After the discussion, Fang Jia went to the places where Qiao Qing often ate and drank to conduct a blanket search. Other team members, including He Rongqing, searched everywhere in the streets.
Because he wanted to enter the game city, He Rongqing took out a customized mask from his pocket, revealing only a pair of delicate and evil eyes, surrounded by an aura of keeping strangers away.
He works efficiently and has a good memory. He scans the items with his eyes and immediately skips items with the wrong color of clothes or hairstyle.
With his long legs, he can walk through a medium-sized game city in just three minutes.
The little boy, Fatty and the substitutes were running around outside, while he was walking carelessly, thinking about something.
The e-sports world has also been contaminated by the ethos of a certain circle. Most of them are not pure e-sports fans and have various prejudices against female players.
Qiao Qing has indeed had a hard time walking on this road, and her ranking has not improved much recently, which has always been a heavy stone in her heart.
It's because he cares too little.
But he has a cold temperament, and he really doesn't know how to coax girls, and he has to do so skillfully without showing any ambiguity.
If his little girl was cute, he would totally tease and praise her, but for other girls, it was too easy to cause misunderstandings.
Even his stupid Qingmei has never been able to understand his feelings.
Thinking about it, He Rongqing passed by a bar named "Second Half", and the steps he was about to take suddenly stopped.
In just two seconds, he walked in. His black attire, untainted temperament, and mysterious eyes immediately attracted some attention.
Interested and appreciative.
But he spared not even a glance, as if his eyes were filled with air.
When his eyes fell on a limp body, he stopped suddenly.
"Qiao Qiao." As he approached, his voice was low and melodious. Accompanied by the loud music, it reached someone's ears and penetrated into someone's heart.
He stood tall and straight, standing in the middle of the crowd, as if he stood out from the crowd.
His temperament is fresh and clean, and his brows have a cold air that cannot be dispersed.
The limp body seemed to hear it and trembled slightly, but as if it didn't believe it, it didn't have the courage to raise its head to check.
"How can you bear to leave us?" A certain man who didn't know how to coax girls said something he thought was sensational.
Unexpectedly, she was really moved.
He lazily straightened up and looked back, his eyes stained with dizziness could not help but feel the sourness seeping into the depths of his heart when he touched the person he longed for.
Perhaps he was drunk, perhaps not sober, or perhaps he had already wanted to do this. Qiao Qing took two steps, then three, and pounced towards him with unsteady steps.
He Rongqing could not be indifferent to a drunk person. When he saw that she was about to fall, he firmly held her body to help her maintain balance.
As if she felt his concern, she didn't care about anything and fell into his arms.
Too fragile to look like, sobbing and trembling under the vibrating music.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Qiao Qing murmured in a low voice, her voice weak, changing from her usual coldness and calmness.
He Rongqing said nothing, didn't push her away, and didn't hug her back.
Hug her? Doesn’t that make your confession cold
Listening to her talking about the trouble she had brought to the team, she originally didn't want to pay attention to it, but the person behind her who really couldn't stand it said coldly: "You are not bad at all. The people I selected will never do it. Difference."
(End of chapter)