There was less than a second left for Xiao Yang to react.

In the midst of lightning and flint, he almost relied on instinct and fired a concussion cannon at the edge of the light spot that the annihilation bomb had just condensed.

A small wave field formed instantly, knocking his own battleship backwards.

The air wave almost condensed into substance, and at the same time, it also deflected the trajectory of the annihilation bomb a little.

At this moment, Xiao Yang seemed to be thinking a lot, but also seemed to be thinking about nothing at all.

As a proud man of heaven, he is used to being praised by the stars, and he also likes to be envied by others. He enjoys life as a matter of course, and has never thought about such things as "Why me" and "Why?"

It’s me” and such mundane questions.

‌Why? His surname is Xiao, he’s lucky, that’s everything.

Xiao Yang grasped the edge of the operating panel tightly in the turbulence of the air, his knuckles turning blue and white. He did not dare to blink, his eyes were so wide that they were almost split, and even a little blurry due to dryness.

After a long while, the sound of his rapid breathing finally appeared in the silent cockpit, leaking out the shock that was trapped in his throat.

Judging from the scene displayed on the light screen, everything is over.

Of course, most of the poor Mosquito battleship was smashed into pieces. Douglas seemed to be seriously injured, but his life did not seem to be in danger. He was carried away by the medical staff who arrived.

The school did not make any response to his violation of the rules. Doug was not the only one injured during the game, and it was not very conspicuous.

On the contrary, the audience seemed quite excited, and many people looked at him with admiration and admiration.

Maybe it’s because he likes powerful battleship weapons, or maybe it’s because Doug, who keeps running around, makes many people lose patience and feel dissatisfied. In short, this victory is very satisfying.

Xiao Yang numbly followed the instructions and returned to the backstage to wait for the next game. Before turning around, he happened to catch a glimpse of the audience.

The cold, pure gaze, and the expressionless face showed a coldness that was not like that of a human being.

It's the man named Qiu Qiu, Douglas's friend.

Xiao Yang shuddered and returned to the waiting area in a daze.

When he returned to the field, he couldn't help but look there again, but found that the seats in that place had been replaced.

***

Qiu Qiu has been to the hospital several times, feeling confused and sad, but today is undoubtedly the worst time.

He was almost too late to save Doug.

Although a human being, in this world where hundreds of millions of people live, does not seem to be valuable, no matter how worthless something is, it is his if it is marked with his mark.

The food-protecting slime hates other people's things most, and even more hates the feeling of being powerless, which reminds him of his not-so-beautiful past.

Today Ahu was on duty at the hospital, guarding the student named Pang Ying. He passed by and looked at him before returning to his station.

Xiaobai also came to stay with him for a while, but was sent back to the Devil's Restaurant by Qiu Qiu.

Doug has no friends at school and no one in Weiyan District. I contacted him and said he would be there tomorrow at the latest.

Qiu Qiu stayed and sat on the bench outside the custody room, waiting for others to wake up.

Waiting until midnight, the lights in the hospital corridor were dimmed half way.

Qiu Qiu sat there boredly, wrapped in a scarf, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, like large balls.

The indoor temperature is not low, but it is deserted. On a moonless night, even the shadows of the trees on the corridor floor are very blurred, and the presence can only be expressed through occasional shaking.

Qiu Qiu stared at him, and heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Xun Sheng looked at ‌, ‌‌ and the smell of milk entered his nose, ‌, and then he looked at ‌.

After a few days, Zhong Yu was still the same as before, walking towards him with a strong sense of presence and a somewhat lazy pace.

"Your classmate hasn't woken up yet?"

Zhong Yu put his hand on the milk tea bag on Qiu Qiu's head. When the child caught it at the speed of light and held it in his hand, he subconsciously wanted to rub the tangled hair, paused and then withdrew his hand.

Qiu Qiu didn't notice these details at all.

He didn't eat dinner, thinking that he must be hungry, so he couldn't wait to poke the milk tea.

After taking a sip of the glutinous rice balls, he narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and suddenly forgot about the awkwardness in front of him.

"Nothing." Qiu Qiu grabbed a puff and took a bite. The cream spilled out from his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked it off: "The doctor said it's a bit serious, so I can wait until midnight."

"So unlucky." Zhong Yu raised his eyebrows: "He doesn't have anyone left? He wants you to wait here."

Qiu Qiu shook his head. He didn't know what he was shaking. Anyway, his mouth was still open and he couldn't think of talking.

But he was not as calm as usual, as if the neglect of the past few days had left traces. He always moved to the side and stayed close to his sweet-smelling guardian, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

The clingy Abyss Demon finished his supper and reluctantly folded the paper bag to wrap it up just by smelling the fragrance.

"Where did you buy it? It tastes pretty good." Qiu Qiu narrowed his eyes, obviously in a good mood.

"Ye Wenyu did it." Zhong Yu said.

This answer was obviously beyond Qiu Qiu's expectation. He was stunned and said, "Why is it him?"

"He asked me to bring it to you." Zhong Yu didn't say much.

Qiu Qiu felt that since she was the little match girl, the candle in her hand was blown out, and the live roast chicken flew away from her eyes.

He was silent for a while, then asked quietly: "Do you like Brother Ye?"

"..." The corner of Zhong Yu's mouth twitched: "Is there water in your head?"

"It's because you are willing to help him run errands but not to eat with me, and you haven't rubbed me for a long time. I haven't become thinner recently?" Qiu Qiu complained.

Does this have anything to do with whether it is rare or not? Zhong Yu cursed silently and looked away.

"It's the end of the year, and I'm really busy. As you can see, someone poisoned me last time. Your brother Ye is very fond of you, and you should also be a little bit fond of him."

Qiu Qiu remained silent, feeling a little angry.

He stood up, revealing half of his small face outside the scarf, which was extremely serious. He looked straight at Zhong Yu, forcing people to look at him.

"Brother Zhong Yu," Qiu Qiu said, with a serious and stubborn tone: "Do you want to dance the Christmas dance with me?"

The man opposite him was shrouded in shadow, his eyes lowered.

After a while, Qiu Qiu heard him say sorry in a deep voice.

"I won't lie to you about this matter. Let Ye Wenyu accompany you, be good." Zhong Yu said.

Qiu Qiu opened his eyes in disappointment, and then a strange murderous intention surged in his heart, as if the entire slime had encountered petrified water.

He slowly worked on the joints of his fingers that had become stiff due to the sudden impact, controlled himself, and finally lowered his head in despair, and swooped into the ward.

People were standing in the corridor for a while, and the sound of footsteps was far away.

Qiu Qiu Duan was sitting upright beside Doug's bed, motionless.

…

"... Damn it!" Doug opened his eyes, and his field of vision was filled with Qiu Qiu's enlarged face, with a sinister look on his single eyelids... Strange, why do I feel that Qiu Qiu looks so sinister!?

"Ah, you're awake." Qiu Qiu's mouth curled up slightly: "The doctor is amazing, he's not dead."

Doug:"……"

How are you talking?

Doug felt pain all over his body. After he regained consciousness, it gradually became unbearable. While baring his teeth, he stopped Qiu Qiu from reporting his injury, in order to avoid knowing that it would hurt even more. At the same time, he thought about the most important thing.

question--

"Um, Teacher Qiu, I'm not two hundred, right?"

"Ah," Qiu Qiu slowly raised his thumb: "You were the one who took the longest in the first round, so you are the 101st."

Oh my gosh!

Douglas burst into tears for a moment.

My chest seemed to be hit by a hot-blooded arrow. It was youth, hot blood, and my dream when I entered Shuixuan School!!!

He was seriously ill and was about to die. He sat up in shock, grabbed Qiu Qiu's hand, and said with tears: "Qiu Qiu! I understand!"

"?" Qiu Qiu blinked.

"The bigger the heart, the bigger the stage! Being mediocre is not because you are not strong enough, but because you dare not think! Young man, dream, what if it comes true one day? What stops you from moving forward is not the ridicule of others.

It’s your own weakness! Dream, the moment you give up, you will—” Doug protracted, reciting like a flashback: “—dead!”

"Wow." Qiu Qiu clapped without knowing it.

Doug read 300 pieces of Chicken Soup by heart, not only composing poems, but also filling them in. After finishing it that night, I could hear Qiu Qiu non-stop wowing, wowing, wowing...

When he walked out of the hospital, it was just dawn. Qiu Qiu looked at the dazzling morning sun and took a breath of the cool winter breeze.

Doug is right. Working hard for delicious food is the lifelong pursuit of all slimes. How can you give up so easily? Besides, the guardian wants it very much.

Qiu Qiulu's eyes outside the scarf were bent, her tongue unconsciously stuck out, and she brushed the corner of her mouth.

***

Xiao Yang opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, and gasped for air.
To be continued...