When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

Lu Zhe expressed admiration at Shen Qiao's memory. He should not remember what should be remembered and what should be forgotten.

"You just thought that I was cursing you, didn't you think I was advising you to quit smoking?" He raised his hand helplessly and pressed his forehead, the tail of his eyes turned up, and all that was drawn was a gentle arc.

Shen Qiao let out a cold snort, turned his gaze back, and looked at pedestrians walking in front of him everywhere, his tone returned to his usual silly voice when he didn't care about people: "I'm really sorry, you persuade you to be so tactful, I really didn't expect a deeper one. Good intentions."

The word "goodwill" at the back was accented by him.

Lu Zhe knew it was going to be bad as soon as he heard it. The conditioned reflex wanted to coax him, but just as he stretched out his hand, Shen Qiao had already raised his foot and walked out. The pace was fast and anxious, and it was obvious that he wanted to get rid of him.

He shook his head, moved his long legs and quickly followed, lowered his voice behind and asked: "Don't go so fast, do you recognize the way?"

Shen Qiao originally didn't want to pay attention to him for a short time, but when he heard him say something like this, he stopped abruptly, put his hands in his pockets, and asked with a cold smile:

"What? I don't think Lu is even worthy of rice?"

Lu Zhe: "..."

He lowered his head and sighed and replied, "No, I am not worthy."

Is anyone who annoys his future wife eligible for dinner? No.

Lu Zhe asked and answered in his heart, he looked at the people passing by outside the hotel, and said in a flattering and negotiating tone: "Don't be angry, I was wrong."

Without saying a word, Shen Qiao went out and only picked a pleasing restaurant and walked in. Obviously, he has lost his interest in the restaurant Lu Zhe said. He only intends to fill up his stomach quickly and continue. Go back to play games.

Lu Zhe touched his nose again, did not dare to talk to him any more, followed in silence and restraint, and after sitting down, he handed Shen Qiao the menu, poured water, and removed the tableware, cleverly like a little daughter-in-law.

…

"Jojo..."

After returning to the hotel and exiting the elevator, Lu Zhe saw that there was no one on his left and then went up to pull Shen Qiao's arm. As a result, Shen Qiao easily avoided his movements, took out the room card, and prepared to go back to his room and take a shower. Go training.

The door opens and turns again—

But Lu Zhe forcibly squeezed in.

Shen Qiao looked back at Lu Zhe, his eyes ruthless and indifferent, but he didn't have any lethality on the thick skin of Lu Zhe's city wall, and even this person continued to smile at him visibly.

Now that Shen Qiao saw his smile, he wanted to beat him up, thinking about not seeing him, but Lu Zhe seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and took the initiative to take two steps in his direction, and whispered:

"Don't slap your face, there will be a game the day after tomorrow."

Shen Qiao: "..."

Seeing him a little bit more angry, Lu Zhe was really gone, and tentatively suggested again: "Then... I will kneel for you to beat? I promise not to fight back."

Shen Qiao listened to his increasingly outrageous suggestions, and the evil fire in his heart burned even more. Finally, somehow, he raised his hand to pull Lu Zhe's collar, pulled the person over, and bit his lip.

He didn't stay at all.

Lu Zhe took a painful breath, but a faint laugh came from his throat. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Shen Qiao's back, patted it smoothly, as if soothing.

As a result, Shen Qiao heard his voice, and his strength got another three points.

Lu Zhe finally couldn't stand it, but did not dodge, but took the initiative to greet him. He only smiled and begged for mercy, vaguely overflowing words between his lips and teeth: "Keep it light...for a while, I really can't see anyone...hiss..."

The more he owes things like this, the more ferocious Shen Qiao is, and he even warns him viciously: "Shut up."

Lu Zhe's lower lip hurt badly, and he was about to converge to stop provoking him. Suddenly he tasted a faint smell of rust. At that time, Shen Qiao's movements were also a meal.

next moment-

Lu Zhefu moved the palm of Shen Qiao's back and pressed it on the back of the opponent's head, with his fingertips under the root of the hair, pressing the person in his direction, opposing the guest, and snatching the initiative back.

"Taste..." He whispered: "Does it taste bad?"

Shen Qiao was photographed by the abnormal aura in his gentle and inviting tone. He did not notice for a while and was completely overwhelmed by him. He only squatted to respond, and saw his eyes soaked with a smile in the blur, falling down. It is frosty, good-looking and beautiful, but it gives people a cold and evil feeling.

…

After a mischief was over, Shen Qiao leaned against the bathroom door with his arms, watching Lu Zhe look into the mirror in the mirror to see the marks of the corners of his lips. The thin peach-like lips in the past are now even more red. As if the petals were crushed and crushed out of juice, it was full of residual depressive meaning.

Lu Zhe caught a glimpse of the mockery in Shen Qiao’s eyes from the mirror, and looked back at him with the corner of his lips. The light beside the mirror flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and asked him: "Should I take a walk around the street later, for everyone Show off your masterpiece?"

Shen Qiao stood up straight and threatened him expressionlessly: "Dare you?" Lu Zhe was shameless and he wanted more.

After thinking about it, he squeezed another sentence from his teeth: "You asked for it yourself."

Lu Zhe supported the sink with one hand, and turned around to see Shen Qiao's already deflated appearance, and was reluctant to continue to **** him off. Without the clever appearance of the past, he only responded softly, "Yes, I deserve it."

He no longer cared about the wound on the corner of his lips, walked back to Shen Qiao's side, raised his hand to hug him, put his chin on Shen Qiao's shoulder, tilted his head, and the slight heat when speaking fell on the other's neck:

"It is my fault."

"I should have a better tone in leaving a message at that time, so I don't have to bother to go back and find someone to borrow the number."

After all, the message to the ex-boyfriend's live broadcast room was blocked and said it was not a glorious thing to show off.

Besides...

Lu Zhe thought of his previous feelings, and felt that he wanted to beat himself up.

At that time, he didn't know what Shen Qiao had experienced since he left, nor did he know that the other party had made such efforts when the two met. He only insisted on his own way...influenced Shen Qiao's life in the way he felt was right. .

After all, he had tried to input the words "smoking is bad for the body" before, but he was undoubtedly ignored by Shen Qiao, and in the end he could only come so ingeniously.

But this is very bad.

Lu Zhe raised his head and met Shen Qiao's gaze at close range. There was no smile in his voice, and he was full of seriousness: "I'm sorry."

Shen Qiao was shocked by his overly serious apology. He moved his eyes uncomfortably, and his face was full of "Since you apologize so sincerely, then I will be merciful." After a while, he remembered something. Lu Zhe pushed away, spreading out his palms:

"Where is the number?"

Lu Zhe was puzzled: "Huh?"

Shen Qiao didn't look at him, and his tone was pretending to be relaxed: "Give me the account id, and I will go to the blacklist to look through it later, and I can release it to you, and quickly leave the position to someone who needs it more."

Lu Zhe was amused for a while.

He is accustomed to raising his hand to get out his mobile phone, wanting to open the memo. After all, he has borrowed accounts, and he has too many small accounts registered with his mobile phone number and other chat software, so he doesn’t write down his account and password, just use his brain. Remembering is simply impossible.

However, as soon as he unlocked the screen, Lu Zhe suddenly changed his mind, put the phone back in his pocket, held Shen Qiao's hand to kiss his lips, and replied with a smile: "Forget it, I forgot."

He said: "It doesn't matter, anyway, the blacklists are all trumpets, it doesn't matter."

Shen Qiao shook off his sticky movements, frowned and looked at his pocket, instinctively that his answer on this matter was not right.

He looked at Lu Zhe with a cool gaze, raised his sword eyebrows, and reminded him with extra patience:

"Are you sure you want to continue to lie to me?"

Lu Zhe: "..."

Being stared at by Shen Qiao, the pain in the corners of his lips became more faintly obvious, so he had no choice but to surrender, and took the initiative to hand over the phone, opened the memo to him, and explained in a low voice: "It's just a black history..."

Shen Qiao glanced at the ten lines first, and found that at least more than 20 numbers were recorded on it, but he admired Lu Zhe's speed of creating the number.

Turning around and walking into the room, Shen Qiao went to find the laptop he had brought, and wanted to see if he could go to the blacklist in the backstage of the live broadcast room. Lu Zhe had an id note in front of his account and password, so just check the lifting of the ban.

When the laptop was turned on, Shen Qiao looked down at those ids again, looking for anyone he knew—

When the result was pulled to the end, his fingertips stopped.

"69370000? This number id..."

Lu Zhe made a "thump" in his heart, but asked calmly on his face: "What? Do you know a bunch of numbers?"

Shen Qiao glanced at him, but he logged into the live broadcast room, took a look at his backstage reward list, and was about to go down to search according to it, but Lu Zhe raised his hand from the back and spread his five fingers to block his screen. .

"It's me, it's me, don't look for it."

"Why do you remember that such a stingy person can only give you one hundred yuan a day?"

He sighed helplessly, once again confused by the memory of Shen Qiao, who was Schrödinger. After all, when Shen Qiao used to study in a liberal arts class, his memory was so bad that it would be difficult to count down unless he closed his eyes to answer the test.

Shen Qiao pursed his lips, put his hand away without saying a word, and searched down the list of hundreds of thousands of rewards. After finding a hundred of them all the way, he finally saw such a number with a cumulative reward of 9,000 yuan.

He stared at that number, and then softly replied for a long time: "Don't stingy."

…

That was when Shen Jinyi had just passed away.

Lu Chengzhen eagerly greeted the newcomer into the house. He was not in the mood for the wretched couple and did not know what to do with Lu Qianshuang. He simply left the old house of the Lu family and took the money he had accumulated over the years. I found a hotel in the next city to stay.

Unexpectedly, Lu Chengzhen ignored his departure, as if he never knew he was in the family. After all, Shen Jinyi’s existence over the years was a kind of response to Lu Chengzhen, even with Shen Jinyi’s adoption. His blood son was naturally forgotten by his choice.

Shen Qiao knew that even if he stayed cheeky, there would be no good results. The things he had with Lu Zhe were enough for him to become a thorn in Su Qiongpei's eyes. He asked himself that he didn't have that big heart dangling under the eyes of others.

It's just the difference between the Lu Family's opening to let him go and his conscious departure.

As for going back to school...

After thinking about his grades, Shen Qiao was quite sure that the college entrance examination was of little significance to him. Either he picked up his books and went to a vocational school and worked hard for himself to get a diploma that was not very useful, or It's just repeating with a shy face, maybe you have to work part-time to pay for the repeat tuition.

No matter how he thought he was working, Shen Qiao felt that he might as well die early.

He spared no effort to book himself the most common type of single room, first renewed the special room for a month, and then went out to find a job.

As a result, whether in restaurants or factories, he didn't want to cause trouble when he heard that he was a minor.

After running for two or three days with no results, he could only go to the Internet cafe to try his luck, but who knows that even Internet cafes are strictly controlled these years-the boss told him to fight hard these years and not to go online for minors.

Shen Qiao had to drill into those remote alleys, looking for places such as black Internet cafes, and finally found it, the ecology of the place was also smoky.

At a young age, he learned how to use cigarettes to deal with people, how to be brothers and brothers with a bunch of people who have nothing to do with society, and how to look at people's faces, just to be a game power leveling in that Internet cafe.

The daily leveling fee is 20 yuan, and he pays 18 for the internet access fee to the boss.

The two yuan left is not enough for him to eat, and he has to face blackmail from some social brothers.

Shen Qiao naturally didn't give a dime, after all, he would really stick it out if he gave it again! Even if it’s two yuan, it’s still what he earned. He can change four buns a day, save eating and barely survive. This is because the owner of the bun shop has a conscience and puts less leavening agent.

Singles, group...

He hung his color back to the hotel every day, and when he found that the accommodation fee was burning his wallet, his place was reduced from five-star to three-star and then to an ordinary hotel. The kind of cough next door can be heard clearly in the middle of the night. Chu's.

After another half month, he got acquainted with the owner of the Internet cafe, and he was able to spend the least amount of money on the Internet cafe.

During the period, he broke his mobile phone because of a fight with social buddies, and several thousand pieces of clothes were scrapped. In the end, even a five-figure watch was almost snatched away. Lying coldly in the bank card.

…

In order to avoid being starved to death one day, Shen Qiao learned to play live broadcast in addition to power leveling, and use all the time available.

It is very difficult to make money at the beginning of the live broadcast, and he is not used to talking during the live broadcast, and he does not turn on the camera. Even after half a month, his popularity has not reached three digits. Some people still think his skills are still good. , Appreciate the attention.

Later, the owner of the Internet cafe saw that he was really miserable, and shook his head in his chair and asked:

"Want to make money? Turn on the camera if you want to make money."

Shen Qiao asked him contemptuously: "Is my face better than my skills?"

The boss nodded: "For some fans who can't understand the game—yes, your face looks better than your technique."

Shen Qiao: "...but am I not a game anchor?"

The boss spoke earnestly and patted the back of his chair: "You should be thankful that you are a game anchor, so that you are the best-looking of the game anchors, and the good-looking ones are the most good at playing games."

Shen Qiao: "..."

He reflexively replied: "I am not the best-looking."

For no reason, he suddenly thought of Lu Zhe. If that guy comes to live broadcast, he might get his salary for half a year if he turns on the camera...

He stared at the screen in a daze, feeling the sudden miss in that smoky, weird smell, and all kinds of curses.

The heart was sour and astringent, as if someone had poured a large glass of lemon juice into it and shook it. The limbs and skeletons felt that way, and every cell was clamoring with sorrow and sorrow.

"Yes, you are not the best-looking, you are the most handsome!" The boss didn't know what he thought, and walked away with a cigarette in his mouth.

Shen Qiao came back to his senses, watched the live broadcast room for a long time, turned on the camera suspiciously, and then that was the day when his live broadcast room traffic went up to four digits for the first time.

It was also the first time he received a reward.

Some people threw six dollars, some people threw system gifts, and the barrage started to become lively, but most of the problems were—

[Does little brother have a partner? If not, do you mind considering me? Do you mind if you have one more? 】

[Just look at you, whether you are a, b or o, I can do it! 】

[Can I be as handsome as you when I download lol now? 】

【Simpler! Say it! How much tip do you give to personal contact information? 】

Shen Qiao glanced at the smoky barrage, and couldn't help frowning: "Don't add friends."

The words fall...

The rewards stopped, and even the free gifts were gone.

The world is so real.

Shen Qiao's face changed, his bottom line was shaky, and finally he continued to play the game.

Then the next night, he saw this number that was throwing a hundred yuan in his live broadcast room as a reward.

He was not proficient in saying thankful words: "Thank you for the deep water of '69370000'—"

At the end, the voice weakened by two points, and added: "Do you want an administrator?"

Because this id is currently the most rewarded, so it hangs high in the reward list of Shen Qiao's live broadcast room.

In the end, he waited and waited, but didn't wait for the person's reply.

Shen Qiao was boring to ask himself, and didn't know what style of anchor this rich boss liked, so he just continued to play.

As a result, every day after that, the id will appear in the evening, and then leave after losing the reward, as if to send a wave of money.

…That month, it was the first time that Shen Qiao took a share of 600 yuan on the live broadcast platform, plus a basic salary of 800, and subtracting the 300 rent for the boss, leaving a thousand and one thousand. He was finally unable to make ends meet.

This id persisted until Shen Qiao was signed by the youth training team, as suddenly as when he came, disappeared and disappeared without a trace, but he always remembered.

…

Lu Zhe touched his head from behind, and said in a low voice: "At that time, I was in the northwest, and my mobile phone was an old-fashioned phone that couldn't even connect to the Internet. A classmate sent me a text message and told me that I saw you open a live broadcast. Thing..."

Su Qiongpei was determined to break the connection between him and Shen Qiao, for fear that their old relationship would rekindle.

Even the pocket money was paid to her fellow villagers over there, and asked them to send Lu Zhe a hundred dollars a day in cash. This pocket money is not small, and it can even make him live a pretty good life. If you save it, maybe it is. I have the opportunity to buy myself a cell phone again.

But he did not save until that day.

Since I heard about Shen Qiao’s live broadcast, he found the wealthiest classmate in the class on the same day, gave out 100 cash, and asked others to go to the live broadcast room to give a reward. It was the end of the month, and he had all the money left before. Two hundred of them, and occasionally add a meal in the cafeteria, the day is considered moist.

He didn't know about Shen Jingyi's death at the time, or whether Shen Qiao wanted to be with him again, so he only asked his classmates and didn't say anything else, just thinking, since he wanted to start a live broadcast, then he would just do whatever he wanted. Support it, just this time.

In the end, the classmate gave him feedback: "Hey? Do you want to add him as a friend? My current account is the biggest boss of his live broadcast room! I think maybe I can try it!"

"A hundred yuan is the big boss?" Lu Zhe was quite a little surprised.

"Rookie, it's all like this." His classmates were surprised.

Lu Zhe thought for a while, and then asked, "Do other people add friends to him as well?"

"It doesn't seem to be added... but I didn't ask, after all, I still want to see my beauty anchor! You know, hehe."

Lu Zhe nodded: "It's okay, maybe he doesn't want to know it's me, so that's it, thank you."

He was still alive at the time.

It was Shen Qiao who broke up with him first, and then the two of them were separated by the family for the second time. Even if he and his mother stressed countless times, he was not humble enough to be dumped and then posted.

But Su Qiongpei was still worried.

So although his old relationship is unforgettable, thinking of the guarantee with Su Qiongpei, he still didn't take the initiative to contact him, as if through a classmate relationship, he could dilute his feelings and gradually fade.

Until his classmates said to him the next day: "Hey, is your friend having a bad family life? I watched his live broadcast before going to bed last night. It was still at three o'clock. Today I was woken up by the alarm clock. Guess what? He's all night! Too hard!"

"The anchor is really hard to mix... I'm going to give my goddess a little more money!"

Lu Zhe was taken aback: "It should be... impossible, right?"

The classmate shrugged and stopped mentioning it to him.

Until that night, Lu Zhe routinely answered the phone calls from home. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but test Su Qiongpei to see if something happened at home recently.

Su Qiongpei hesitated, but in the end he didn't hold it back, and flaunted: "That woman finally died..."

Lu Zhe subconsciously asked, "What about Shen Qiao?"

Su Qiongpei's tone changed immediately: "What are you asking about this? Are you still thinking about him?"

After thinking about it, she said again: "It's useless if you are thinking about it. The kid is gone, and we don't care where he went-but Xiaozhe, don't do stupid things. If you miss the college entrance examination, your mother will go crazy. Yes, be good, okay? Mom, please, didn't you promise that I would never go to him again?"

Lu Zhe sneered in reply: "How can I find it? You let the neighbors monitor my whereabouts every day, and ask the head teacher to report to you whether I have gone to school, and the internet cable in the house is not connected to me. You will send me to jail, I think. Go find it, am I rich? Am I running away?"

He hung up the phone.

Then he sat in the room for an hour, mainly struggling with his thoughts.

In the end, he sighed again and again, still unavoidably worrying that Shen Qiao had no money, so he called that classmate at night and asked him to throw another hundred yuan and call him the money tomorrow.

The classmate asked him again, do you want to leave a message?

Lu Zhe: "No more..."

What if Shen Qiao knows it? Is it because he knows he can't leave? Or will he laugh at his affectionateness?

Just like this day after day, until his classmates said to him: "It's about to take the college entrance examination. My mother has confiscated my account number. Give you the account password of my account number. You can go to the live broadcast room to reward yourself the next day."

Lu Zhe was stunned. When he received the account and password note, he pursed his lips, not saying that his mobile phone could not be connected to the Internet.

Then his classmate added another sentence: "Hey, but I heard that he seems to have signed a youth training team. After he is about to play professionally, he probably won't be short of money."

Lu Zhe lowered his eyes, "Really?"

He said, "Forget it."

…

Later, after Lu Zhe played a professional game, he heard people talk about Shen Qiao's previous things, and then he knew that Shen Qiao hadn't lived well after leaving the Lu family.

He couldn't help but regret: if he had known earlier...

unfortunately.

They were all too weak at that time, and he was too insistent on unwarranted face.

Lu Zhe sighed lightly, buried his head in the back of Shen Qiao's neck, smelling his cool pheromone, and he was a little embarrassed in his tone:

"At that time, I didn't know that the live broadcast platform was two to eight points with you. When I thought of losing three thousand every month, you didn't know how much you got..." I wish I could travel back in time and beat that awkward myself. A meal.

Shen Qiao lowered his head and didn't look at the screen anymore. He only replied softly, "Enough."

Six hundred is enough, really.

He asked again: "Why do you think this is black history?"

Lu Zhe smiled and said, "Compared with the one hundred and two hundred thousand rewards in your live broadcast room, I put this nine thousand here like a public execution... I have thought about the title, #Shock! The DG team is so stingy! Lu The anchor Zhe Zhuiyi rewarded less than 10,000 yuan!#"

With a smile, he whispered in Shen Qiao's ear again: "Sorry, Qiao Qiao, I should be back soon." Go back to you early.

Shen Qiao buckled his neck with his backhand, tilted his head, smelled the smell of Lu Zhe, tried to control the enthusiasm in his eyes, and replied for a long time:

"It's not black history." The icing on the cake now is never as good as Lu Zhe's time.

He said, "Don't apologize either."

"You have always appeared in time." Sooner or later, it just happened to come into my life and light up my world.

The author has something to say:

Don't cry, Jojo! I give you my chocolate! Here! (Raising bird claw)