The Almighty Female Supporting Role of Quick Transmigration is in training

Chapter 83 The Challenge of the Love Rival in the Simulation Game (25)

"Is there nothing Xiaojiu wants to explain to me?"

"Crazy!" Luo Qinghuan cursed in a low voice, moved the wrist that was held by him, and found that she couldn't break free with her strength, "Qiandai Yongzong, let me go!"

"Did you drink just now?" Qiandai Yongzong didn't pay attention to her lack of cooperation, but lowered his head and sniffed at her neck. His sudden approach made Luo Qinghuan shiver uncontrollably. But it was unavoidable, the tip of the nose was full of the faint smell of disinfectant on the man's body.

"Don't blame me for being rude if you don't let go!"

"Hehe." Seeing that Luo Qinghuan didn't answer his question, Qiandai Yongzong smiled deeply, as if a little dissatisfied, "Xiao Jiu, how rude are you?"

"You..." This psychopath—even though he couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark, Luo Qinghuan could still realize that the man's mocking eyes seemed to be grazing every inch of her bare skin, and she didn't know what Qiandai Yongzong wanted to do. She'd better keep her cool anyway.

Thinking of this, Luo Qinghuan gritted her teeth and swallowed back the words that had come to her lips.

"Why aren't you talking?" Qiandai Yongzong's voice came from above his head, "Xiao Jiu, I'm waiting for your answer."

"I don't think I have anything to explain to Chiyo-san."

Qiandai Yongzong squinted his eyes, looked down at the woman who was imprisoned between his arms, and felt agitated for the first time.

"Why didn't you leave the black goat."

"Why? They are all my teammates, why should I leave them?"

"Xiao Jiu, you don't need weak people like them at all..."

"Mr. Chiyo, I don't need them, do they need you?"

"As long as you open your mouth..."

"Stop joking," Luo Qinghuan took a deep breath of air, a strange emotion surged in her heart, almost engulfing her, and she couldn't tell whether it was her own emotion or the original owner's emotion, so she smiled coldly, "Haven't Mr. Chiyo played enough of the pretentious tricks?"

Still as usual, the man on the lips had a calm smile, but now, Qiandai Yongzong suddenly felt that the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little stiff.

The atmosphere was a bit dull for a while, and before Luo Qinghuan could speak, Qiandai Yongzong could only smile helplessly, raised his hand to touch her side face and sighed: "Xiao Jiu really has a temper like a child!"

"Mr. Chiyo, that's enough."

Qiandai Yongzong's hand stroking the woman's cheek stopped following the woman's faint sigh, and just as he pulled out his hand to stroke her, one of Luo Qinghuan's wrists also regained its freedom.

Easily pushed away Qiandai Yongzong's hand lingering on her face, Luo Qinghuan paused and said: "Isn't what Mr. Qiandai wants to see is my distraught look? From the end of the game to now, I have always been Haven't you lost interest in this picture?"

"There should be nothing in me that Mr. Chiyo is interested in. Mr. Chiyo can let me go."

Chiyo Yongzong's pupils shrank slightly, and he vaguely felt that there was a subtle sense of disobedience in the scene in front of him, as if something had deviated from its original track.

This immature and interesting toy in his eyes seemed to have seen through his mind, and this realization made him very unhappy.

"Xiao Jiu, what are you talking about?"

"Mr. Chiyo, I don't want to play with you anymore, you should find someone else."

When Qiandai Yongzong came to his senses, Luo Qinghuan had broken free from his control at some point and moved a distance away from him. The broken street lamp suddenly turned on with a crackling sound for a few seconds, and then went dark again.

This time is enough for Qiandai Yongzong to remember her appearance firmly.

She was exactly the same as she was on the field at that time.

It was—it made him very unhappy.

Qiandai Yongzong was shaken for a moment, but unfortunately his bad nature still prevailed, he heard himself speak slowly, his voice was a little erratic.

"Oh, when did you find out? Could it be that he won the Black Goat in this competition and then deliberately lost to the Rose Crown?"

"I was eliminated by a new team in the first round, and the opponent who wanted to compete shoulder to shoulder still easily won the championship. Didn't these make Xiao Jiu feel ashamed and sad?"

"I haven't seen this painful expression on Xiaojiu's face. It seems that Xiaojiu doesn't even have the basic sense of shame."

"Hey, Xiao Jiu, you can make me excited when you show that expression."

Listening to the man talking to himself, Luo Qinghuan had an inexplicable urge to laugh, so she pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed out loud. It's such a tragic thing to fall in love with such a bad character.

"That really disappointed Mr. Chiyo. After I lost to Xia Yiyi, I told myself that I would never show the pain of failure or deception in front of others again."

The following words were almost whispering, Qiandai Yongzong was stunned for a moment, he reached out his hand to Luo Qinghuan to grab her sleeve, but saw Luo Qinghuan running over without looking back.

He said in his mouth that he would not suffer from failure and deceit, but the faint sorrow lingering around her, like a snake, penetrated into his already cold heart.

……

In the next few days, Luo Qinghuan, who was busy dealing with Xie Tingyu, almost forgot the unpleasant meeting with Qiandai Yongzong that day. Under Xie Tingyu's urging, Luo Qinghuan finally revealed some important news to him, and in exchange for Entry ticket to STG.

Xie Tingyu is not stupid, he gave the ticket named after the "Rose Crown" team, Luo Qinghuan must participate as a member of the "Rose Crown" team, in order to be able to challenge Xia Yiyi and Xie Tingyu as a free identity, Luo Qinghuan Huan still needs to give Xie Tingyu more important news.

Xie Tingyu's actions were also noticed by Xia Yiyi's father.

That day Nan Mi was lying on the bed reading children's comics, and Luo Qinghuan's cell phone, which was placed next to her, rang tirelessly.

Hearing the voice, Luo Qinghuan unhurriedly sent a text message to Nan Wu on Nan Mi's mobile phone, and then slowly walked away to pick up the phone.

(End of this chapter)