Chapter 10
This was Fang Chen’s first time watching a boxing match.
Originally, I was going to go with Benjamin, but Benjamin said that he was heartbroken by the fake tickets and now he has a stress reaction to the boxing match, so he really can't go.
Fang Chen had no choice but to go by himself.
He took out a pair of overalls from the closet and put them on, and also put on a baseball cap. He looked at himself in the mirror and took the cap off. His hair was a little disheveled, so Fang Chen reached out and messed it up a few times before going out.
When we arrived at the entrance of the venue, there was a giant screen poster hanging outside and many people were taking pictures underneath.
Fang Chen took advantage of the empty space and took out his cell phone to take a picture.
I don't know what angle the camera was at, but Sith was looking at me with his eyes downcast, his expression condescending, his gray-blue eyes filled with coldness and indifference.
Fang Chen couldn't help but wonder if Sith looked like this every time he lowered his eyes to look at him, after all, he was so much shorter than him.
As he followed the crowd inside to check his ticket, he couldn't help but sigh with some worry, wondering how he could grow taller at this age.
The tickets Sis gave him all had good seats, and the one he kept was very close to the ring.
As soon as he sat down, he heard people around him discussing the game. Fang Chen had a slight social anxiety problem, and without anyone he knew around him, he felt a little awkward.
Suddenly I heard the electronic broadcast sound, the game was about to begin.
Fang Chen immediately sat up straighter and became inexplicably nervous.
The two players have been preparing at the same time next to the ring and started wearing a series of equipment including mouthguards, hand bandages, etc.
He heard people around him calling Sith's name, and he stretched his neck hard to look over, but his height was limited and the people in front were too crowded, so he could only sit back in disappointment.
Fortunately, under the referee's command, the players came on stage at the same time.
Amidst deafening cheers and screams, he saw Sith take the stage.
He was wearing a specially made black vest and shorts, and his boxing gloves were also black. He moved his wrists slightly, and his neat golden hair fell down, making his eyebrows and eyes look even sharper and colder.
Fang Chen was slightly stunned.
This was the first time he had such a direct feeling of what Sith looked like on the field. He was like a wolf that had crouched down slightly, ready to pounce, its tall body full of wild danger and power.
It was difficult for Fang Chen to describe his feelings at this moment. It was like there was a ball of cotton stuffed in his chest, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Sith seemed to look in his direction. His gray-blue eyes paused for a moment, then moved away as if nothing had happened, and then he slightly raised the corner of his lips.
The screams around were getting louder and louder.
Fang Chen licked the corner of his mouth and felt a little tight in his throat.
Soon, the first round began.
Before this, Fang Chen had no knowledge of boxing matches and had not even watched any related videos. When he actually saw the fist being thrown, his heart was lifted.
After a few rounds, Sis was in pretty good condition compared to his opponent, but he was also hit by a few punches. Fang Chen saw the last punch clearly, which hit Sis's abdomen. In those few seconds, Fang Chen almost forgot to breathe.
Until the tenth round.
Sis knocked out his opponent with a right uppercut.
When the referee raised Sis's hand and announced the victory of the match, Fang Chen finally relaxed and took a deep breath. He touched his arm and found that despite being so excited just now, he was actually cold all over.
What a coward!
Fang silently despised himself!
Watching a game can be so scary!
After sitting on the chair for a while to relax, Fang Chen slowly stood up and walked out with the crowd.
Suddenly, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated. Fang Chen thought it was Jie Ming or his boss calling, but when he took it out, it turned out to be Sis.
A man who had just won the boxing championship and whose name was still being hotly discussed among people around him, actually called him at this time.
The phone continued to vibrate, and Fang Chen quickly picked it up. He pursed his lips and didn't even dare to call out Sis's name directly.
Fortunately, Xisi had no intention of chatting with him on the phone, so he said directly, "I've already told them to go through the VIP channel to the backstage."
There was a big question mark on Fang Chen’s little head.
Why is he going backstage?
"No, you just finished the game, take a good rest..."
"Aren't you going to congratulate me on my victory?" Sis interrupted him.
Fang Chen paused for a moment and said dryly, "Congratulations."
"It would be more sincere to congratulate in person."
The man's deep voice came out through the speaker and flowed into Fang Chen's ears, "I'll wait for you in the backstage lounge."
In the crowd, a young man in overalls went against the crowd to the VIP channel, checked his ticket and passed easily. Joey was waiting for him at the backstage door.
"Hey, cutie, I'm here, follow me, Sith asked me to pick you up."
Fang Chen hesitated for a moment, but still walked over obediently. Joey hooked his arm around his shoulder as if he knew him well. "Sis asked me to pick someone up, so I knew it was you. After all, I've never seen anyone let him pick up trash on the beach."
Fang Chen froze for a moment in awkwardness, "Were you there that day too?"
“Let’s go to a dinner party haha ...
Joey's laughter suddenly stopped.
He saw Sis standing at the door of the lounge, arms folded, looking at him expressionlessly.
Joey felt a chill down his spine for a moment, and quickly withdrew his hand.
"I've sent the person here. I'll wait for you in the car."
After Joey slipped away, Sis looked back at Fang Chen, his eyes softening. He whispered, "Did you cheer me on during the game?"
"Of course." Fang Chen nodded quickly, "You are very good."
When the boy nodded, two tufts of hair on his head swayed a little, which made Sis want to reach out and help him press them down, and rub his black hair at the same time.
It must feel soft to the touch.
But Sis still restrained himself. He put the coat in his hand on Fang Chen and said, "The club is going to have dinner together after the game. You should come with me."
"No, I don't even know them. You guys go and have fun." Fang Chen refused without thinking.
"It doesn't matter. They will all bring their friends." Sis said seriously, "You just sit next to me. Don't bother with others."
Fang Chen bit his lip, a little hesitant.
"Fang Chen, I'm very happy that you came to watch my game. I can't let you go back hungry."
Every time Fang Chen heard Xisi call his name in a clear voice, his attitude would soften.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, "Okay then."
After walking two steps with Sis, Fang Chen realized that he had put on a man's coat again. It was so wide that it almost reached his calves, making him look like a child who had stolen adult clothes.
It was also at this time that I noticed that the man had changed into another set of clothes, covering his body tightly.
Fang Chen couldn't help but ask, "Does it hurt?"
Sith said, "Hmm?"
"Just now on the stage, you were beaten."
Fang Chen thought, if he had taken so many punches, no, just two, he would have been ready to transmigrate to the next book. But Xi Si was not only moving around normally, he was even able to have a pleasant dinner.
Of course it hurts. Sith is also a mortal, but he has a high tolerance for pain. As long as it is not a serious injury, he will be fine after relaxing and stretching his muscles after stepping off the stage.
He said in a normal tone, "Not bad."
Fang Chen said "Oh", but then felt it was too abrupt, and stumbled to add, "But we also need to avoid getting hurt."
After saying that, he felt that what he said was nonsense. Who can control whether he will get injured in the boxing ring?
Fang Chen was so angry that he wanted to bite off his tongue.
Why is it that when he meets Sith, his speech becomes strange, as if his brain and cerebellum are not fully developed.
But Sith smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Fang Chen turned his head slightly in embarrassment, and accidentally touched the pocket on his clothes. He didn't know what was inside, but it was bulging.
This was someone else's clothes, so Fang Chen certainly couldn't just put his hand into the pocket, but he still couldn't help but asked curiously what was in the pocket.
Sis lowered his eyes and said in a normal tone, "Mascot, bless me to have a good race."
I didn’t expect foreigners to be superstitious too!
Fang Chen affirmed, "That's quite useful."
Sis smiled and didn't respond.
If Fang Chen reached into his pocket at this moment, he would find that the so-called mascot was actually the lamb's tail that he had pulled off his butt.
*
Two silver-gray commercial vehicles were parked at the back door of the venue.
Perhaps because they were afraid of embarrassing Fang Chen, the car they got in had only Joey, who was almost asleep while waiting, in it besides the driver. The rest of the people took another car.
As soon as he saw two people get in the car, Joey instantly became alert and kept glancing at Fang Chen, but because of Sis next to him, he didn't dare to say anything.
As he looked at him, Joey felt that he looked familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he had seen Fang Chen before.
"If you don't want your eyes anymore, I can take them for you."
A man's cold voice rang out in the carriage.
Joey quickly looked away and couldn't help but complain, "Cis, you're so stingy. Can't you even take a look at your little cutie?"
Fang Chen's ears felt a little hot when he heard Joey's name.
People abroad always speak so intimately, and Fang Chen still hasn't quite gotten used to it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at Sith.
The Sith didn't seem to have any.
He treats himself as if he follows the social etiquette of the country, without being excessive and without boundaries.
Just when Fang Chen was lost in thought, Joey suddenly shouted again, "I remember it!!"
He looked at Fang Chen with bright eyes, "I saw you at the party. You were the little lamb!"
Fang Chen's eyes widened slightly. How could he not remember... Ah! It was him! The kissing man who invited the three of them together!
Joey clapped his hands violently. "So you two got together at the party? Sis, you're so dishonest. No wonder you left so early that day. It turns out you were going to spend time with the cutie."
Fang Chen turned his head away in embarrassment.
Not getting together.
It's tied together!!
He was kidnapped, okay?!
The man's big hand grabbed Joey's neck and said sinisterly, "Do you want me to throw you out of the car right now?"
"Sith! You cruel fellow..."
*
In the restaurant's private room.
Just as Xisi said, Fang Chen sat next to him with an empty seat on the other side, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
What's more, I don't know if it was because Xisi had given instructions in advance, but everyone seemed to be much more restrained, especially when facing Fang Chen, they all tried hard to force a kind smile.
Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the situation was not as awkward as he had imagined.
He doesn't need to socialize, he just needs to focus on eating.
Halfway through, the waiter brought over a small casserole. When we opened it, we found that it was filled with fragrant mushroom and chicken porridge.
Fang Chen was stunned.
Isn't this a Western restaurant?
Xisi raised his hand and filled a bowl for him, saying naturally, "The chef here also cooks some Chinese food. I ordered some extra. Try it."
After eating a bowl of hot porridge, Fang Chen almost cried.
He hurriedly flattered him, "Cis, you are so nice."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Really? So you agree to go to the farm together?"
"What?"
Wait…a farm?
Joey couldn't help but interrupt, "Sis has several farms under his name, Shen, let's go to the farm together for two days!"
After Sith's serious warning, he no longer dared to call her "cutie".
Fang Chen was dizzy and subconsciously looked at the man, "Are you the farmer?"
"You could say that."
Sis poured him another bowl of porridge before casually saying, "There are many animals on the farm, including lambs."
"You'll definitely like it."
The author has something to say:
*Irresponsible Mini-Theatre
(Farmers and Slaves)
This is not a farmer in the traditional sense.
He was delicate, frail, with fair skin and black hair, and looked like he should be in a castle instead of a farm.
But he just likes to patrol his territory with a small whip.
"Why was there a bottle of goat milk missing yesterday?"
The arrogant farmer took out his anger on the slave, and with a flick of the whip, a red mark appeared on the man's chest.
But the slave seemed to feel nothing, and instead knelt on one knee on the ground to help the farmer tie his leather boots.
Compared with the farmer, the slave seemed too tall and strong. He could easily grasp the farmer's calf with one hand, and the white and soft leg meat overflowed from between his fingers.
"Please allow me to explain, Master. You drank that bottle of goat's milk last night. I fed you, and you were a little confused at the time. After drinking the goat's milk, you bit me. Look, there are still teeth marks on my chest."
"Of course, it's cute."
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