The e-sports god is set up by others

Chapter 238 What Kind of Immortal and Beautiful Love Is This?

The whole audience was dumbfounded by the girl's actions.

The little girl was extraordinarily delicate, with red lips and white teeth, icy muscles and fine bones.

The cheeks are white and tender, and the little curls are cute and fluffy.

The action of picking up the paint bucket without hesitation and covering the man's head is really too inconsistent.

But it's... pretty domineering.

Lu Ziye stood behind her, the corners of his originally tight lips curled up slightly, the hazy sun shone behind him, and his expression was unruly and lazy.

He took two steps forward, and his shoes made red footprints on the ground.

Like a handsome devil walking out of a pool of blood.

Looking down at the man from top to bottom, with disdainful eyes, his voice was calm and cold, "How much did you charge?"

Shen Jia'an pressed the man's struggling shoulders, his face was full of paint and he cried out struggling, looking at Lu Ziye with guilty anger.

Lu Ziye stared at him with a half-smile, and he understood it with just one look. His fingers were slightly tightened, and blue veins and muscles were stretched out on the phalanges.

In the end, he was suppressed by the public.

Shen Jiaan pinched the man's shoulder with such strength that it almost crushed his bones.

He sneered disdainfully, "Why howling? It's not bad if I didn't feed you the paint."

The staff arrived as quickly as possible, restrained the mad man and took him away.

In the past, professional players would be punished for their actions, but it fell on self-defense, which is another matter.

The staff even apologized to the members of AOG, and finally took several people who pulled the banner away together.

The troublemakers left, leaving only the fans of the various families present.

They all simply liked the players who came to support them, and they were also quite frightened by the current situation.

Across a security line, the eyes of the fans fell on Lu Ziye, that young man with fierce eyebrows and stern eyes, even though he was bathed in the sun, he still had the coldness of not getting close to strangers.

Looking over with dark eyes, it makes people's heartbeat suffocate.

However, in the next second, a small hand gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

The boy's cold and stern expression melted away in the sunlight.

The long black eyelashes drooped, looking at the dirty little hands, and the white and tender skin was covered with paint.

Xiao Yan lost the momentum he had just covered with paint, and his eyes fell moistly on the young master, his entire back was covered in paint.

Usually the young master is a clean freak, Xiao Yan pursed her lips, and said softly, "Dirty..."

Lu Ziye narrowed his dark pupils, and he hummed.

Then he reached out slowly, took her little hand, and rubbed it against his team uniform.

"Wipe up the smoke."

Xiao Yan was startled.

What she said...wasn't that her hands were dirty.

The fans in the audience have already recorded this scene, and the hearts of girls are flooding wildly.

Ah Wei is dead.

What kind of fairy and beautiful love is this!
The paint is thick and hard to clean even after wiping it off, but the little hands get dirtier the more they rub it.

Lu Ziye frowned, showing displeasure.

He comforted lightly, "It's okay, brother will take you to wash your hands."

Xiao Yan didn't know why, but suddenly his nose felt a little sore.

"it is good."

Xiao Yan was led by the young master to the door of the toilet, earning enough attention along the way.

The people who come and go are staff and players, and they——

Like a cosplayer who escaped from a haunted house on Halloween.

However, the eldest young master's attitude is calm and calm. He has never cared about other people's gazes, even to the point... this point.

Xiao Yan stopped him from raising his leg and was about to walk in.

Dumbfoundingly, he said, "This is the women's toilet."

Lu Ziye looked at her and said nonsense in a serious manner, "There is no one inside."

As soon as the words were finished, a lady came out from the women's toilet, her eyes fell on Lu Ziye, and she took a few more glances.

It seems to say, "Slap in the face?"

The eldest young master's pupils were dark and calm, without any shyness, he looked back in a ruffian and cold way.

It seems to say again, "Fight?"

Miss:"……"

Can't be bothered.

Xiao Yan looked up, hooked his fingers and said: "I'll just go in and wash myself, you can go to Manager Wu to take a shower and change clothes."

Lu Ziye smiled, "Remind me, there is a separate bathroom in the lounge, let's go back and wash."

"..." Xiao Yan looked at the bathroom which was close at hand.

I really don't understand why she ran back to the lounge to wash it, the paint must have dried on her hands.

And, there is one more important thing.

She had to find a way to avoid the young master and secretly took the medicine.

So, she patiently said to Lu Ziye, "You can take a shower directly when you go back. It must be uncomfortable to wear wet clothes on your body. I will take up time by washing first."

The boy half drooped his long and narrow eyes, showed a naughty smile, and said casually, "I don't mind being together."

"..."

Xiao Yan pushed his arm with his back, "Go quickly."

"You really drove me away. I thought you didn't want me to go."

Under Xiao Yan's slightly dazed gaze, he raised her hand, and her little hand was held on the young man's slender fingertips.

"After all, I've been holding on tightly, and I've been reluctant to let go."

Xiao Yan: "..."

She quickly let go of Lu Ziye's hand, and quickly got into the bathroom.

Lu Ziye let out a low muffled laugh.

I only heard the little girl's voice from inside, "You go back first, I'll wash and go back by myself."

"How long will it take?"

"Ah."

Lu Ziye looked at himself in a mess, it really hurt his image, it's better to clean up earlier, and he said yes.

Xiao Yan washed her hands very quickly, using hand sanitizer to wash off the wet paint very easily, she also splashed a little on her face, and washed her face by the way.

Then Mimi came out of the bathroom quietly, and saw that there was no one outside.

It was a relief.

Putting her fingers in her pocket, she found the small bottle, and she walked in the opposite direction of the lounge.
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Lu Ziye simply took a battle bath, and Wu Jian was very efficient and had already found a suit of clothes for him to put on temporarily.

"It's a while before the game starts. I'll have someone send you another set of your uniform. It should be in time."

Lu Ziye nodded.

The teenager's black hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his face with cold and pale complexion was covered with moisture.

"Is Yanyan back?"

"Not yet, he sent me a message saying he was going to buy milk tea."

Lu Ziye frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

"Where are the people who were taken away?"

Speaking of those people, Wu Jian gritted his teeth angrily, "They have already been sent to the police station by the organizer."

After a pause, he said, "But it's probably not easy to deal with, after all, it's not a big... big deal."

In the eyes of the police, this is naturally not a big deal.

"Besides, the person who splashed the paint has a medical report of mental illness. With this, the police station can't do anything about him. They will only deal with it lightly."

It's nothing more than letting people go after being taught the principles.

The boy's figure is clear and slender, his eyes are cold and cruel.

"Really?"

(End of this chapter)