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

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After the live broadcast, He Qingyang took a shower and lay on the bed. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and he set an alarm for seven o'clock.

I heard that debt collectors will rush to collect debts and use all means to collect debts, so He Qingyang thinks that the money should be transferred to Jiang Sizhen as soon as possible.

It's funny to say, he has played professionally for more than 300 days, and most of the early waking ups that he has counted on this one hand have something to do with Jiang Sizhen.

He searched for the word 'loan usury' on Baidu on his mobile phone, and the miserable experience of the stranger made him sigh.

He remembered the expression and eyes on Jiang Sizhen's face when he asked him for a loan, it was so desperate, with some pleading and broken cans.

He Qingyang snorted coldly in his heart, he turned over unhappily on the bed, rattling the bed frame.

Desperate ass, he thought, no one forced him to borrow usury, he deserved it.

He Qingyang can be sure that Jiang Sizhen must owe more than 50 yuan.

What a loser.

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He Qingyang suffered from insomnia. He tossed and turned in bed but couldn't fall asleep. He could only stare at his beautiful 'wife' suffering.

His eye muscles became sore from staring for a long time, but his thoughts kept churning in his mind like a stimulant, causing landslides and tsunamis one after another.

In this situation where the body is exhausted but the mind is excited, it seems that his five senses have become much sharper, so that he can hear the faint voices coming from outside the door.

The voice was low and small, and the voice coming through the door seemed distorted, as if a ghost was whispering intimately in his ear.

He Qingyang was a little nervous, he clenched the quilt tightly, crumpling the bit of quilt in his hand.The heat in the quilt evaporated from the cotton wool to his face, making him feel bored and hot.

But he just pulled the quilt back and held his breath to listen to the faint voice.

The 'ghost' is speaking.The low voice came intermittently through the medium of the door, like cotton wool soaked in a layer of warm sunlight and moistened with water, becoming damp and cold.

He Qingyang couldn't help kicking the quilt, the quilt was covered with heat, making his back sticky and sweaty.

At this time, the key made a soft clicking sound when it was inserted into the lock, which was particularly harsh in the quiet space.

'Ghost', no, it should be Jiang Sizhen who came in.

He Qingyang didn't know what he was doing here, nor who he was talking to just now.He just calmed down his breathing in a very inexplicable and unfounded manner, and began to pretend to be asleep.

His chest rose and fell slightly, engulfed by the hot air in the quilt, which made his face feel uncomfortable like being burned.

When the rustling sound came, He Qingyang felt his soft bed quilt slightly collapsed.

He belatedly realized that Jiang Sizhen sat down on his bed.

This conclusion made him feel absurd and embarrassing in his heart.

His brain, which had read countless novels and TV dramas, was working at high speed, and countless clips flickered in his mind like a revolving lantern.

Most of the plots in romantic dramas like this happen between lovers. The hostess quietly tells the hostess when he is asleep, but the naive hostess always doesn’t know that the hostess is actually pretending to be asleep.

What a romantic love.He Qingyang sighed in his heart.

There was a slight sound from his bed, and it was Jiang Sizhen who suddenly moved his position.

He didn't know if it was He Qingyang's illusion, but he always felt that Jiang Si was really looking at him with very serious and fiery eyes.

The light and shallow breath lightly spread on He Qingyang's face, but it carried a heat that was different from the light and shallow breath.

He Qingyang's eyelids seemed to be bitten by mosquitoes, and he couldn't help trembling, trying to get rid of the scalp-numbing feeling of staring.

The scorching breath was getting closer and closer to He Qingyang, just when he hypocritically thought that Jiang Sizhen was going to do something to him, Jiang Sizhen suddenly stood up again.

When he straightened up, he said a word, which He Qingyang heard clearly.

He said, "I'm sorry."

Sorry shit.What's the use of saying I'm sorry, don't borrow usury if you have the ability, it's like an afterthought, no matter how loud you say it, it's just a fart.

Jiang Sizhen gently closed the door, as if no one had ever been in the room.

He Qingyang opened his eyes, and his out-of-focus eyes looked at the dark ceiling endlessly.After being messed up by Jiang Sizhen like this, he can't sleep at all now.

He opened a pair of painful insomnia eyes, and went to fish for the mobile phone beside the bed, trying to check the time.

He didn't touch the phone, but he did touch something light and light. Unlike the hard texture of the phone, this thing is more like a piece of paper, light and weightless.

He Qingyang half stood up, looked at it with drooping eyelids, it was indeed a piece of paper, folded and pressed under his mobile phone, it should have been put on it by Jiang Sizhen just now.

He slid to unlock the phone, and looked at the note with a little fluorescence on the phone screen.

"IOU..."

He Qingyang murmured, this is a 30 IOU with Jiang Sizhen's fingerprints and signature, and he promised to compensate him a certain amount of interest.

Before he had time to think, a text message alert sounded briskly.

"After three o'clock, who the hell sent me a message?" He Qingyang scratched his head in distress, and clicked on the text message.

This text message is not a rainstorm warning issued by the Meteorological Station and other early warning text messages, but a threatening text message sent to him by a person in his own name.

The target of intimidation was not He Qingyang, but Jiang Sizhen.

"Your friend's family owes me 67 yuan, pay me back as soon as possible! Also, I heard that your friend plays games? No wonder you are so young..."

Text messages came one after another, and the notification tone kept ringing.

He Qingyang muted the phone and threw it directly on the bedside table.The phone hit the bedside table, making a small sound.

What annoyance, he thought, at such a busy time in the Spring Split, Jiang Sizhen still has so many shit to worry about, and he transferred him a huge sum of 30 yuan, and he hasn't figured out how to deal with his parents.

Now he really wants to call back the phone number of that text message, and tell him viciously that if he wants money, he can go to Jiang Sizhen, and don't bother him all the time.

He sat on the bed for a while, but finally couldn't bear it.Still picked up the phone.

"I'm just a debt collector, and I don't know you young people who play games every day with good arms and legs, but I also know—"

"You play games with your hands, right?"

As the man said this, the malice in the words almost overflowed the screen.

"It is said that you have a good relationship with that kid, so do you want to see him become a disabled person?"

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