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    Let go…

    Let go…

    The match ended, and Cen Xi was the first to get up and leave the seating area. You could tell from his back how angry he was.

    “Are you okay?” Wu Xinshen’s first words after the match.

    Wu Xinshen and Wu Xinming looked at Luo Yan with concern.

    In just one match, Luo Yan’s face became even paler, and cold sweat started to break out.

    “I’m okay.”

    Luo Yan held onto the table and struggled to get up. If conditions allowed, he wouldn’t want to make any movements and would just want to lie down.

    But… he couldn’t. He had to win one more match before he could rest.

    Winning this match was Luo Yan’s bare minimum requirement for himself, and he had to achieve it. Pain was nothing in the face of competition.

    “Okay? What are you okay with? You can what! It’s a good thing Zhu Zi had the foresight to find a substitute.”

    Wu Xinming really wanted to hit the stubborn Luo Yan, but in his current state, Wu Xinming was afraid that Luo Yan would faint if he hit him even once.

    “Xinming-ge, Xinshen-ge.” Luo Yan whispered their names, starting to show weakness, “Help me up.”

    “Ge what ge, I’m not your ge!”

    Although Wu Xinming said that, he consciously helped Luo Yan, while Wu Xinshen helped on the other side. The two of them supported Luo Yan as they walked off the stage.

    After walking down the stairs from the stage, they saw Cen Xi, who had left early.

    Cen Xi didn’t say a word. He walked over and hugged Luo Yan tightly, exerting force in his arms, hugging him tightly, and breathing heavily. His face was dark the entire time.

    “Don’t go on in the next match.”

    After Cen Xi placed Luo Yan on the sofa in the lounge, he said his first words to Luo Yan.

    After speaking, Cen Xi left the lounge, holding a bottle in his hand.

    “Gege, I want…” to go…

    Luo Yan looked at Cen Xi’s back. Gege must be very angry, but I really want to go, and I’m not in that much pain. Luo Yan felt inexplicably suffocated. He was in pain, and he wanted gege to care.

    He shouldn’t have hidden it from gege, but if gege knew, he would have immediately told me to leave the match and have the substitute go on. I want to play the match, but I don’t want to worry gege, so I have to hide it from gege.

    People are often contradictory, wanting people to care but not wanting them to worry about themselves.

    “Where’s Xi-ge?”

    Wu Xinming and Wu Xinshen didn’t see Cen Xi when they came in.

    “He went out.” Zhu Zi answered, “Qing Lu should go on in the next match. Luo Yan, you rest and take care of your health.”

    Zhu Zi sat down next to Luo Yan and gently tapped Luo Yan’s forehead, “As punishment for not eating, any objections?”

    How could there be none? Luo Yan lay on the sofa, pouting to express his dissatisfaction. He understood in his heart that the fault was his own. Without any backing, once he retorted, he would be criticized by everyone, so he chose to remain silent.

    “What’s wrong with Xi-ge again? He’s been acting strange since just now. His boyfriend is in trouble, and he’s still angry himself.” Wu Xinming was confused by Cen Xi’s series of actions. Cen Xi had always liked to settle scores later. Logically speaking, Cen Xi should be by Luo Yan’s side, comforting him.

    “Luo Yan hid the fact that he has a stomach problem from Xi-ge, right?” Wu Xinshen’s initial thoughts were exactly the same as Wu Xinming’s. He had completely forgotten that Cen Xi didn’t know about Luo Yan’s stomach problem and one other thing, and he only remembered it now. Cen Xi had amnesia and could be said to know nothing about Luo Yan.

    Luo Yan shrunk himself into a corner like a child who had done something wrong and nodded.

    “No wonder.” Wu Xinming finally reacted, suddenly realizing. He scratched his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed about his previous blame, and looked left and right. Huh? Where’s Qing Lu?

    “By the way, where did Qing Lu go again?” Wu Xinming changed the subject.

    “As soon as Cen Xi came off the stage, he ran over to get his phone and told Qing Lu to get ready to go on. He’s too nervous, so he went to the bathroom.” Zhu Zi replied.

    No wonder gege was breathing heavily when he hugged me just now. He went to arrange things first. Sure enough, gege won’t let me go on after he finds out.

    But I really want to go up and compete. Just one more win… It’s not that Luo Yan doesn’t trust Qing Lu’s ability, but he wants to end perfectly.

    Any player yearns for the arena. Every time they go on stage, they have a different experience. Luo Yan enjoys the excitement and glory that each match brings him.

    He looked at his hand. He had to eat properly next time.

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