Quick Pass: Green Tea Strategy

Chapter 173 "E-sports" Can't Clean Him Up 26

After the competition, everyone still did what they used to do at night as usual. Those who should do bench press still did bench press. Clothes--

This is all because the coach said that in order to maintain a normal mind and perform normally, everyone should follow the previous habits and do not have too much fluctuation.

The weather is relatively hot, but after staying in the house for a long time, the air-conditioned room always feels a little stuffy.

It was getting late now, so Lu Zicha simply changed into a tracksuit and planned to go out for a walk.

There is no need to run at night. It is good to go for a walk. It would be even better if you can buy an ice cream.

With this mentality in mind, Lu Zicha walked slowly outside. The sun had already set at this time, and it was not shining at all. It was a good time.

At this time, missions, strategies, competitions, everything was left aside by him anyway, and he felt extraordinarily comfortable. It was simply the happy life of a salted fish.

However, soon, Lu Zicha really did not expect his happiness to disappear so quickly.

It was getting late, Lu Zicha decided to go back, the hotel booked by RMQ was not far away, and he had already seen the sign with flashing lights, when suddenly he was stopped by a black shadow.

"what are you doing?"

Being dragged by the shadow to the remote side entrance of the underground parking lot, Lu Zicha couldn't help frowning. He thought that his skills were not bad. This person should not be a bad person, after all, the original owner should have never borrowed money from usury.

Could it be that this is the little bastard that the original owner asked in the original book to pick on Song Zhaotian's Tesuji?

That's not right, that little bastard is just a passer-by, would it be so scary?

Lu Zicha tried hard to break free from the opponent's shackles: "Let me go!"

"Oh, let you go?"

In such a dim light, the black shadow pressed him against the wall, firmly resisting him. Since Lu Zicha was struggling all the time, he held down Lu Zicha's restless hand, and forcibly clamped both of his arms behind his back.

The opponent's strength was really amazing, Lu Zicha couldn't move, he couldn't use any strength, he just wanted to kick someone with his legs, but who would have thought that his legs were also suppressed, and he couldn't move at all.

The headlights not far away flickered by, and the light hit the man's face. His tall, sculpture-like nose bridge and dangerous and deep eyes mixed with a trace of madness were illuminated by the high beam, allowing Lu Zicha to see clearly Clearly, he only felt a burst of shock.

That's right, with such a golden ratio of wide shoulders and narrow waist, due to the tearing, the part where the neckline slightly exposed the body still looks extremely wild, like a wild beast that is about to attack at any time, this ferocious and violent person, isn't it Song Zhaotian? Who could it be?

It was only then that Lu Zicha realized that the other party was Song Zhaotian. He stopped struggling, but said in a slightly flustered voice, "Brother Zhaotian, what's wrong with you? Why did you push me here suddenly? My arm hurts."

"Does it hurt?"

For some reason, after hearing his words, Song Zhaotian did not let go of him as Lu Zicha wished, but pressed him even more firmly.

His deep voice sounded in Lu Zicha's ear, and his lips seemed to touch the tip of Lu Zicha's ear, which made Lu Zicha tremble involuntarily.

Lu Zicha could even clearly see Song Zhaotian swallowing when he snorted coldly, and the rolling up and down of his Adam's apple was clearly visible.

He had never seen Song Zhaotian like this before, what happened?

Is it...

A bad feeling flashed across Lu Zicha's heart. Could it be that Song Zhaotian discovered what the original owner did? !

Ruined!

Wouldn't he be punished in situ! !

Lu Zicha's heart was half cold, his mind was spinning fast, but he said in his mouth: "Brother Zhaotian, what's wrong with you? Why did you put me here? Let's talk about something, don't get excited."

It's a pity that Song Zhaotian turned a deaf ear to it. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Lu Zicha's. The cold touch came from his forehead, and the soft strands of hair tied Lu Zicha's skin, making him shiver uncontrollably.

A slightly hoarse and magnetic voice spit out from Song Zhaotian's mouth: "Lu Zicha, you are really good."

Before he had time to think about it, Lu Zicha was still avoiding, but the next second his chin was forcibly lifted by Song Zhaotian, and his slender fingers touched Lu Zicha's delicate neck along his chin, as if being stared at by a large beast Ling Lu Zicha's hair stood on end, and he said weakly: "Brother, did I do something wrong?"

"What have you done, do you need me to list them one by one for you?"

Song Zhaotian laughed back angrily, his eyes flashed with intense anger, "Lu Zicha, I'm reflecting, do you know what I'm reflecting on?"

Lu Zicha shook his head, he felt that the air was too thin at this time, he couldn't breathe, and the words were stuck in his throat, so he could only shake his head frantically to show that he didn't know what Song Zhaotian meant.

The cold, slender, bony fingers slid up and down Lu Zicha's smooth cheeks, every time he slid, Lu Zicha's heart beat violently, he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and pursed his pink lips lightly.

Once, twice, three times, the cold fingers slid down the cheeks to the collarbone, and tapped slowly, the force was not heavy, but the sound of the bones seemed to echo, the scalp began to tingle, and the muscles of Lu Zicha's whole body were tense. Get up: "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhaotian..."

Song Zhaotian's cold and emotionless voice sounded: "Call me a few more times, brother, maybe I'll be in a better mood and let you go."

"Brother, brother, brother..."

Lu Zicha's slender arms trembled involuntarily, and his calves trembled too. His whole body was stuck against the wall and he couldn't exert any strength. He cried weakly, his voice was as thin as a cat's meowing, as if he would cry at any time. I couldn't breathe.

Something pinched Lu Zicha's leg through his clothes, making him numb all over.

For some reason, the Hong Kong film shootout more than ten years ago came to Lu Zicha's mind. Thinking of the horror of Long Aotian's domineering hero who specializes in dealing with cannon fodder, he couldn't help but outline that position in his mind. The appearance of holding a Browning pistol, the whole person is not good.

Lu Zicha recalled the pain of being shot in the calf in a certain world before, and couldn't help but gasped. His hands clenched and loosened repeatedly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his teeth were locked tightly, and his perfectly smooth jaw was tense. Tight.

Help!

people are stupid...

Who can tell him how to do this?