Chapter 35 Ouch, I'm injured.

Inside the private rooms of the Messiah Club, the sound of dice being rolled never stopped; there was only one rare quiet spot.

Just then, a gentle and pleasant male voice entered between the two, like a sudden, refreshing rain.

Under the indoor incandescent light, Luo Qing's slender raven feathers cast a gloomy shadow over her eyes.

Luo Qing stepped forward and patiently comforted Cong Chun. The boy's palm naturally covered Cong Chun's back, and it seemed that he could feel the boy's prominent spine through the thin fabric.

"A balanced diet will help you grow taller."

For some reason, Luo Qing found Cong Chun in front of her very interesting.

He looks a bit silly and his clothes are rather unfashionable, but he's so well-behaved that you can't help but want to touch him.

Cong Chun nodded seriously, indicating that he had taken the words to heart.

Grandma tells him to eat properly, and he does. He can eat two bowls of white rice in one meal.

Alarm bells went off in Duan Mingxiao's mind. The boy's lips tightened as he looked at the two of them, his dark eyes almost black.

He's not stupid. Even if he's never been in a relationship, he's at least seen people run.

Luo Qing's behavior was very unusual and something was wrong.

Especially when Duan Mingxiao saw Cong Chun give Luo Qing a faint smile, the young master didn't know what was wrong with him.

A slight stinging pain came from deep inside, and the veins on the back of my hand bulged as I gripped the cue stick tightly.

The noisy laughter and merriment were completely unbearable; for a moment, even breathing felt like a burning pain.

Suddenly, a thought arose in Duan Mingxiao's mind: he hated anyone getting close to Cong Chun.

Acting? Anyone can do that.

The young master glared fiercely at Luo Qing's back, as if he were about to burn a hole through it with flames.

Cong Chun really liked his new friend and learned that his name was Luo Qing, that he was an actor, and that he was actually a senior at Yenching University.

Luo Qing invited Cong Chun to play a game of billiards, and Cong Chun readily agreed.

However, apart from the cue stick in Cong Chun's hand, all the other cues were already in use.

Luo Qing frowned slightly, looking somewhat troubled, but her eyes kept drifting towards Duan Mingxiao.

"Cong Chun, I don't have a golf club."

Cong Chun only knew Duan Mingxiao here. After hearing Luo Qing's words, he pondered for a moment and came to Duan Mingxiao.

The boy had a thin chin, and his skin was dazzlingly white under the light. His tone was somewhat pleading, and it was unclear whether the young master would agree to lend it to Luo Qing.

"Young Master, may I lend Luo Qing your golf club for a moment?"

Duan Mingxiao revealed an innocent smile. The young master had one hand in his pocket, leaned down, and his gaze was at the same level as Cong Chun's.

A fiercely aggressive yet beautiful face suddenly approached, and Cong Chun unconsciously took a step back, only to find that her shoulder was firmly pressed down by Duan Mingxiao's palm.

"Didn't you say you weren't going to talk to me?"

Duan Mingxiao's voice was magnetic and alluring, his deep eyes fixed on Cong Chun in front of him.

Cong Chun touched his ear sheepishly. The young master was too close to him now, and he could smell the perfume the young master had just worn when he went out. The cool and slightly astringent scent was refreshing.

Cong Chun awkwardly looked away and offered a soft, sophistry.

No.

【That heartless little idiot Chun.】

Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow, deciding not to make things difficult for him any longer. The young master readily handed the cue to Cong Chun, but his tone was so subdued that it was hard to discern any emotion in his voice.

"I'm not the kind of person who's stingy, of course I can."

[Heh, you scheming green tea bitch, just you wait!]

A hint of confusion flashed in Cong Chun's eyes. Why did the young master keep mentioning green tea in his mind?

Is the young master thirsty and wants to drink green tea?

Cong Chun only had two tea-drinking experiences in his memory, both of which were because he was invited to the teacher's office for tea after ranking first in the entire grade.

The homeroom teacher invited him for tea and they chatted about some things in Cong Chun's life.

Luo Qing, who was standing to the side, was somewhat surprised by Duan Mingxiao's actions. He had thought that this young master, who was so petty and narrow-minded, would refuse.

However, when what happened later, Luo Qing could no longer laugh.

On the pool table, the game between Luo Qing and Cong Chun began.

Ji Ruhui watched the game with his girlfriend in his arms, calling her "baby" repeatedly. The young girl even fed this young master Ji some peeled grapes.

As a result, the two of them received a disdainful look from the young master.

As the billiard balls rolled on the table, Luo Qing and Cong Chun took turns playing, resulting in a back-and-forth contest.

At this moment, a certain young master, full of wicked intentions, quietly walked up to Luo Qing.

When Luo Qing sensed someone approaching and caught a glimpse of Duan Mingxiao out of the corner of her eye, her heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

The next second, my bad premonition came true.

Duan Mingxiao scoffed, his sarcasm reaching its peak.

"Your skills are just so-so."

Luo Qing was speechless, but his excellent professionalism kept his handsome face expressionless, and the boy gave an awkward smile.

In reality, Luo Qing clenched her teeth, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Indeed, his skills are not as good as Young Master Duan's."

Duan Mingxiao said in an encouraging, nonchalant tone.

"Keep up the good work, I can tell you've been working really hard."

Luo Qing cursed Duan Mingxiao inwardly for being shameless. The boy raised his right hand to hold the cue stick, but the next second something unexpected happened.

Cong Chun's gaze was originally fixed on the white ball on the table, but the next moment he raised his eyes...

Then he saw Duan Mingxiao, who was next to Luo Qing on the other side of the pool table, clutching his arm and looking pained.

"Ouch, that hurts! It hurts so much!"

Cong Chun's eyes flashed with worry, and he immediately put down his cue and rushed forward.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

Duan Mingxiao pursed his lips, his tone somewhat aggrieved.

"His club hit my arm."

As soon as Duan Mingxiao finished speaking, Luo Qingxiu's beautiful face twisted for a moment.

Oh God, someone save me! Luo Qing has been framed by capital.

Duan Mingxiao secretly glanced at Cong Chun's expression out of the corner of his eye.

Cong Chun frowned, her delicate brows furrowed, her expression worried, while the young master secretly rejoiced.

[I wonder if Chun Chun will feel sorry for me. This should be foolproof, right?]

[Absolutely flawless, huh.]

Cong Chun looked up at Duan Mingxiao and pursed her lips.

How can the young master, who is injured, still have time to think about all sorts of things?

"Young master, please let me see your hand quickly."

Duan Mingxiao felt a little guilty, because Luo Qing's cue stick hadn't actually hit him at all.

The young master was merely borrowing a seat.

"It hurts a little... my hand."

[Excellent! This young master's performance was truly perfect.]

Cong Chun paused for a moment, then looked at Duan Mingxiao with a somewhat distant gaze.

"Young Master, you're not injured."

Duan Mingxiao was stubborn.

"No, I'm not! Ouch, it really hurts."

Cong Chun looked at Duan Mingxiao quietly, her tone stubborn.

"Then let me see your hand, young master."