Chapter 30
The matter of Chen Fang came to an end for the time being. Fang Chen had not seen him again until the day of the performance. Zhou Lili temporarily grabbed a strong man. Fortunately, the rehearsal results were good, and he was finally able to go on stage.
While preparing backstage, Fang Chen became extremely nervous. He was clearly just a supporting role, but the thought of going on stage under the gaze of so many people made his hands and feet go numb with nervousness.
Good-for-nothing, good-for-nothing!!
Fang Chen cursed himself in his heart!
He quickly took a few deep breaths to adjust his mindset.
Just as he was closing his eyes, he suddenly felt as if someone touched his shoulder. He opened his eyes quickly, and when he saw who it was, he widened his eyes in surprise.
"Cis? Why are you here?"
The man had some training tonight, and Fang Chen thought he wouldn't be able to make it.
"Didn't I promise you I would come and see?"
There was no one backstage at this time. Sis picked him up and placed him on the prop table. He bent down and kissed the corner of his lips. "Are you nervous?"
Fang Chen sniffed pitifully, "A little."
The man said seriously, "I heard that exchanging saliva can relieve tension. Do you want to try kissing?"
"Huh?"
Is this true? Is there any scientific evidence?
Sis lowered his head, touching the tip of his nose to the boy's, and said affectionately, "Baby, I don't mean anything else. I just want to help you feel better. Don't misunderstand me."
Only a fool would believe that!
Fang Chen complained in his heart, but he still couldn't resist the temptation. He opened his mouth obediently and the man kissed him immediately.
As their lips and tongues intertwined, Fang Chen subconsciously raised his hands to hug the man's neck. Perhaps what Sith said was true. At least at this moment, his nervousness really dissipated, as if the only sense left in his body was the man's lips that were being turned upside down by him.
The ambiguous sound of water lasted for a long time before it stopped.
Fang Chen's entire face was flushed, he was breathing heavily, his lips were red, and it looked like he wouldn't need to put on lip gloss for a while.
"So stupid."
Sith whispered, "We've kissed you so many times, and you still can't breathe."
Hmm...
Fang Chen pushed Xisi with his hand and said, "Go ahead. They will be back soon."
The man raised an eyebrow in displeasure, "Am I so shameful? What if I'm seen?"
Fang Chen snorted twice, "Get out now!"
He doesn't want to be gossiped about by others at all.
Sith couldn't do anything about him, so he gritted his teeth and scolded him, "You little bastard who throws away everything after use!"
In the end, he could only ruffle the boy's hair and said, "Come find me when you're done."
The lamb nodded perfunctorily, "Okay."
As soon as Xisi left, Zhou Lili and the others came back carrying food. "Are you hungry? Eat something first. There are two shows ahead, so it will take a while for us to get there!"
Fang Chen lowered his head and hummed twice.
Zhou Lili raised her eyebrows and said deliberately, "I saw Heath Bolton outside just now. Is he coming over?"
Fang Chen shook his head quickly, "I didn't see it."
But the moment he looked up, Zhou Lili had already seen his slightly red lips and said "Oh~" meaningfully.
The lamb immediately lowered its head again.
Zhou Lili touched his shoulder and said, "What's wrong with falling in love? It's normal. Don't be shy."
Fang Chen stammered, "No, we didn't talk about it."
We kissed like this without even talking...
If we talk about this...
Zhou Lili "tsk tsk" twice, said nothing more, and pushed the burger in her hand over.
"Poor thing, eat more, you are too thin."
Fang Chen, “…”
Another hour passed before it was finally their turn to go on stage.
Fang Chen was walking at the end of the team. As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he looked down and saw that the place was packed with people. He felt a little breathless and didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. His mind went blank.
He bit his lip hard, and suddenly his eyes stopped and he saw Sith sitting in the front row.
The man stood out in the crowd. Because it was the end-of-year performance, all the students attending were wearing school uniforms, but the graduate school uniforms were obviously more mature, not much different from formal suits.
The man sat lazily on the chair, one hand supporting his forehead, his gray-blue eyes fixed on Fang Chen.
They were all looking at each other.
It seemed as if at that moment, his restless heart calmed down. Fang Chen closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Not nervous anymore.
The performance was finally completed successfully. Fang Chen, who was a servant, watched Zhu Yingtai jump into the coffin and couldn't help but tear up.
Fortunately, he was in the corner, and he secretly wiped his eyes.
After the show, Fang Chen went backstage to change his clothes, then hurriedly slipped out with his schoolbag.
Because there was a performance today, there were a lot more people than usual. He turned left and right and finally found Sis.
But Fang Chen paused and did not go over.
Sis was surrounded by several men and women wearing the same uniform as him. They were probably students from the graduate school and were talking to each other.
He had never seen these people before, so Fang Chen felt a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't go over and prepared to wait for Xisi to finish speaking.
But the man seemed to have noticed it and glanced in his direction.
Fang Chen didn't know what he was thinking. It was as if his brain had crashed, and he subconsciously dodged to the side.
But the Sith had seen him.
The man frowned slightly, raised his hand to interrupt several classmates, and walked towards Fang Chen.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.
Pulling the boy out from behind the tree, Sith looked down at him and asked, "Why are you hiding?"
"No." Fang Chen was a little uncomfortable. "I saw that you seemed to be busy, so I waited for you here."
"Nothing, just a quick chat."
"Did you cry just now?"
Fang Chen was stunned for a moment before realizing that the man was talking about the time when he was moved to tears on stage.
"How do you know?"
"I've been watching you, so of course I know, little crybaby, why do you cry so easily?"
As Xisi spoke, he helped Fang Chengang turn out the collar of his shirt, which had been folded over in his hasty change of clothes. He said in a gentle tone, "Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat something."
Fang Chen nodded, then looked at the few people not far away who were peeking over.
Xisi said nothing more and walked over holding Fang Chen's hand.
Seeing this, those people quickly greeted, "Hi!"
Fang Chen also waved and smiled with his eyes curved. "Hello, my name is Fang Chen, um... I'm from Sith..."
Before she could even utter the word "friend", the man interrupted her lightly.
"I am the one you are pursuing."
The whole place was dead silent.
Fang Chen was so embarrassed that he almost buried himself in the ground. He laughed twice and was about to say something to make amends, but the man spoke first.
"We're going on a date, bye."
After saying that, he dragged Fang Chen away openly.
"Hey—" Fang Chen couldn't help but speak, "Why do you say that?"
"What's wrong? What did I say wrong?"
The man said calmly, "If I wasn't afraid that you would be angry, I would have hugged you and kissed you just now."
Scary foreigners!
Fang remained silent and didn't say anything else.
Sith was helpless about the boy's character of being a snail, but he couldn't do anything about it.
He didn't continue the topic, but asked Fang Chen what he wanted to eat.
When this was mentioned, Fang Chen became excited.
"Jereming recommended a pub to me." Fang Chen buried his head in his phone, searching for something, and finally showed the photo to Xisi, "Here! This is it! He said the spaghetti bolognese here is really good."
"Tavern?"
Xisi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can you drink?"
"I don't drink, I just eat."
Sis was unconditionally obedient to the boy in such matters. He nodded and said, "Okay, let's go to this place."
The tavern was in a dim basement. The environment was not very good, even a little bad for Sis, but he didn't say anything. When going down the stairs, he even protected Fang Chen to prevent him from falling.
Fang Chen seemed very excited. He felt that this kind of bar had an American street feel, so he pulled Sis to sit in an empty seat.
He held his chin and asked, "Have you never eaten in a place like this before?"
Indeed, I have never been here.
Sis wiped the cup again before placing it in front of Fang Chen and said, "When I first started boxing, I went to an underground boxing ring and fought for half a year."
Fang Chen was slightly stunned.
"It's much more chaotic there, with all kinds of people. The people in the boxing ring are clearly human beings, but everyone treats them like animals. The ring and the gambling table are connected, just like horse racing. Only those who win the match are eligible to stay in the ring."
Sith's tone was flat, as if such a bloody scene was not worth mentioning in his eyes.
Fang Chen was surprised, "Then why would you go to a place like that to practice boxing?"
Isn't Sith a playboy?
The man smiled faintly, "When I first started boxing, I was too young and aggressive. At that time, there were no matches arranged for me, so I had no choice but to fight in underground boxing rings."
The lamb gasped, "That's scary."
It's scary.
The man looked at Fang Chen deeply.
If I had met the lamb at that time, I would have scared him.
There aren't so many rules in the underground boxing ring, and the fights are often bloody. Every time someone comes out of the ring, they are covered in wounds. But Sis just casually wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if he doesn't feel the pain.
A ferocious beast will surely scare away a simple lamb.
But the young Sis didn’t have the patience we have today. If he set his eyes on something, he had to get it immediately.
Maybe they will catch the lamb and lock it up.
Thinking of this, the man lowered his head and raised the corner of his lips slightly, "Speaking of which, this place is very close to the underground boxing ring I used to work at. After dinner, do you want to go check it out?"
The lamb's eyes lit up, "Okay!"
What Benjamin recommended was indeed good. Although the pub was noisy, the snacks tasted very good. Fang Chen concentrated on eating and enjoyed it very much. In the end, he packed some to take back to his roommate.
But Xisi didn't eat much. He ate very little when he was out. The boy couldn't help but pinch his arm. "How did you grow so big without eating anything?"
Sis chuckled, picked up the boy, and even shook him deliberately, and said slowly, "Eat the lamb."
Fang Chen kicked him angrily.
*
This neighborhood is quite messy. Being far away from the city center means it is far away from the hustle and bustle. On the small road I was walking on, I even ran into a few drunkards stumbling around.
Handsome Asian boys are always rare. Those drunkards looked at Fang Chen twice, but the next second, Sis stood in front of Fang Chen and glanced back coldly.
A few people walked dejectedly along the wall.
Fang Chen was blocked by the man behind him. He stuck his head out to take a look, then quickly retracted his head.
Sith suddenly asked him in a low voice, "Are you tired?"
Because it was close and the road was not convenient for driving, the two of them walked here.
Fang Chen shook his head, "Not tired."
The man paused, then suddenly bent down and picked the man up, saying naturally, "When you're tired, I'll carry you."
???
elder brother.
My ears aren't working well again.
But Fang Chen didn't struggle much. Since someone was willing to hold him, he would just be lazy for a while.
The boy put his head on the man's shoulder, rubbing his chin habitually like a kitten.
The man paused slightly, "Don't hook me up?"
Eh?
Fang Chen snorted, "Can you please be more self-disciplined? I think you usually have strong self-control."
Not drinking too much and controlling your diet are all good things.
The man said calmly, "Other things are fine, but not you. As soon as you take a breath, I want to fuck you."
fuck!
Fang Chen gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice, "Shut up."
Sith laughed happily and hugged the boy tighter, his big hands cupping the boy's buttocks through a layer of cloth, almost digging every knuckle into them.
The tips of the boy's exposed ears were so red that they were about to bleed.
How did Sith...
So sexy...
Fortunately, they arrived after turning a corner. Fang Chen was put down by the man, who then held his hand. The man held the boy's soft hand and led him into an underground entrance that looked dilapidated.
The surroundings looked dark and shabby. Fang Chen was a little scared and subconsciously stuck close to the man.
After walking through this passage, the view in front of us suddenly opened up, and we could faintly hear the sounds of restless music, drums and cheers.
An iron gate blocked the way.
The man pressed a few numbers on the combination lock next to him. With a "click", the iron gate opened and he walked in, holding Fang Chen's hand.
The scene in front of him gave Fang Chen a great shock. He widened his eyes slightly, like a little lamb that had strayed into the jungle.
The lights in the entire underground boxing ring were dim, and the smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed with people's loud laughter intertwined into a chaotic film.
Xisi gently squeezed Fang Chen's palm and said, "Turning it around first."
Fang Chen came back to his senses and nodded quickly.
Walking inside, the first thing you see is a simple small bar. There is even a bartender posing there with a few cups, but most people who come here choose to just leave with a bottle of foreign liquor.
In the center is the boxing ring. Unlike the regular boxing matches I had seen before, the ring here is like an iron cage with a match going on inside. The outside of the cage is full of people, and it is hard to tell whether they are cursing or cheering, the noise is all stuffed into my ears.
It's more like hand-to-hand combat than boxing, with real punches hitting flesh, taking violence to the extreme.
Fang Chen was completely stunned. He took two deep breaths and held Sith's hand even tighter.
The man lowered his eyes to look at him, "Are you scared?"
Perhaps due to the environment here, the man's eyes were dark and deep, and the restlessness in his heart kept pouring out. In such an underground boxing ring, people's animal nature is always highlighted.
If it were before, when the lamb was scared, Sis would just hold him and comfort him, but it was different now. Darker and worse emotions surged in his heart. He looked up and down at the boy with not-so-gentle eyes, as if thinking about where to enter.
Fang Chen felt uneasy when being looked at by a man.
His eyelashes trembled twice, and he couldn't help licking his lips. "It's so messy here, why don't we go back first."
Sis spoke slowly, rejecting the boy for the first time in his life, "Why are you in such a hurry? Just wait a little longer."
The boxing match in the cage has come to an end.
The story ends with the death of a red-haired strong man. Some people cheered because they won money, while others cursed because they bet on the wrong horse.
As for the boxer who fell unconscious on the field, no one cared.
Fang Chen was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see such a scene. He couldn't help but close his eyes and wanted to shrink back into the man's arms, but Sith gently pressed his shoulders, lowered his head, and leaned close to the boy's ear.
"Baby, I'm going to compete in the next game, you cheer me on."
What?
Fang Chen's eyes widened slightly, "No—don't go, you'll get hurt!"
"No, they can't beat me."
Sith seemed to smile, tilted his head and kissed the boy's ear.
He led Fang Chen out of the crowd and led him to a private room that looked like an attic. "This is the lounge where I competed before. The view is better. Wait for me here."
Fang Chen couldn't persuade the man, so he could only threaten him, "Swear you won't get hurt."
"I swear, or baby will deduct points from me."
Sis bent down and kissed him, "Let's go home after the competition, okay?"
The lamb hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and agreed.
He lay on the windowsill and looked down. The arena in the iron cage had been cleared. The referee came up to announce the next boxer. Perhaps the name of Heath Bolton was too eye-catching, which caused cheers.
Then he made way for a gap in the crowd. Sis had already changed his clothes. He took off his coat and was only wearing a single-piece vest and shorts. His strong muscles were exposed, which was extremely oppressive.
The game is about to begin.
Fang Chen was so nervous that his palms were sweating, his heart was in his throat, and he stared intently.
Don't get hurt, please don't get hurt.
At first, the lamb silently prayed in his heart, "Buddha bless you", but after praying it twice, he came to his senses and quickly changed his words.
God bless, God bless.
A whistle blew and fists began to fly.
Accompanied by the cheers of the whole audience, the whole atmosphere reached its highest point.
As Sith said, no one here can beat him.
It seems that he is more comfortable in such an underground boxing match, and every punch he throws feels painful.
The muffled sound of fists hitting flesh was drowned out by the noisy background noise, and Fang Chen could only watch helplessly as the fists struck one after another.
It seemed like every time a punch landed, no matter who it hit, the cheers around would get louder, as if people were being stimulated to the point of having their brains filled with blood.
Fortunately, in the end, it was the Sith who won.
The winner raised his fists high, and the shouting around him reached a peak. Some people even threw banknotes onto the stage, but the man didn't even look at them. Across the crowd, he raised his eyes in the direction of Fang Chen, then raised the corner of his lips and smiled.
Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't care about winning or losing the game, as long as Sis wasn't hurt.
After waiting in the room for a while, the door was pushed open. The man took a shower and changed his clothes before coming in. As soon as he entered the room, he picked up the lamb, kissed the lamb's soft face twice, buried his head in the boy's neck, and took a deep breath.
This is a move that Sith often makes.
Fang Chen sometimes often felt that men treated him as a stress-relieving doll, just like petting a cat, as if he would feel refreshed after taking a breath.
Fang Chen's voice was muffled, "You got beaten."
The man whispered, "It doesn't hurt."
I really can't feel the pain.
During the game, whenever Xisi thought of Fang Chen watching him and waiting for him in his room, he felt as if fireworks were exploding in his head. His whole body became hot with excitement and he could not feel any pain at all.
The lamb was actually a little angry. He didn't understand why he had to go up and fight for no reason. But the fight was over, and he didn't want to argue with Sis about it, so he gently pushed him and said, "Let's go."
The man still held him, not letting go, "No rush."
Sis's body was still damp from a shower, and the afterglow of the intense competition had not yet dissipated. At this moment, he felt as if there was a big hole in his heart, and he was eager for something to fill it.
"When I played here before, I would prepare trophies for myself in advance to motivate myself."
The man suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "Sometimes, it's a high-calorie junk meal, sometimes, it's a bottle of foreign wine..."
"So during the competition, I would tell myself to hit harder. As long as I win, I can enjoy my spoils."
At first, when Fang Chen heard him say that, he thought the man was revisiting his old place and reminiscing about the past, but the more he listened, the more something seemed wrong. In the end, he even felt a little cold, the feeling of a small animal being targeted by its natural enemy.
The boy spoke in a panic, "No, wait a minute, why are you saying this... Sis, let's go back first..."
"Baby, you are so good."
Cis interrupted him and gently nuzzled the boy's earlobe with his lips.
"Just wait for me here and lean on the window to watch me. I can see you as soon as I raise my head. You don't know how excited I am."
"I want to be faster and win the game faster."
"Come back and enjoy my spoils."
When he said the last sentence, the man suddenly spoke and bit Fang Chen's earlobe accurately, but he restrained himself and did not use force. He just rubbed it between his teeth, and the sound was vague.
"Baby, you are my trophy."
When the lamb heard this, his heart finally gave up and he almost cried, "No, no, I'm not."
The man snorted and laughed.
He held her up in this position and kissed her wetly from her earlobe to her collarbone.
Fang Chen's eyes were red as hell. "You lied to me. You promised me you would leave after the competition."
Sith laughed at his tone.
He nuzzled the boy's neck and coaxed him, "Just eat a couple of bites and leave, okay?"
eat……
What to eat?
Didn’t you just finish your meal?
Before he could react, he heard the man whisper in his ear.
"Baby, lift up your clothes and bite them."
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