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

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Jiang Sizhen didn't say what happened later, he stood there with his mouth tightly pursed, the air was heavy and stuffy.

"That's it...my story is like this." He said in a low voice, his voice slipped shallowly, obviously there was no emotion in his voice, but He Qingyang knew it.

He is sad.

Jiang Si was really sad.

This recognition made He Qingyang's heart throb, and the sour emotion slowly filled his heart.

He also felt a little uncomfortable.

He didn't know how much effort it took Jiang Sizhen to get to where he is today.

He wants to stand on the stage because he loves this game, the game that always brings him passion and joy; and what about Jiang Sizhen?

He loves the game too, but it's his own isolation that drives him to where he is today.

Jiang Sizhen is different from He Qingyang. He Qingyang has a way out, but Jiang Sizhen does not.

Behind Jiang Sizhen, there was only a surging sea wave, coaxing him to stop, and then he was swept away by the wave and swallowed silently.

He could only go forward, even though the road ahead was covered with thorns and thorns, all kinds of traps made his head bleed, he could only drag his tired legs, endure the pain, and walk forward step by step.

Such Jiang Sizhen, why did he give up his future in WG for a father like him? !

He Qingyang hated iron for being weak, but seeing Jiang Sizhen's pale cheeks, his tone eased.

He hugged Jiang Sizhen, resting his chin on his shoulder, he could feel the slight trembling of the body he hugged.

Jiang Sizhen is taller than him, and He Qingyang needs to tiptoe to give him such a dependent hug.

Jiang Sizhen's heart is sensitive and fragile now, and he needs such a person to rely on him so that he will not have the kind of emptiness and confusion that can overwhelm everything.

"Everything is over..." He Qingyang patted him on the back reassuringly, "We are still fine now, aren't we?"

"that's enough."

"No, no no—" Jiang Sizhen suddenly raised his head and looked at He Qingyang.

His clear and bright eyes were like black ink, and he stared at He Qingyang without blinking, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his heart.

"It's me... I'm sorry for you."

He lowered his eyelids sadly, like a dying butterfly retracting its magnificent butterfly wings.

"If I hadn't asked you to borrow money, if I hadn't been unable to restrain my joy and said goodbye to you, if, if I hadn't known you..."

Jiang Sizhen's voice was soft, for fear of breaking everything in front of him.

"Will you not be suspended?"

He opened his eyes to look at He Qingyang, but there was no spirit in his pupils, filled with a lifeless white-gray.

He Qingyang was extremely angry.

This Jiang Sizhen, why does he like to take the blame on himself so much?

He raised his head and turned Jiang Sizhen's face, so that his unfocused pupils faced his own.

He Qingyang's usual teasing eyes sank, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, which was unbelievably serious.

"What I say, you think it's your fault...then I have nothing to say."

He Qingyang let out a long breath, and the white smoke-like air flow spread in the cold air.

He was ruthless, held Jiang Sizhen's face and kissed him.

A 19-year-old has never done anything like this.Immediately, a scorching blush crawled from the neck to the roots of the ears.

Jiang Sizhen's lips are always dry.

He Qingyang sticks out his tongue and licks his tongue, Jiang Sizhen's lips tremble a few times.

He Qingyang became very playful, Jiang Sizhen took the initiative every time he talked to Jiang Sizhen, now it's his turn to take the initiative, right?

Even if he has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs running, right?

Jiang Sizhen didn't push him away in anger, and He Qingyang just kicked his nose and face intensified.

Jiang Sizhen's face became hot, and even He Qingyang's fingers became hot.

He Qingyang gently and patiently licked Jiang Sizhen's lips over and over again until the lips of both of them became wet.

Then, very abruptly, He Qingyang stopped his movements.

He still hugged Jiang Sizhen, but let go of his lips.

Jiang Sizhen opened his eyes in doubt, and saw He Qingyang's shining eyes staring at him, and his lips were also shining, rosy and shiny, pulling suspicious liquid.

"You have nothing to do to me, Jiang Sizhen." He Qingyang called him, eyebrows and eyes curved, the young man's stern jaw softened, with a smile like a spring breeze.

"I like you," he said. "It's none of your business that I get suspended."

After struggling for a long time, He Qingyang was finally able to face Jiang Sizhen and say that sentence calmly.

"this is not your fault."

Everything is not your fault.

"It's my fault, I blamed you."

Jiang Sizhen looked at him without saying a word, but the reddening eyes showed the master's mood.

"……and then?"

After a long time, Jiang Sizhen asked him with red eyes.

He Qingyang was stunned: "Then, what then?"

This time it was Jiang Sizhen's turn to smile. He stretched out his fingers to trace the outline of He Qingyang's facial features. The smile was unprecedentedly relaxed and comfortable, and it dazzled He Qingyang.

"Fool."

Jiang Sizhen lowered his head, and bit He Qingyang's lip lightly. It didn't hurt at all, but He Qingyang felt numb as if his whole body was electrified.

"The interface should not be like this," He Qingyang was in a daze, and Jiang Sizhen just listened softly, "I'll teach you."

Extraordinarily frivolous and ambiguous.

Before He Qingyang could say anything in the future, Jiang Sizhen's tongue quietly slipped in.

Lip|chi depend on each other, that's how it is.

He Qingyang never admits that he is still a pure virgin, even though his cheeks are full of seductive blush.

He was almost like a clumsy child, following Jiang Sizhen's guidance, stumbling around.

Did Jiang Si really drink?He Qingyang's head was short of oxygen, he thought in a daze, otherwise how could he explain that he seemed drunk now.

His breathing was not smooth, and his heart was beating extremely fast, almost jumping out of his chest uncontrollably.

Jiang Sizhen also hugged He Qingyang back.He hugged him very tightly, his thin arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, as if he was afraid that He Qingyang would sneak away.

He Qingyang couldn't breathe.

bang——

The sound of something falling to the ground.

Only then did Jiang Sizhen let go of He Qingyang, and he looked towards the source of the voice.

It was Song Chunan.

He threw the beer bottle on the ground with a sullen face, and the yellow beer that was still bubbling meandered on the ground.

"Jiang Sizhen, you have the guts."

Song Chunan's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.He originally thought that people like Jiang Sizhen should be easy to deal with, but he was wrong.

On the second day of the Chinese New Year, he went to pick up Jiang Sizhen, but learned that Jiang Sizhen had run away from home; now he came to block Jiang Sizhen, but saw him confiding in another man, completely treating him as air.

Except for Jiang Sizhen's shrunken expression when he saw him, Song Chunan really thought that Jiang Sizhen had forgotten him.

Song Chunan smiled deeply, the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, with a dangerous arc.

"Looks like we all misjudged you—"

"Jiang Sizhen, you are actually very smart."