It was past rush hour and the car was traveling smoothly on the road.
Yang Huang looked out the window quietly.
The scenery outside the window is fleeting, and all the scenery is gone in an instant.
People are really like this too.
If I just gave up on that baby, I really can’t imagine what kind of life that middle-aged woman would live in the future.
He saved not one person, but a family.
Yang Huang and the driver were quietly listening to the radio in the car. The radio said that Yang Huang was as wonderful as a god. No, he was a god in the first place. It's just that God doesn't follow God's wishes. He turned himself into a god.
Still in the world.
But fortunately, I still have some magic power, but it is no longer as powerful as before, but it is still okay for some people to do some good things.
Soon we arrived at the gym.
Yang Huang gave the driver the fare and got out of the car.
Because it was winter and still at night, there were not many people coming and going on the streets.
Unlike in the summer, there will be vendors setting up stalls on the street with people coming and going.
The streets seem very quiet now.
It was so quiet that only the sound of traffic and the swaying of the trees in the wind could be heard.
He pushed open the door of the gym, the lights in the hall were not turned on, and no one knew where they went.
Yang Huang was just thinking about it.
I heard cheers in the hall.
Everyone also held spray-type ribbons in their hands and sprayed them at Yang Huang.
Because the street lights on the roadside were very bright, it was hard to open my eyes when the lights were turned on after entering the hall.
Yang Huang was suddenly stunned by their actions.
Everyone looked at the gauze on Yang Huang's hand with stunned expressions.
"Yang...Yang Huang...what's wrong with your hand?"
Yang Huang asked worriedly from afar.
Yang Huang looked at the silent man from afar and smiled, indicating that he was fine.
Then Mr. Feng appeared in front of Yang Huang.
"Yang Huang, what's wrong with your hand? Could it be that you were still sad about the competition and injured yourself, haha..."
Mr. Feng said jokingly.
Yang Huang raised his gauze-wrapped hand and said, "Don't worry, everyone. It was just a small accident. I won't hurt myself just because I failed in the competition."
Yang Huang said with a wry smile.
Yang Huang turned around and asked: "What are you guys doing..."
Before Yang Huang could finish speaking, the fat man said: "Today was prepared to celebrate Mr. Feng's victory and your wonderful performance on stage. No matter what the final result was, the process was simply wonderful.
."
Hearing the fat man comforting him like this, Yang Huang suddenly felt very relieved.
"Yes, the result of the game is not that important. Besides, the audience's mood was very high during the game, and they applauded continuously several times."
Just be more open-minded. This setback is nothing compared to losing your life.
The fat man invited Yang Huang to the dining table and asked Yang Huang to sit next to Mr. Feng, but Mr. Feng still sat at the main seat as before.
Mr. Feng coughed his wet throat.
"Now that everyone is here, let's officially start."
Mr. Feng was sitting at the dining table and talking.
Yang Huang looked up and saw several colleagues performing magic tricks in front of the stage.
On the side, Yuan Yuan and Fatty were trying to get Yang Huang to perform.
However, Yang Huang rejected it.
He is still worried about the competition.
Mr. Feng looked at Yang Huang and said, "Yang Huang, aren't you going to perform on stage in the future? Don't be afraid. Failure is not terrible. The important thing is that you have to learn where to fall and to get up. You have to
Get over yourself."
The people on the side also echoed Mr. Feng and said yes, yes.
Yang Huang looked at the familiar stage in front of him.
He didn't know whether he should take this step.
But even though he was still hesitating, his body had already pushed him to the front of the stage.
The colleagues on the stage took a step back when they saw Yang Huang coming up, preparing to watch Yang Huang's next performance.
Yang Huang tremblingly picked up the props.
Familiar props and familiar processes soon made Yang Huang feel relieved.
The performance went extremely smoothly and ended perfectly in the end.
It attracted cheers from colleagues in the gym.
I don’t know who shouted: “Okay, you performed well. You deserve to be promoted by Mr. Feng himself. We are all convinced.”
Yang Huang looked at his colleagues in the gym in the audience, and his heart felt warm for a moment. Even if he failed, no one would blame himself.
After the celebration, everyone kept discussing the game. Yang Huang didn't seem to care so much about everyone's discussion, and his mentality slowly changed.
"Yang Huang."
Mr. Feng suddenly said.
"Although we lost this game, our momentum cannot be lost. I have seen your performance throughout the game. It is very powerful, so you can't disturb your own heart just because of the result of the game. And you will still have a chance next year.
Ah, as long as you take good care of yourself, there will be no problem."
Mr. Feng comforted Yang Huang.
Yang Huang nodded and smiled.
He held Feng Laokai from a distance on the dinner table and said, "What? Mr. Feng, you are going to take Yang Huang with you next year. At least give us some chance. Don't forget about us all if you don't have Yang Huang."
He said pretending to be angry from afar.
The people next to me also nodded pretendingly.
"You brats, you spend the whole day thinking about how to trick me. You might as well improve your own level than anything else."
Mr. Feng knocked on the dining table and said.
Everyone was amused.
Even Yang Huang, who had not laughed for a long time, started laughing.
When everyone saw that Yang Huang's mood had improved, they felt relieved.
Everyone respected Yang Huang one by one, and Yang Huang suddenly felt that he still had a sense of existence.
A celebration was spent with joy and laughter.
After dinner, Yang Huan returned to his room.
When I opened the door and looked at everything familiar, I suddenly felt that my room was so warm.
Yang Huang, who was exhausted, lay on the bed without even taking a shower.
What he likes most now is to stay in his small room and be alone and quietly, as if he is the only one left in the whole world. He is very comfortable and relieved.
Yang Huang looked at the ceiling and thought about today's scenes.
It was just a little bit close, and I would be dead. It was really just a little bit close.
Suddenly Yang Huang started to do it.
It looks like a ring in his hand.
Because the scene in the hospital was so chaotic, I had forgotten about the ring.
Yang Huang touched the ring on his hand.
"Impossible? How is it possible? I had obviously thrown it away, but why did it still appear in my hand at the critical moment? In the end, he helped me save the child."
Yang Huang was thinking about it, but he didn't expect the ring on his hand to light up green again.
The difference this time was that the green light lasted for nearly ten seconds before disappearing again.
"This...what is going on? Why does the magic power on my body have anything to do with this ring?"
Yang Huang sat on the bed and couldn't figure it out.
He only knew that this ring could help him a lot at critical moments.
Yang Huang slowly fell asleep holding the ring on his hand.