Amnesia Guide Of A Mermaid

Soon after the game, the audience in the stadium had already walked almost together. Qin Ruoshui sat in his seat for a long time, and Qin's housekeeper could only remind him, "Sir, should we also leave."

Qin Ruoshui looked up at the boxing ring not far away and said to Qin's butler: "I'll go backstage and take a look."

"Shall I go with you?"

"No, I can do it myself."

Qin Ruoshui stood up from his seat and walked straight towards the backstage. The staff watched a man wearing a mask come over and raised his hand to stop it without thinking. After all, if everyone could enter their backstage casually There is no mess here, especially now there is Zhuang Yan in the backstage. According to the crazy appearance of the boxing fans on the Internet, it is estimated that their backstage will be overwhelmed by rotten eggs.

However, what these staff members did not expect was that Qin Ruoshui immediately took out a card from the pocket of his coat, and the staff looked closely, and it even read the deputy director of the boxing center.

I really can't see it. The man in front of me turned out to be the deputy director of the boxing center. But don't people in the boxing center usually sit in the guest table? How did he come from the audience area.

However, these are not important. The staff put down Qin Ruoshui's arm just now and said respectfully, "Please come in."

Facts have proved that having money can really do whatever you want. Looking at these few days, Qin Ruoshui has become both the administrator of the boxing forum and the deputy director of the boxing center.

If you can't do this, it can only prove that your money is not enough.

In the background, Zhuang Yan was changing clothes, and Zhou Fei stood outside summarizing chatter to summarize Zhuang Yan's performance on the boxing ring today.

In general, Zhuang Yan's performance today is excellent, but there are still some small problems. For example, when he deliberately exposed Hou Litian's flaws, the boxing was slightly loose, and this fishing method Zhou Fei also did not advocate.

Fortunately, today he encountered Hou Litian on the boxing platform. If he had a bigger weight, he could directly punch him to the ground.

Zhuang Yan listened patiently and accepted all the questions raised by Zhou Fei with humility.

Qin Ruoshui stopped at the door and stared at Zhou Fei for a while, recalling what he had done to Zhuang Yan on the boxing ring just now, and Qin Ruoshui gurgled sour water in his heart.

Intellectually telling him that the coach wants to help the boxer relax his muscles is normal, but emotionally Qin Ruoshui still feels a little awkward.

No, what's wrong with him? Who helped Zhuang Yan relax his muscles? How does helping Zhuang Yan loose his belt?

Qin Ruoshui felt like he was stuck in a sticky swamp at a certain moment. He wanted to escape from here quickly, and felt that it was not bad to stay here, surrounded by some warm, soft, familiar bubbles. Around him.

Qin Ruoshui stood on the spot and looked at the dressing room where Zhuang Yan was. His five senses were excellent, and he could clearly hear the sound of the cloth rubbing there. A strange seed buried in his heart long ago seemed like a strange seed After being summoned, struggling to break out.

After Zhou Fei helped Zhuang Yan sum up the game from start to finish, he turned around and saw this strange man standing at the door.

He wore a mask and a hat, his eyes drooped, making Zhou Fei feel a little familiar, but for a time this brain was not easy to use, and he couldn't remember where he had seen this person.

Would n’t it be Zhuang Yan ’s black powder who poured sulfuric acid? Zhou Fei was shocked by his thoughts and immediately entered a state of alert.

Qin Ruoshui came over slowly. He looked up at Zhou Fei, the current appearance of a major enemy. He felt a little inexplicable.

Is he a mermaid? Show this expression.

At this time, Zhou Fei finally saw clearly that the man ’s eyes were dark blue. Now he remembered where he had seen Qin Ruoshui. This ... Is n’t that Zhuang Yan ’s boss?

Why did this boss come backstage? Did you come to find Zhuang Yan?

While Zhou Fei was thinking about it, Zhuang Yan's voice came from the dressing room. He said to Zhou Fei: "Brother Zhou, please pass me my pants."

Zhou Fei responded, and then suddenly remembered that he had just seen Zhuang Yan take his pants in, but now how to find him to take his pants again, "Your pants are not taken in."

Zhuang Yan in the dressing room laughed a little embarrassedly: "I just took it wrong."

He took off his trousers and found that he had taken it wrong. He didn't know who put it in his storage cabinet. He just took it into the dressing room without looking carefully.

"Where are your pants?"

"Still in that storage cabinet."

As soon as Zhuang Yan's words fell, he didn't wait for Zhou to move. Qin Ruoshui took a step first. In the past, he opened Zhuang Yan's storage cabinet and took out the gray jeans inside.

Zhou Fei silently looked at Qin Ruoshui's movements. Is this really Zhuang Yan's boss? Why did I encounter Zhou Paipi forever? How could Zhuang Yan's luck be so good.

Besides, did Zhuang Yan say that his boss still has a slight cleansing habit? Zhou Fei was caught in deep doubts. Isn't it a problem for Jie Jian to give people pants?

There should be no problem.

Because Qin Ruoshui has n’t said anything, Zhuang Yan does n’t know that the people outside the changing room have changed. This King Cup venue is good, but the changing room is too rudimentary, and the storage cabinet outside is not locked. Even if there is no hook inside.

Zhuang Yan handed out the wrong pants and the boxing pants he had just taken from himself, and said to Zhou Fei: "Brother Zhou, help me get it."

Qin Ruoshui put away the shorts belonging to Zhuang Yan, and he didn't even touch the remaining pants, who didn't even touch them. Zhuang Yan frowned, how could he only take one?

"Brother Zhou, there is another one."

Zhou Fei glanced at Qin Ruoshui. Zhuang Yan's boss seemed to have no intention of picking up the remaining pants.

Zhou Fei is hard to understand. You took both of your pants. Is this the third one? With a question mark in his head, he put away the trousers left by Zhuang Yan who didn't know who it was.

After Qin Ruoshui took the pants to Zhuang Yan, he turned to look at Zhou Fei. Doesn't the coach feel that he is so redundant here? After the game, the conclusion is also done, what are you doing here now?

Seeing that Zhou Fei had no consciousness of leaving, Qin Ruoshui whispered to him expressionlessly, "Go back first."

Zhou Fei scratched his head. How did he feel that Zhuang Yan's boss seemed a bit hostile to himself.

He should have done nothing to offend him? Zhou Fei thought about it, and it really did not. He and the boss met a few times in total.

Probably his boss is like this on weekdays. Zhou Fei shouted to Zhuang Yan who was still rubbing in the dressing room: "Zhuang Yan, let me go first", and then quickly left the house.

Zhuang Yan heard Zhou Fei's voice with a little eagerness, a little unclear. So, what is he doing so anxiously, is he going to the toilet?

Qin Ruoshui stood outside the dressing room, staring at the door in front of him and began to meditate. In just a few seconds, countless thoughts had flashed in his mind.

What exactly does he want from Zhuang Yan?

After Zhuang Yan finished changing his clothes and pushed the door out of the dressing room, he looked at Qin Ruoshui opposite him. He blinked. He was unsure if he was dazzled.

Qin Ruoshui and Zhuang Yan glanced back at each other and said to him, "Go back."

Zhuang Yan walked behind Qin Ruoshui with dizziness, and came out of the dressing room with him. Obviously this was not the first time Qin Ruoshui came to the backstage to look for him, but he just felt that this time it seemed particularly different. He Even the thick-skinned think that Qin Ruoshui may be flicking himself.

It wasn't until he came out of the backstage and walked into the empty stadium that Zhuang Yan remembered in a trance. The shorts he wore when playing the game seemed to be gone.

It's too hard to be a man!

It is even more difficult to be a man who can lose trousers!

Zhuang Yan looked up at Qin Ruoshui in front of him, secretly took out his mobile phone, and called Zhou Fei. He pressed his voice very low and asked Zhou Fei: "Brother Zhou, what about my pants?"

"Aren't your pants on you? What do you want from me?" Zhou Fei was wronged. He hadn't touched Zhuang Yan's pants from start to finish in the changing room for so long.

"What shorts do I wear in the game?"

If Zhuang Yan looked up at this time and looked closely at Qin Ruoshui, he would find that his left hand in his trouser pocket was shaking slightly.

"Ah?" Zhou Fei asked rightfully, "Isn't it your boss?"

Zhuang Yan reacted for a moment before thinking that his boss in Zhou Fei's mouth was referring to Qin Ruoshui. He was puzzled: "Why is it with my boss?"

He thought it was Zhou Fei who put the shorts directly into Qin Ruoshui's hand when he left.

Zhou Fei on the other end of the phone replied: "When you took it out, your boss picked it up."

Zhuang Yan was a little stupid. He really did not think that Qin Ruoshui had already come out of the dressing room at that time, and he also took his trousers, thinking that he seemed to have urged Zhou Fei at that time. Zhuang Yan I feel like I should pay attention to whether there is any new job suitable for him.

After hanging up the phone call with Zhou Fei, Zhuang Yan held his phone and looked up at the back of Qin Ruoshui. He was really embarrassed to ask Mr. where his shorts were. Of course, he would n’t think that trousers might be possible now. Still on Qin Ruoshui.

According to Mr. Qin's character, it is estimated that it was directly thrown into the trash.

Although the shorts are not expensive, throwing them away is a little wasteful.

Zhuang Yan sighed silently. As a man who had just bought a new house and had to worry about unemployment, it was really rare.

Life, why is this always the case.

After returning to Qin's house, Qin Ruoshui immediately returned to his third floor. Zhuang Yan chucked in the lobby on the first floor for a while, didn't know what he should do, and finally returned to his bedroom in disgrace.

Qin Ruoshui was standing in his bedroom. He was the only one here. He could finally take out what he had been hiding in his pocket.

This pair of shorts covered with folds and quilts was now spread by Qin Ruoshui on the huge double bed in front of him.

To be honest, the boxer's clothes don't have any sense of design. Its fabric looks cheap and the colors are very gaudy. Putting it on the bullring is definitely the only focus in the bull's eyes.

Qin Ruoshui's brows were frowned, he couldn't understand how he had left these shorts insanely. He wanted to go back to the moment when this happened, and then pryed his head open to see what he was doing. What are you thinking about?

So what's the use of holding these shorts now?

Give it back to Zhuang Yan? Why did he work so hard?

hang up? Is his brain sick?

Threw it directly?

...

After a long contemplation, Qin Ruoshui will sigh with a sigh. It seems that there is a compromise for a certain fate in the sigh. In the end, he stretched out his hands and folded the almost big red shorts neatly, Put it in the drawer beside his bed.

Gee, it was an insult to his taste.

At that time, my brain must have been flooded!

...

Zhuang Yan's black powder, late Ao Jiao, late boxing forum host, someone has been crazy recently. Since he signed the contract to sell the administrator, the trend of the entire forum has changed, although as a host he has the right to change The post deleted by the administrator is restored, but he is a social animal, not only to work, but also to work overtime until late at night, it is impossible to stare at the trend of the forum all the time,

But the newly appointed administrator R is like a rich lady with money and leisure. Twenty-four hours a day, he has twenty-three hours in the forum, and the remaining hour he hires people in the forum Watching for him, there was something in the forum that caused him to notice it immediately and responded accordingly.

This incident made the friends of the altar angry. Isn't the altar owner Zhuang Yanhei? Why didn't I quickly remove the administrator of R after knowing what R did! Can't you see that this is Zhuang Yan's brain powder?

Altar friends call the altar lord every day, hoping that the altar lord can immediately deprive the administrator R of the rights, but the altar lord seems to shield them. The administrator R still calls the wind and rain in the forum, covering the sky with one hand.

In view of the great power of administrator R, and the host of the altar has a kind of indulgence for him, some altar friends not only speculate: If this R is not the father of the altar, then he is most likely another personality of the altar.

Either broke out in silence or perverted in silence. The altar is now finally perverted, and he just suffocated himself a second personality.

Tsundere is sick! It is recommended to seek medical treatment as soon as possible.

The friends of the forum tentatively posted a few posts praising Zhuang Yan. This time, Administrator R did n’t do anything, so their posts became popular on the homepage for a while. Every friend who clicked in was enthusiastic and enthusiastic. Leave the words of my money.

The landlords proudly watched their posts getting hotter and hotter. They said that the trend of the forum has really changed. At that time, everyone who shouted at Zhuang Yan also started to wash white. What is my money, they are tight Follow in the footsteps of the organization.

However, they were not happy for a long time. The altar took the initiative. He not only deleted the posts sent by the altar friends, but also directly titled these altar friends for three days. There was still no R in the titled person.

Damn you! why!

The master of the altar deleted all the posts of Kuan Zhuangyan and restored the posts deleted by R. He finally realized afterwards that the money was really hot and could not be discarded.

You can't make money with black heart!

...

Proust successfully arrived in Pinghai City on a sunny afternoon. Now that he has witnessed the legendary magic coach himself, Qin Ruoshui's worries disappeared.

This Proust looks much safer than Zhou Fei.

Proust ’s Chinese is not very good. During this time, I applied for a crash course abroad and learned a few simple everyday expressions. With obvious foreign accent, he said to Zhuang Yan: “I ’ve seen your The game was very good. "

Zhuang Yan was so excited that he seemed to have hundreds of screaming chickens yelling at the same time, but on the surface he still looked normal, and nodded his thanks to Proust for his praise.

Proust gave Zhuang Yan a systematic test and quickly worked out a corresponding training plan for him, but since he is now in the game, all training has been halved.

Zhuang Yan's talent is very good in his opinion. He can be ranked in the top five among the boxers he has seen in his life. As long as he keeps working hard, it is only a matter of time before he enters the WBO.

Proust was very curious about Qin Ruoshui's relationship with Zhuang Yan in his spare time. He could make this Mr. Qin pay so high a fee for Zhuang Yan to bring him from abroad. These two people are not like Ordinary host and housekeeper.

Or is it that their national conditions are different?

It's a little hard to understand.

As soon as Zhuang Yan's training was over, Qin's housekeeper came to the door of the training room and informed him, "Zhuang Yan, Mr. tells you to go up."

Zhuang Yan gave a cry and couldn't think of what Qin Ruoshui would look for at this time. He quickly came to the third floor, knocked on the door, and walked in: "Sir, are you looking for me?"

Qin Ruoshui hummed softly and took a stack of business cards to Zhuang Yan: "This is the contact information of famous hackers in China."

"Thank you, sir."

Qin Ruoshui's efficiency was so fast that Zhuang Yan was a little flattered. Mr. Qin was really kind to himself.

Moved and want to cry.

While Zhuang Yan was brewing his feelings, Qin Ruoshui suddenly opened his mouth and asked him, "What the **** is going on with your fist?"

Zhuang Yan was stunned. He did not expect Qin Ruoshui to ask him about it at such a time.

When Qin Ruoshui saw him not speaking, he began to reflect on his own attitude. Should I be gentler?

Although Zhuang Yan didn't often mention that incident, there was nothing to say about it.

He told Qin Ruoshui about the events of that year, including that Mr. Zhuang was seriously ill. In order to get his bonus in the club in advance, he agreed to the club ’s request and could not say anything about the game in front of the media. thing.

"I know." Qin Ruoshui's voice sounded normal.

Zhuang Yan thought that he still had training in the afternoon, he should go to dinner, he asked: "I'm going out, Mr.?"

Going out, could he not let this human go out?

Gee.

"Come with me for lunch." Qin Ruoshui said lightly.

...

The friends in the forum took a nap and suddenly found that there was an article with a sense of history and a sense of time. I do n’t know who was pushed it up, and it was refined by the way.

They clicked in and saw, wasn't this the most famous piece of whitewash that Zhuang Yan came out after playing counterfeit? At that time, the boxing fans were still naive and kind. They reported the most pure kindness to Zhuang Yan, and looked forward to his clarification after he was discharged from the hospital. Even if he said that he drank fake wine before the game, they could be slightly Forgive him a little.

But he didn't say anything, it seemed that he took a fake punch by default.

Now this article has been turned over again, what is it for!

All the friends in the forum were very confused, and they glanced at the last person who posted the top post. It was really the administrator R who seemed to be online for 24 hours.

Who is this Zhuang Yan? !

Who the **** is this altar? !