang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the fire in his eyes was gone, and there was nothing but a barrenness, just like his lips that were stained red from being kissed forcibly It's almost like the blood has faded.

He Qingyang can care about how much money Jiang Sizhen owes, and why Jiang Sizhen wants to win the championship; but he must care about his career——

He has not even won the championship once, and he is not reconciled to his hasty and embarrassing exit like this.

If Jiang Sizhen threatened him with their kissing photos, He Qingyang found sadly that he had no right to refuse at all.

In this social environment where the general public's acceptance of homosexuality is extremely low, if this kind of photo is exposed, He Qingyang can imagine what the result will be waiting for him.

To be hidden in the snow or to sit on the bench?

Either way, it was not the ending He Qingyang wanted.

"Not much." A pale blush appeared on Jiang Sizhen's face, like a newly married young daughter-in-law shy and embarrassed in front of her parents-in-law.

"I'm still 30 short."

Jiang Sizhen really didn't treat him as an outsider, and he wasn't polite to him, and he paid a huge sum of 30 yuan.

Jiang Sizhen is still underage, where did he owe so much money?

"Lend it to me first, and I will pay it back!" Jiang Sizhen leaned his back against the wall, and said anxiously, his eyes were red and filled with pleading, for fear that he would not lend him the 30 yuan.

How good at pretending.Jiang Sizhen is now a desperate young gambler forced by a huge loan, coercing He Qingyang to lend him money by various bad or pitiful means.

But why me?Why me?He Qingyang felt a little bored and wronged.

A professional player like them who has not made much of a name, only earns more than 2 yuan a month. Jiang Sizhen's words of "hohoho" and a few photos cost him a year's salary.

"You'd better return it." He Qingyang said sullenly, a few strands of slightly long hair leaked from his forehead, blocking his smooth forehead and eyes.

The atmosphere in the backstage became dull again, like thick and dirty ink dripping down, drowning the weak ants directly.

He Qingyang took out his mobile phone from his pocket, his actions were direct and rough, with a hostility that could not be vented on Jiang Sizhen.

There was a crisp sound of 'dong'.

Something was brought out by his vicious movement, and it fell into two pieces on the ground.

Through the dim light, He Qingyang saw the thing that fell on the ground.

That was a brand new lip balm.

Its hard outer wall shone with a metallic cold light, and a little white paste protruded from it, but it was stained with the dust on the ground and became dirty and dizzy.

He Qingyang realized belatedly that the lip balm that he should have thrown into the trash can was accidentally brought out by him, and fell into two pieces on the ground.

Jiang Sizhen's eyes were also concentrated on the tube of lip balm.As soon as their eyes met, He Qingyang, as if being burned by fire or being injured by electricity, lost sight of the stress and stopped looking at the poor corpse of the stick of lip balm on the ground.

"...You dropped your things," Jiang Sizhen said hesitantly, "Don't you want to pick them up?"

Jiang Si really moved his hands, as if he wanted to help He Qingyang pick up the lip balm.

He Qingyang's bad nature is now reflected again, and he said in an almost mean tone: "Garbage should stay on the ground."

"Why should I pick up the unwanted garbage?" He Qingyang's tone was very aggressive, his words were straightforward and naked, like steel needles with penetrating power.

He stretched out his foot to step on the lip balm that was broken in two, and he used all his strength until he felt the pain through the thick soleplate of his boots, before he released his strength slightly.

"It wasn't garbage, but its owner didn't want it, so it became garbage." He Qingyang hooked his lips contemptuously, and smiled sarcastically at Jiang Sizhen, "I think people are like this, what do you think?"

I treat you as a friend, I can pamper you within my bottom line, but what if you are not my friend anymore?

——Which onion are you?

"...I will transfer the money to you later," He Qingyang suppressed the disgust in his heart, and said, "In exchange, you have to delete that kind of photo—"

"Yangzi, Leif! Let's go, don't go whispering in any corner!"

Hao Ren's unique loud voice sounded outside, and He Qingyang kicked the lip balm under his feet towards Jiang Sizhen.

"Let's go." He said, with a sense of carefree aftermath.

"do not--"

Jiang Sizhen suddenly stopped him, and He Qingyang turned his head impatiently. He frowned and warned, "If you have any other fucking things, you'd better tell them all at once..."

He Qingyang curled his lips unhappily.

"Can you..." Jiang Sizhen pursed his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled down, "Can you not tell them."

Oh shit, Jiang Sizhen, the little bastard who borrows money from usury, still has the nerve to talk?Still have the face not to let other people in WG know?

"Row."

"I won't tell them, but if you have such a 'good thing' in the future, don't come to me."

He Qingyang paused before saying: "I'm poor, I can't afford your high loan."

"Go ask your parents to pay back the money."

He Qingyang strode out of the small backstage. The incandescent lights in the venue were so dazzling that He Qingyang's eyes hurt.

He closed his eyes slightly, but felt the fine water seeping out from the closed pupils, slowly wet his eyelashes and cheeks.

[The author has something to say: A small abuse will make you happy, but a big abuse will hurt your body.This kind of little abuse is just right (˙︶˙)]