Chapter 51 Battle of Zhuolu
Amid Qi Heng's silent questioning, the three of them waited for the arrival of medical staff in strange postures.
So when Xinyi walked quickly into the room, she saw this strange scene——
On the hospital bed, the patient was quietly looking at his hands that were being held, unable to break free. He was motionless, with obvious confusion in his eyes and worry about the mental state of his two teammates.
On the left and right were Si Yu'an and Ye Yunhe. They all looked at Qi Heng at the same time, their movements and expressions like copied and pasted models. Their eyes were firm, with some incomprehensible sense of belief.
What the hell? Is this a ghost?
Xinyi paused, losing her courage as the development in front of her was not related to her profession, and turned to look at Lin Muyu helplessly.
Lying on the hospital bed, Qi Heng couldn't help but reveal an expectant look of "being saved" when he saw the visitor.
Lin Muyu:?
The captain, who was trusted, took a few steps forward and spoke hesitantly, interrupting the strange ceremony in front of him.
"Hmm...what is this doing? Do we need to avoid it?"
he asked politely.
"Don't do that."
Qi Heng answered quickly, and the light of hope in his eyes disappeared in an instant. He turned to look at Xinyi who was standing at the door and watching, and nodded.
"Do you want to do an examination? I'm ready and can start."
To be honest, he already regretted waking up so late. The speed of my teammates' transformation was truly alarming. With only a few minutes of mental preparation, it felt like I had missed an important plot.
The ball of light was laughing loudly in his head, causing him a headache. He refused to tell his teammates the reason for their confusing behavior and watched him with his hands being clamped by two tongs. It's disheartening.
Help, he really wanted to rub his temples.
…
"It's nothing serious."
Xinyi retracted her special ability and briefly explained the contents of the inspection.
"It's just that there's still electrical disturbance in your body. You can't feel the pain, so it won't have any effect. You just need to inject a special medicine every day."
"Of course, for deeper problems, we still need to check them in detail!"
At the end of her speech, her tone gradually became heavier, and she pointed a finger at the patient fiercely, full of threat.
Qi Heng leaned back silently and nodded obediently under everyone's gaze, the messy little tuft of hair behind his head moving up and down with his movements.
Ye Yunhe couldn't stand such a messy hairstyle, so she raised her hand to comb his hair as if nothing had happened, took out a comb from her pocket and started combing it.
Si and An watched her actions curiously.
Qi Heng in the middle was emotionally stable.
The boy moved his two free hands with satisfaction. He was finally able to save his swollen temples.
Xinyi watched the interaction between the few people with satisfaction, her young face showing a kind expression befitting her age.
"The relationship is better now, that's good, I feel relieved now."
She tilted her head to look at Lin Muyu, who was smiling but saying nothing, and stood on tiptoe to pat the other's shoulder.
"Tomorrow is the team competition, so do your best. Although I have to stay in the infirmary, my spirit will cheer for your victory!"
"Well, thank you, we will try our best."
Lin Muyu bent down quietly and thanked him with a chuckle.
"I hope we won't meet in the infirmary again."
Xinyi crossed her arms and snorted, not agreeing.
"That would be best. Please protect your body!"
——
After seeing off the hardworking medical staff, Lin Muyu closed the door gently and returned to the bedside to watch his teammates' activities.
Si Yu'an took out a mirror from somewhere and placed it in front of Qi Heng for him to admire.
As the protagonist whose hair was tied up, the boy was obviously speechless and disgusted by this exaggerated behavior.
Just like every time before, he chose to cooperate, leaning close to the mirror to look at his own face and the little tuft of hair that was completely invisible at the back of his head.
"How's it going? My hair-tying skills are still as good as ever, right?"
Ye Yunhe proudly put his hands on his hips and boasted with his nose pointed to the sky.
The other three gave timely applause to this perfect little bun.
Qi Heng raised his hand and touched it curiously.
Si Yu'an laughed heartily beside him, and asked naturally when he moved: "You seemed a little confused just now, are you more awake now?"
"Well, the sleepiness is gone."
Qi Heng affirmed.
With this commotion, all the sleepyheads flew away.
It’s just that it’s not appropriate to tie your hair up in the middle of the night, after all, it needs to be untied before going to bed.
“…”
Wait, something doesn't seem right.
After realizing something belatedly, Qi Heng calmly withdrew his hand, put on a polite smile, and was about to get under the quilt.
Two familiar hands reached out and clamped his hands like iron clamps, stopping the boy's escape with a firm attitude, and forcibly pulled him up and made him sit steadily.
“…”
Qi Heng looked around and found that his previously friendly teammates had returned to the original three-way stance, trapping him in the center like a stabilizing force.
The light ball's gloating "haha" laughter came from my head again. Against the backdrop of the current scene, it seemed like a big mastermind behind the scenes with no B personality.
Spicy balls.
The young man thought calmly.
——
In the quiet ward, there were majestic questions and weak and innocent answers.
"Excuse me, contestant Qi Heng, do you agree with the statement 'Competition is valuable, but life is more valuable'?"
"I agree."
"May I ask contestant Qi Heng, do you agree with the statement 'Love others more than yourself'?"
"I agree."
"Excuse me, contestant Qi Heng, do you agree with the statement 'impulsiveness is undesirable, caution is the way to go'?"
"I agree."
"Then why can't you do any of it?!"
Ye Yunhe, the judge, was filled with grief and raised his index finger to poke the forehead of the young man in front of him.
Seeing that the other party looked so confident, she became furious and could not help but poke him a few more times, talking as she did so, until the man fell back.
"Do you know how I felt when you rushed over to block that arrow? We had already exchanged slogans before the game, and agreed to play badly together and not be obsessed with the rankings!"
"Moreover, the arrow was heading straight for my fatal spot. The moment it touched me, I would have been teleported away. I would have been unconscious for an hour at most and then woke up. And look at you, you flashed over in an instant and then lay there for seven or eight hours!"
"Even if you don't feel any pain, you still have to consider your body's endurance. Every day, you're either injured or using up your energy. Even a god wouldn't be able to withstand this speed."
The boy hung his head and tried to resist, but was brought back to his original state by those words that implied concern. The lively little tuft of hair behind its head also drooped down like its owner.
It failed, and he could only endure Ye Yunhe's anger that had been suppressed for a long time, and was helplessly poked on the forehead.
Not only him, but the two people beside him were also shocked by the words that were spoken so quickly without taking a breath, and looked at their teammate with a little surprise at his full aura.
To be honest, after being together for so long, this was the first time they saw this side of their teammate who was always lazy and perfunctory.
It seems that Qi Heng is not the only one who is not used to it, this guy is in no different situation.
Lin Muyu and Si Yu stood aside like wooden men, looking left and right but not looking at Qi Heng who was so close to them.
This wall is really a wall.
The two of them exclaimed in admiration.
“…”
Qi Heng, with his eyes wide open, endured the entire storm alone.
When the storm subsided, he tentatively raised his head and looked at the Inquisitor who was trying to calm his breathing.
Seeing that the person finally moved, Ye Yunhe looked at him sideways with a fierce look.
"I was too impulsive this time. I'm sorry."
The boy seemed to realize his mistake and reflected on himself sincerely with a very good attitude.
"It's my fault for making you worry. For tomorrow's team competition, I will carefully calculate all the consequences and take a gentler approach to the competition for us."
“It will never be like today again.”
Having said that, Qi Heng stretched out three fingers and swore to the sky with great sincerity.
Protagonists:?
The three of them frowned.
They wondered why this sounded strange.
...Forget it, just say whether he has changed or not.
Anyway, there is a long time to make things right.
"At least don't do this next time!" Si Yu'an turned around suddenly, withdrew his admiration for the beautiful wall, and his eyes as sharp as a falcon shot straight at Qi Heng.
"Have you ever thought about what would happen if the cult attacked at that time? You promised before the game that safety was your first priority and you were the fastest to be backstabbed. I didn't expect that someone would come to accompany me as soon as I got off the court. I was scared to death."
"Yeah, I didn't react at the time."
Lin Muyu took over the conversation in a gentle tone.
"As captain, what I care about is not victory and honor, but your safety."
"I hope you can trust us as much as possible. When danger comes, don't resist it alone, but solve it with us."
“Oh, and this.”
He took out the golden medal that he had kept safely and gently placed it in Qi Heng's palm. In the other's stunned gaze, he closed his fingers, allowing him to hold this honor tightly.
The cool touch spread across his palms, and the boy stared at it intently.
Lin Muyu said slowly:
"You are the key to victory in this group match. Without you, we wouldn't be standing on the stage receiving the cheers of thousands of people. Therefore, this medal belongs to you."
“But next time, I hope it’s the four of us standing on the stage together.”
“…”
The gentle and expectant gaze of his companions bathed the boy with a soft and gentle gesture, instantly touching the taut string in his mind.
The faint smile on Qi Heng's lips suddenly froze.
His pupils constricted and he lowered his head in embarrassment, trying to hide his emotions from his companions' surprised eyes. The hand buried in the shadows twitched nervously, and I felt a vague phantom pain.
Shattered memories flashed, tearing at the conscious will and soul, and even the body felt uncomfortable.
My thoughts gradually became confused, and I seemed to be in a different place in a trance. The buzzing in my ears and the smell of blood in my nostrils were so real.
"!"
He suddenly felt warmth on his hands, which drove away the stickiness and malice around him and pulled back Qi Heng's consciousness which was about to sink.
The boy's ears were clear and his eyes focused. He then realized that he had stopped breathing at some point and a strong feeling of suffocation was already emerging in his chest.
He raised his eyes and looked at his covered left hand.
Si Yuan was forcibly prying open his tightly clenched fingers, freeing the red skin that was embedded at the edges.
The medal was held firmly in the palm of his hand, with moonlight pouring down, emitting a soft glow.
There was a gentle pat from behind, silently expressing concern.
"Don't worry. I'm fine."
His voice was a little hoarse and Qi Heng's face turned pale. He took the warm water handed to him by Lin Muyu and quickly returned to his original calm and indifference.
"I just remembered something not so good, it will be fine soon."
"Also, I've remembered everything you said, don't worry."
Really? This doesn't look like a simple "not so good".
Now it is the silent protagonist group's turn.
The three people, frightened by the boy's sudden reaction and becoming even more worried, looked at each other and felt that this might not be a problem that could be solved in the long run.
But seeing that Qi Heng now looked completely normal, they also smiled and nodded.
Lin Muyu glanced at the clock and said in a gentle voice:
"Then you should have a good rest."
"The team competition will start tomorrow afternoon. You will sleep in the ward tonight and we will come to see you tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Qi Heng put the medal under the pillow. After placing it properly, he turned his head and looked at the three people seriously. "Then you should also have a good rest. I will watch you leave."
"good."
The protagonists responded in unison.
They smiled and waved as they walked out the door, pulling up the handle and gently closing the door, blocking the focused gaze of the boy inside.
With a click, the door closed tightly.
The smiles on the three people's faces disappeared immediately.
I can't rest. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
"Go back to your dorms first, and then we'll see you in the group chat."
Ye Yunhe said expressionlessly.
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