After clearly sleeping all night, Yan Junyu felt extremely tired. He resigned as the chief referee of the martial arts competition, and took advantage of the privilege to book the box that Qi Ze had originally booked. When he opened the door, Qi Ze was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking down at the stage, his slender figure shrouded in a half-dark halo, looking so lonely.
At this moment, the boy in the dream almost overlapped with him, causing Yan Junyu to stop abruptly.
"It's you?" Qi Ze turned around when he heard the movement, with a happy smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Yan Junyu's eyes met with him, and then he woke up from the trance. For some reason, the memories that he thought he had long forgotten came to him at this moment, and it was very clear. How did the young man hold himself back and say he liked it, and how did he pray for a chance for him. His eager expression, glowing eyes, and eager smile have now been concealed in a blissful but bland courtesy.
Two months was enough for him to get out of his obsession.
He was more sensible than he thought.
Yan Junyu should have felt relieved, but his heart was empty. He said abruptly, "It's me." Then he was speechless.
"Aren't you the chief referee?" Qi Ze sat down on the single-seat sofa by the window. In order to avoid embarrassment, he had to lower his head and fiddle with his brain. He is an upright face control, thinking that when he was still domineering in the sect, he collected many beautiful pets around him, and there are not many who can compare with Yan Junyu.
The other party wore a pure white military uniform with a black belt around his waist, snow-white gloves, and close-fitting military boots. When he stopped there, it was a hormone transmitter. His face was already extremely handsome, and coupled with his noble and unparalleled temperament, it was no wonder that he was rated as the first of the top ten golden bachelors in the empire.
Although she has decided to give up, she still can't help but take a few more glances at the moment. Qi Ze pursed his lips, trying to restrain his desire to turn his head.
Yan Junyu took a seat opposite the boy, and because his legs were too long, his military boots almost touched his toes. This distance was too close for a vigilant soldier, but it made him suddenly feel at ease.
Qi Ze shrank his legs quietly, his fingertips poking back and forth on his brain, as if he was busy.
"I just woke up, and I haven't recovered yet, so I don't have the energy to be the referee. What are you looking at?" Yan Junyu tried to strike up a conversation.
"There seems to be a problem with my personal web page. I can't choose an avatar, I can only use the default photo." Qi Ze really couldn't do anything about these program codes.
Yan Junyu leaned forward, looked at his brain, and said in a soft voice, "You are a junior user and don't have this permission. If you want to change photos, you have to upgrade."
Personal web pages do need to be upgraded to have more permissions, but changing avatars is the basic right of every user. However, Qi Ze didn't seem to understand this, and suddenly realized, "No wonder the avatar I just changed was quickly blocked. It turned out to be an upgrade." He nodded solemnly, and then received a few upgrade tasks.
A smile flashed in Yan Junyu's eyes quickly, and then disappeared in time. While leaning over to check Zhinao, he moved the chair forward, getting closer to Qi Ze, and the two of them changed from sitting opposite each other to sitting next to each other. Outside the terrace is the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, but his heart is extremely peaceful, as if he has long been used to quietly accompanying the teenager, watching him play games, watching him in a daze, watching him play with his brain.
Qi Ze felt a thorn in his back. Due to the height difference between the two, Yan Junyu could easily see his brain screen without turning his head. In order to protect his privacy, he had to stop.
"Have you recovered yet?" He was speechless.
"Recovered, thank you for the flowers you sent." Yan Junyu focused his eyes.
"No thanks." Qi Ze was at a loss for words. He actually didn't know Yan Junyu at all, let alone how to get along with him. His love for him is entirely based on saving grace and good looks, and is very superficial.
"I heard that you were also seriously injured? Are you feeling better now?" Yan Junyu wanted to ask for a long time, but he never had the chance. After learning what happened, he immediately put pressure on the Neptune Supreme Court, hoping that they would make a fair judgment as soon as possible.
Qi Ze touched the robe he was wearing, and said with a guilty conscience, "It's healed without any sequelae." Then there was another awkward silence.
Yan Junyu nodded, and then fell silent. He had never tried to strike up a conversation with anyone, and there were many things he had thought about before he came, but he couldn't say anything when he came to the end. Especially when he found out that Qi Ze's infatuation with him was a thing of the past, and now he just wanted to keep a distance from him, an indescribable sense of frustration flooded his heart. But his intuition told him that Qi Ze must have something to do with the two months of memory he lost.
Suppressing his urgency, he picked up the remote control and turned on the holographic screen hanging in mid-air, which instantly filled the room with the commotion on the battlefield, and also diluted the stagnant atmosphere.
Qi Ze secretly sighed in relief, then turned on his brain and called up many battle videos to watch. The roar of artillery fire kept ringing in his ears, making it difficult for Yan Junyu not to pay attention, not to mention that once he got close to Qi Ze, his eyes would involuntarily focus on him.
"What are you looking at?" he asked in a low voice.
Qi Ze replied without looking up, "Look at the previous battle records of the players."
Yan Junyu understood, "Do you want to bet?"
"Yeah, I'm short of money recently." Qi Ze admitted generously. The money can never be saved in his hands, and as much as he gets, he can squander as much as he can change hands. Originally, Ouyang Ye's odds were very high, and he bet all his funds on him, but the bookmaker quickly adjusted the odds, which greatly reduced his income. If he doesn't want to make some quick money, he can't even buy nutrient solution.
"You can spend money very well." Yan Junyu laughed in a low voice, and then realized that his tone was too familiar, as if he knew Qi Ze very well.
Qi Ze glanced at him in surprise, then lowered his head and continued to watch the video, not intending to speak to him.
Yan Junyu was annoyed in his heart, and in order to cover up his embarrassment, he had to pour a glass of red wine and drink it lightly. He originally stared at the holographic screen in front of him, but before he knew it, he shifted his gaze and stared at Qi Ze for a split second. When he sees him curling his lips, it means disdain; when he sees him raising his eyebrows, it means he is concerned or interested; when he sees him unconsciously tapping his forehead with his fist, it means he is distressed for lack of money. Yan Junyu knew what emotion his every subtle expression would express, and he could interpret it almost without thinking. This is obviously not the state you should have when facing a stranger, but more like a close friend who has known each other for a long time.
The desire to talk to the teenager overshadowed everything. He forgot the previous embarrassment and tried to find topics that the other party might be interested in.
"Have you made a bet? There are 20 minutes left before the game, and the bookmaker will close the website soon." He slowly poured a glass of red wine and handed it to the boy.
"I'm still thinking about it." Qi Ze was full of confusion. Let him evaluate the quality of the weapon, and he will definitely look at it; let him predict the result of the power user's battle, but it is equivalent to being blinded. As a weapon refiner of Zhan Wu Scum, he has always used all kinds of magic weapons to smash enemies to death, not to mention martial arts at all. Yesterday I made ten bets. Except for Ouyang Ye's one, I lost all the other nine, and almost lost all the principal.
"Who did you bet?" Suddenly remembering the identity of the person in front of him, Qi Ze raised his head, his eyes shining.
Finally caught the attention of the teenager, Yan Junyu was full of joy, and said casually, "I have been blacklisted by the gaming company for a long time, and I can't bet."
"Why?" Qi Ze licked his lips, looking at the other party like he was looking at the God of Wealth. Being banned from gambling by the gaming company is either too powerful or loves a thousand. Betting on the event is not worth a thousand, that is, the vision is too accurate, and the winning is too cruel.
It seems that he saw the star coin symbol in the bright and unusual eyes of the young man. Yan Junyu almost laughed softly, and then suddenly realized: this expression is too familiar, as if he has seen it many times. He suppressed the sudden throbbing, and said slowly, "Because I have wagered seventy-six in a row, won all of them, and took almost all the winnings, which caused strong dissatisfaction with the gaming company. Since then, I have been on the Blacklisted and prohibited from participating in any form of gambling."
He raised his wrist to show his brain and continued, "Look, I can't open the bookmaker's betting website at all."
Qi Ze hurried over and saw that the gaming company's web page had turned gray, with a red circle marked in the middle, with the word "prohibited" written on it. This treatment is simply too awesome, how much money did you have to win to make this happen? He rolled his eyes and tentatively said, "How about you bet with my brain? Five or five cents of the winnings?"
Yan Junyu almost agreed, and after seeing the eager eyes of the young man, he pressed down. When the teenager responded to his own words, or gave a little enthusiasm, he found that he was so happy, as if he had been ignored for a long time, but one day he was finally recognized.
If the promise is too straightforward, it will be thrown away after use, right? Thinking like this, he shook his head and said, "I don't like gambling."
"Betting more than 70 times, you told me you don't like gambling?" Qi Ze didn't believe it at all.
"It was just too boring at the time." Yan Junyu smiled lightly.
Qi Ze recovered to a certain level of cultivation, and his flamboyant temperament was slowly revealed. What's more, he didn't want to pester each other anymore, so he didn't need to maintain a good image, and continued to persuade, "When will you feel bored? Anyway, there are still a few days left in the game, let me know when you are bored, how about I bet? ? We won four or six points, you six and I four, is that enough?"
"I'm very busy." Yan Junyu lowered his head and sipped his wine, suppressing the urge to laugh.
Qi Ze has just spent a huge sum of money, and there is still a lot of inventory piled up in the shopping cart. Besides, he has now opened his spiritual eyes and has spiritual consciousness, and the chance of picking up leaks has increased to 100%. Naturally, he wants to buy more things. "Lack of money and crazy" is not an exaggeration. He gritted his teeth for a moment, and You said, "It doesn't take time to make a bet, you help me predict a few sets of results, and I will give you 70% of the winning money. If you have more money, why don't you make money? Did you listen? I've heard a saying - if the heavens give you what you get, you will be blamed; if the times don't work, you will be blamed instead?"
When he said this, he used the Haihuangxing accent, but Yan Junyu asked back in the capital accent, "I haven't heard of it, what do you mean?" It's also an incomprehensible ancient text, and most people don't quote it, I'm afraid it's just a word. I don't understand.
Qi Ze was immediately led astray, and replied in a local accent that was already engraved in his bones, "It means: God wants to give you something good, if you don't take it, you will be punished; if the time comes, if you don't act, you will suffer in the end. Your vision. It’s very accurate and has strong analytical skills. Isn’t it right and proper to use it to make money? You have already quit gambling, but you happened to meet me, and I made the same proposal just now. This is the windfall that God gave you. Opportunity will only make you suffer. Do you understand?"
"I don't understand." Yan Junyu was calm on the surface, but his heart was turbulent. Follow the sky, this is the so-called teaching of Taoism, right? The ancient rhythm of the words in the dream is also really ringing in the ears, if the boy with the choked words is not Qi Ze, who can it be
Qi Ze spent a long time talking and didn't impress Young Master Yan, so he rolled his eyes obscurely. Well, the other party has money, power and appearance, and his ability is very strong. Naturally, he doesn't care about these idiots, so he doesn't force it. He wants to stop and close the website of the betting station, so as not to lose money.
The "stubborn" Yan Junyu suddenly held his wrist, gently pulled the person to his side, reopened the website, selected a few groups of players with higher odds, and bet most of the funds. Qi Ze struggled reflexively, realized what he wanted to do, and immediately obeyed.
"Why are you only betting on six sets? It's too little!" He shook his head and invested all the remaining funds.
Yan Junyu explained patiently, "Betting on these six groups is enough, the odds are high, and you can earn a lot. If you bet on all the groups, you will also be blacklisted within a few hours. Make money slowly and slowly, don't kill the chicken to get the eggs."
"You're right. Let's continue betting tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, shall we?" Qi Ze climbed up the pole.
Yan Junyu took retreat as his approach, "I may not be free in the next few days."
"Then you add me as a friend, let me know when you are free, and I'll be there when I'm called." Qi Ze grinned and showed a pleasing smile.
Yan Junyu was full of joy, but his face was very flat, and he said "um" inadvertently, and then quickly added friends. Thinking of the bet list he saw on Qi Zezhi's head, he continued, "You don't dare to bet on others, but there is a lot of money bet on Ouyang Ye. It seems that you have confidence in him."
"He will win." Qi Ze nodded firmly.
Yan Junyu suddenly lost interest in talking. He picked up the remote control and turned up his voice a little. Ouyang Duanhua's cold and handsome face appeared on the screen. He is preparing for the next game, and his opponent is a fifth-level peak wood-type ability user, and his strength is not weak.
The audience was obviously more optimistic about Ouyang Duanhua, and spontaneously stood up and called his name in unison, and played a "must win" light band.
Qi Ze pursed his lips and looked disdainful.
Yan Junyu commented, "Ouyang Duanhua is a dual-type power user of ice and wind. He is good at fast attack, and his style of play is very similar to Ouyang Ye. But the difference is that his defense is very strong, and the ice-type power is continuously compressed and condensed. Refinement can form a layer of light armor on the surface of the body, the hardness is comparable to that of alloy. In comparison, Ouyang Ye is not superior in both strength and speed, limited by the level gap, and the durability of the battle is also slightly lacking. Worse Yes, poor defense is his weakness, but he doesn't know how to evade, instead he just attacks..."
Qi Ze, who was protecting the calf, couldn't listen anymore and interrupted, "So you think Ouyang Ye will definitely lose?"
Yan Junyu shook his head, "No, on the contrary, I think he will win."
"why?"
"Because our future is already doomed, but he is unknown." Yan Junyu pondered, "Unknown is the most difficult to control and the most difficult to predict. When the two of them meet, I will not be surprised if any reversal occurs."
Qi Ze was finally satisfied and reiterated, "Ouyang Ye will win."
Yan Junyu's lips curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes.
During the conversation between the two, the game officially started, and Ouyang Duanhua was really good at fast breaks. As soon as he came up, he froze the entire field, making the opponent's movements slow, and then summoned ice picks that pierced the sky one after another. He attacked very ruthlessly, specifically attacking vital points, but in just a short while, the neck, thigh, and shoulder socket of the wood-type ability user were pierced, and his body was covered in blood. The bright red blood spots, the frost-white field, and the strong color contrast made the audience go into a frenzy. The deafening applause could not cover up the muffled sound of the ice picks piercing the flesh, and many more ice picks attacked the stands and were blocked by a layer of energy shield.
The host obviously appreciates Ouyang Duanhua's game style. The commentary is very fast, and the exaggerated rhetoric is spit out like a cannonball. And Ouyang Duanhua lived up to expectations. It only took ten minutes to knock out his opponent and left the arena with an indifferent expression.
Immediately, several medical staff ran up and took away the wood-type power user who was lying in a pool of blood for treatment. The host originally wanted to interview him for a few words, but he couldn't catch anyone, so he had to ask the cameraman to photograph Ouyang Ye who was standing on the sidelines.
Ouyang Ye put his arms around his chest, tucked his sword under his armpits, and leaned against the wall lazily. He seemed to disdain Ouyang Duanhua's performance, rolled his eyes, raised his hand, and picked his nostrils.
The host was a little speechless, and asked Yan Bo, the guide in the field, with a smile, "Mr. Yan, if Ouyang Duanhua and Ouyang Ye meet, who do you think will win?"
Yan Bo's rhetoric is almost identical to Yan Junyu's previous evaluation, and finally asserted, "I am more optimistic about Ouyang Duanhua. The two great realms are not so easy to cross."
The camera shifted, and I gave Ouyang Ye a close-up. I saw him digging out his ears, blowing a breath, and then sneering, looking very beating. But this time, there were very few spectators cheering him. Even if he had a bad mouth and a bad temper, no one could deny his extraordinary talent.
Yan Junyu, who has always been polite and polite, suddenly said, "He is easily beaten like this."
"Ah? Yes." Qi Ze had to nod his head, and then said, "But I think he's so good that he doesn't need to change." Compared with Ouyang Ye, the former Young Master Qi will only be more flamboyant.
"Do you like this type?" Yan Junyu turned to look at him, his eyes focused.
"I like it. It's not tiring to live like this."
"Just like this way of living?"
"right."
At the end of the conversation, Yan Junyu's originally frowning brows slowly loosened, and then he continued to look at the screen. After Ouyang Duanhua finished the competition, he went up to several groups of players, of which two groups were exactly the games he was optimistic about and bet on, and the results were not bad at all. Hearing Qi Ze muttering "I made money" with a smile, he felt happy again.
After two more games, it was finally Ouyang Ye's turn. Because of his understanding of the power of the elements, the rest of the contestants will inevitably be tied up in a fight with him and cannot let go. Wounded by other power users, they can be cured by conventional means; if injured by him, the residual elemental power in the wound will cause secondary damage to the player's body, and the subsequent treatment is also very troublesome. If you are not careful, you will be half dead and half disabled, which is very dangerous.
As soon as he came up, he attacked violently, not giving the opponent a chance to breathe at all. The fire dragon soaring into the sky almost burned the energy shield through a large hole. The audience likes to watch this kind of fierce competition, with applause and applause one after another. At the same time, the number of his fans has also increased steadily, and he has become a favorite to win the championship before the battle is over, ranking on the same level as Ouyang Duanhua.
"His style of play already has a very strong personal style, but his strategy is slightly lacking and his pace is messy. If he trains systematically, he can improve greatly. I want to see where he can go. It's my business card, you give it to him, if you are confused about fighting skills, you can come to me at any time." Seeing Qi Ze staring at the screen, his eyes full of concern and approval, Yan Junyu felt a little tight in his chest. He handed out a golden business card and said politely, "See you next time."
"Wait, divide the spoils first and then leave." Qi Ze hurriedly reached out his hand to stop him.
"Split the spoils?" Yan Junyu raised his eyebrows.
Qi Ze immediately changed his words, "split the money." Then Luo opened his backstage and allocated 70% of the bonus that had just been credited. However, even so, there is still a lot of money left, enough for him to buy up the selected inventory. He hurriedly opened the shopping website, poked with his sallow fingertips, and the prompt sound of "Successful transaction" sounded one after another. The seven-digit amount instantly became six-digit, and after half a minute it became five-digit. clear.
Next is the warning sound of "I'm sorry, your balance is not enough", which sounded several times before hearing Qi Ze's regretful sigh.
Yan Junyu, who had already reached the door, suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked over with complicated and unspeakable eyes. Such a picture was clearly the first time he had seen it, but it gave him a strong sense of familiarity. After a long pause, he said softly, "When shopping, make allowances for living expenses first, so as not to starve." After speaking, a stronger sense of familiarity came over him, as if he had warned the young man like this countless times.
"Understood, see you tomorrow." Qi Ze waved his hands absently. After getting to know each other closely, Yan Junyu was not as cold as he imagined, and he was a bit mother-in-law.
Yan Junyu helped his forehead helplessly, then stepped forward, brushed the young man's brain with his own brain, and said cautiously, "See you tomorrow."
With a crisp sound, Qi Ze clicked on the message and found that the other party had transferred twenty star coins to him, just enough to buy the nutrient solution for tonight and tomorrow morning.
Qi Ze: "..."