Lord Ji's little ancestor is wild and flirtatious

Chapter 52

He was the only one in the whole ward and the sound of the instrument's "dididi" seemed to quiet down instantly.

He pursed his lips, turned on his phone, clicked on Weibo, searched for the Kyoto competition area, clicked in, and watched.

Inside is a team competition, this kind of competition, as long as the number of teams does not exceed ten, even two people can participate in the competition.

The map is a tropical rainforest, and the beneficiary of this competition is AR digital, so all the players inside are wearing AR headsets, and a light curtain is covered in front of them.

Yan Su watched the video of the game, his eyes dimmed.

If he participated in the competition, he should not do this here. He would aim at the smoke bomb, hit the smoke bomb, use the smoke to cover up, escape to a high place, and start sniping.

Yan Su gestured, feeling a little lost.

Originally, he could also participate in this competition.

But now...

He looked at his injured hand and laughed to himself.

He doesn't regret saving people.

Really.

But every time he thinks of those people's malicious speculation about him on the Internet, he feels chills in his heart.

Yan Su turned off the game and simply stopped watching it.

The more I look at it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

Although he didn't care about what he said, no one knew that in order to participate in this competition, he had to rest for a few days a month, and the rest of the time was either in class or training.

He is looking forward to it.

But now he can't participate.

Maybe, I won't be able to participate in the future.

Yan Su swiped his phone to call messages, but there was no...

No missed calls from parents.

No answered calls from parents either.

His hands were useless, but they didn't make a single phone call.

"Is earning money that important?"

Yan Su murmured, as if a huge opening had been opened in his heart, and the cold wind was pouring into it, making his heart ache.

Bai Lu went downstairs to hail a taxi, took out her mobile phone and started coding. After a while, everything Yan Su saw appeared on her mobile phone.

"What is the host doing investigating these things?"

The system is a little confused.

But this Yan Su is really big-hearted, he went to watch the game with his hand injured, does he really not feel pity for himself at all?
"Because of him, he died of depression in his previous life."

Bailu replied to the system in his mind.

Everyone thinks he is heartless, it doesn't matter if he loses his career, loses his hobbies, or is insulted by others, he always acts carefree and fearless.

But in the end, Bailu saw the news that he was dead.

Died of depression.

At that time, she was shocked. Every time they met, he always looked very happy like that. Who would have thought that?
He would give up his life.

Therefore, in this life, she controls public opinion and wants to eliminate all possible sources of depression in him.

It's okay to watch the game, which proves that he cares about his hands, and she can help him heal his hands.

If it's just that, that's fine...

But Bai Lu faintly felt that it wasn't just such a thing.

"arrive."

The driver's words brought Bai Lu back to his senses, he paid the money and got out of the car, then went to knock on the door.

She came to Wei Heng's side.

As the adopted son of the Yan family.

Cough cough, how should I put it, she originally said she would come the next day, but she was so busy that she forgot.

Bailu, who was always on time, also felt a little ashamed.

The doorman quickly opened the door and saw her teasingly said, "Young Master Bailu is here. These days, the old man will be eager to see through."

"You always tell me why you haven't come yet."

White Deer: ...

Stop it, I'm so sorry.

Bailu smiled awkwardly, "Please lead the way."

"Okay, come with me."

The doorman led the white deer to Wei Heng's study. Wei Heng took medicine for two days, his body and spirit improved a lot, and now he can walk without support.

Cough is also obviously better.

He is sitting at the desk, writing calligraphy.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and looked over.

(End of this chapter)