The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

Chen Zheng did not see the person Ling Si mentioned at the first time. There was still only a group of sentries following him in the training ground.

Once on the platform, Ling Si threw him a bandage and said, "No need for the mecha today."

While patting his forearms.

Chen Zheng took it and wrapped it around his hand carefully a few times. He was familiar with this thing, as it was a must-have for every game. Once he won a game, the thing wrapped around his hand would be sold out.

Even after thousands of years, people still believe in Feng Shui and metaphysics, and buying things used by champions can bring good luck to themselves to a large extent.

The quality of products on the edge stars is the lowest. There are countless underground factories and small workshops there. Oftentimes, the bandages on the hands fall off before the game is over. Chen Zheng thinks that those manufacturers should give him advertising fees.

But most of the time, they don't have this foresight and think it is a gift from God.

Everything was ready, Ling Si sat in his seat and waited. Chen Zheng lowered his head to bandage the wound, stroking the bandage, which was of a moderate tightness and different from the crude material of the ones on the edge stars. He felt unclear.

"Okay." Chen Zheng moved his arms to loosen up his muscles.

Ling Si put down the laptop in his hand and stood up. He was very thin, with fair skin, and looked like a white light source under the light. Unlike Chen Zheng's thick and prominent muscles, the young man was not the type that would easily gain muscle. His limbs were covered with a thin layer of texture, which was beautiful and smooth, and fit his body perfectly. His sense of strength was no less than that of a muscular man like Chen Zheng.

The people who followed looked around for the best viewing spot.

Taking an attacking stance, Ling Si attacked first, his fist slashing across the side of Chen Zheng's neck, the sharp wind of the fist making people feel a phantom of severe pain. Chen Zheng anticipated his move, leaned back, dodged a side swipe, and exerted force with his feet at the same time.

.......

Unlike mechas, a fist-to-flesh fight can really hurt the body. Like the character of the Duke's son, his boxing style is also full of arrogance and condescending scrutiny, and every time he screens his opponents to see if they are qualified.

Obviously, Chen Zheng passed his screening.

Although defeated, Ling Si was in a better mood than before and threw him a bottle of water and a towel.

The things were prepared by Shang Yue. Staring at them with a cold, warning gaze, Chen Zheng suddenly felt that it was not just the competition that had been won. The Duke's son's little followers all had unfriendly expressions, as if Chen Zheng would be in trouble if he dared to use them.

At this time, the sentinels had a strong possessiveness towards the things Shang Yue prepared and no longer cursed inwardly, because they all agreed that those things belonged to Ling Si.

The owner of the item obviously didn't think so. Ling Si took off the bandage on his hand, Shang Yue took it and threw it into the trash can, and heard him say, "I'm going to take a shower."

The intense exercise made the surface of the skin wet and hot, and he didn't want to be covered in sweat as he had other things to do later.

The sentinels' eyes wandered, and they sat in their positions, not knowing where to put their hands. "Take a shower, take a shower. It's so comfortable..."

There were several bathrooms, and Ling Si specifically asked Chen Zheng what he thought. The latter refused. If he really agreed, he would be cut to death by these knife-like gazes before Ling Si came back.

The sentries admired Chen Zheng's ability to understand the situation and discussed the matter in a low voice.

Shang Yue sat alone on one side, picked up something from the trash can, dusted it off, and put it on his lap to sort it out.

The scene before him seemed a little absurd to him. On one side were the sentinels with excited expressions, and on the other side was Shang Yue who picked up the things discarded by the little duke and took good care of them.

In this situation, Chen Zheng's hair stood on end for no reason. Doesn't Ling Si think that the possessiveness of these people following him is too morbid?

.......

Under the shock, Chen Zheng forgot that he came here today to find out who was behind the trouble, and his mind was a little confused.

Shang Yue put the bandage he had prepared in his hand into his pocket, and looked up as if he had noticed something. Chen Zheng's expression changed from confused to weird.

The noise in the venue gradually died down, and everyone looked in one direction tacitly. Chen Zheng followed suit and looked over there, then withdrew his gaze as if he had been burned.

He has no clothes...

To be precise, he was not wearing a shirt and only half of his combat uniform. Just as Chen Zheng had guessed, Ling Si's muscles were not very well-developed, but his lines were very beautiful, and each muscle was perfectly symmetrical, which made people unable to help but admire him.

When your eyes are focused, it is easy to magnify some details... the skin that is turned pink by the water vapor, and the water drops that are about to fall.

The sound of swallowing saliva was heard in the air, and Chen Zheng suddenly woke up. He turned around, his breathing was a little irregular, and his ears were hot.