By the third match, the three players, who used to be terrified by the sight of death, had become much calmer.
The audience was even more excited by the quick and perfunctory battle.
Occasionally, when they hear fans showering them with compliments, the three of them can't help but feel so embarrassed that they scratch their toes on the ground.
Jiang Chuan: "Could they please stop giving us random nicknames?"
Lin Xi found it somewhat amusing, "Isn't it imposing?"
Jiang Chuan remained silent with a cold expression.
Chen Jin patted his chest, a hint of relief in his clear eyes. "Thank goodness they didn't give me any nicknames, otherwise I would have lost all face."
Sensing someone's veiled sarcasm, Jiang Chuan's face darkened further. He quickened his pace and left, a long sword slung over his back, making him stand out even more in the crowd.
"Isn't that our Emperor Chuan!"
Suddenly, someone shouted out, and Lin Xi thought she saw a look of panic on Jiang Chuan's face for a moment.
The crowd stirred up instantly.
Lin Xi remembers a group of fans swarming around her and Chen Jin, pushing them out. Jiang Chuan didn't get home until 3 a.m.
Fortunately, they were dressed in a fairly ordinary way and didn't stand out much.
The two people, who had fallen asleep on the living room sofa, were woken up by the light.
When Jiang Chuan got home, there was still a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, indicating that he had run a lot, and his complexion was not good.
Lin Xi couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Sorry, I couldn't hold it in. It's the first time I've seen you so frustrated."
Chen Jin wasn't wearing his glasses, so he squinted and couldn't see clearly, but he knew there was a figure in front of him.
"It's not funny. Hurry up and try to leave as soon as you're done."
Lin Xi nodded. "I'll try my best."
Chen Jin put on his glasses at this point, but Jiang Chuan had already gone to wash up.
"Now that he's safely home, let's go back to sleep."
...
“I’ve noticed that you seem to pay extra attention whenever this young girl is playing a match.”
She crossed her silver fingers and looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a smile in her eyes.
The middle-aged man did not deny it, saying, "She is outstanding."
"I rarely hear you praise the people here." Yin found it amusing and couldn't help but inquire further, "What exactly is your relationship with her?"
The middle-aged man smiled gently and refinedly, "This has nothing to do with you."
Yin didn't seem to care much, and instead looked at the woman behind the middle-aged man. "Have you reached an agreement with headquarters?"
The middle-aged man gripped the woman's hand tightly, his gaze growing cold as he looked at her. "You and those old foxes are birds of a feather, equally cunning and malicious."
Yin chuckled softly, "If you want benefits, you naturally have to show everyone your sincerity. Otherwise, how can we trust you?"
"Trying to get something from a tiger is a recipe for disaster; you'll only end up dying a violent death in the street sooner or later," the middle-aged man said calmly, looking at him.
The smile on his silver face gradually disappeared. "You don't need to worry about that."
The woman seemed a little impatient and tugged at the middle-aged man's hand. He turned his head, his expression extremely gentle, and said, "Okay, we'll leave right away."
Yin suddenly called out to him, "Don't you want to know Lin Xi's address?"
The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks.
Yin calmly gave an address, "As far as I know, ever since she came here, she's been looking for someone with a photo in her hand. The person in the photo looks a lot like you, sir."
"I've given you the address. Whether you want to see her or not is your decision."
The middle-aged man returned to his residence with the woman beside him. He held the woman's hand and asked cautiously, "Xiaoya, do you miss your daughter?"
"Daughter?" The woman looked confused, tilting her head as if she couldn't understand what he was saying.
The man took out a still-warm photo from his coat pocket, held it up to the woman's face, and patiently and gently introduced it to her, "Look, this is you, this is me, the boy in the middle is Xiaowang, and the girl is Xiaoxi, our daughter."
“Daughter…” The woman’s delicate fingers unconsciously touched the person in the photo.
"I've told you so many times, but you always forget." The man sighed, somewhat helplessly. "You even chose the children's names. Hope, Hope, the boy will be called Wang, and the girl will be called Xi."
"Would you like to see Xiaoxi?"
Under his expectant gaze, the woman finally nodded, following his guidance, "Go."
After enduring so much, the man finally couldn't hold back his tears, and he hugged her, his voice choked with emotion, "Xiaoya, our daughter is doing very well now. You will be so proud to see her..."
Lin Xi's eyelids kept twitching after she got up, both of them at the same time.
She checked her body herself and only felt relieved after repeatedly confirming that the zombie virus had not spread to her brain.
The man downstairs who had ordered a bowl of rice with toppings looked up and saw two strange figures outside. The meat he had just picked up and was about to put in his mouth fell onto the table with a thud.
"This...this woman...isn't she the strange person we met at the stadium that day?"
He couldn't help but shiver when he recalled that cold touch.
But the man next to her looks familiar! Where have I seen him before?
The older brother picked up the piece of meat that had fallen onto the table, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and then suddenly slammed his chopsticks down!
Isn't this the person in the photo Lin Xi showed him before?
Chen Jin looked at Lin Xi, who was staring blankly on the sofa, and asked curiously, "Why didn't you go out today?"
Lin Xi pointed to her two eyes with both fingers, "They've been throbbing since this morning, and I can't stop them. I pinched them with my fingers, and I know it's not a good day to go out; there might be some bloodshed!"
"Where did you learn these mystical and nonsensical talking techniques?"
Lin Xi held her phone up to Chen Jin's face, and saw the words "Fortune Telling" in large letters on the search bar!
Chen Jin was speechless for a moment. "Do you believe in this?"
Lin Xi nodded earnestly, "It's very accurate, why don't you try it too?"
Chen Jin: This child is beyond saving.
Thump thump thump—
The two looked at each other, not daring to move for a moment.
The thought of Lin Xi saying that her eyelids had been twitching until now made Chen Jin feel a little uneasy.
"Could it be that the arena staff have come looking for us again?"
Jiang Chuan came out of the room, frowning. "Why didn't you open the door when someone was knocking?"
As he spoke, he walked over and opened the door.
"Who is it?" Jiang Chuan was stunned the moment he looked up, and turned back to look at Lin Xi with a strange expression.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Chuan stepped aside.
A middle-aged man with a respectable appearance walked in.
Chen Jin immediately mistook the person's face and looked at Lin Xi in astonishment.
"Xiao Xi." He smiled, but compared to how Lin Xi remembered him, he looked more weathered.
Lin Xi's mind went blank until her vision blurred. She raised her hand to touch her face, her hand was wet. Her nose stung, and she couldn't help but sob.
When her voice rang out, she didn't know why she was so choked up, "Why don't you want me anymore? Why didn't you come back to me? Dad."
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