I have my own deodorant, and I am troubled every day

Biaozi was anxious: "What's wrong with your hand!"

Xiao Jing didn't hide it either: "It was done by the opponent in the last match."

"Damn it, what a little bastard, I'll ask someone to beat him up and cut off his hands!" Biaozi said with a gloomy look in his eyes, and he was about to call someone.

Xiao Jing stopped him, calmly: "No need, I have taught you a lesson. The other party didn't get any benefits."

Km was beaten up by him with a sack, and the left hand of Fang Ying who instigated him was probably not much better than him.

Xiao Jing put his right hand in his pocket as if nothing had happened, and he poked Biaozi with his elbow in a foolish way: "If you don't give me a cigarette, come and fight."

Biaozi was extremely irritable, and the injury on Xiao Jing's hand was still imprinted in his mind: "I won't fight, I will fight you when I'm crazy. Don't you see how your hand is hurt!"

Xiao Jing stood up, with a cold light in her black eyes: "You don't have to fight me, I will do it myself."

He showed a bloody smile, as if he didn't notice everything.

Biaozi had an ominous premonition in his heart.

He stood up abruptly and followed behind Xiao Jing, seeing Xiao Jing went to borrow gloves without even changing his clothes, so he went to find a sandbag that looked pleasing to the eye.

"What are you doing?" Biaozi asked warily.

Xiao Jing looked indifferent: "Take care of your business."

He put on the gloves slowly and even adjusted them.

The sandbag was right in front of him, and Xiao Jing stared at it for a few seconds expressionlessly.

Started hard.

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When Yu Yu received the call, she was looking for food for the blue birds.

The phone screen displayed a call from Xiao Jing.

Yu Yu: "Hello? Xiao Jing?"

"Please come over here, Xiao Jing will really lose his hand if you continue to fight like this!" Biaozi took Xiao Jing's mobile phone and looked back at Xiao Jing who was venting his anger on the sandbag.

There was already blood oozing from the glove and dripping on the ground.

No one can stop Xiao Jing from doing something.

He couldn't stop Xiao Jing, but he couldn't just watch him self-mutilate.Biaozi lowered his voice, explained the situation in a short and anxious tone, and also gave the address of the boxing gym.

Yu Yu poured the half-peeled corn kernels into a small bowl, and let the blue birds make do with it, then wrapped herself in cotton-padded clothes, a velvet hat, and a towel, and brought the hospital's examination report, hurriedly to go out.

He rushed to the boxing gym according to the address Biaozi said, and followed the instructions to find the person.

Xiao Jing was still beating, as if he didn't feel the pain, he landed a punch on the hard sandbag.

Blood snaked down his wrist, like a long scarlet snake, dangerous and frightening.

"Xiao Jing!" Yu Yu shouted.

Biaozi noticed Yu Yu one step earlier, and was a little surprised when he saw him, as if he didn't expect such a young man who was not aggressive at all.

In his impression, Xiao Jing's friends were all big, rough men, and he had never seen such a young and soft young man, like a little prince walking out of a rose castle, so good-looking that he couldn't move his eyes.

Yu Yu's scarf ran away on the road, her face was flushed by the wind.

Xiao Jing heard Yu Yu's cry, he turned his head and glanced at Yu Yu.

"Why are you here?" Xiao Jing's voice became hoarse.

Yu Yu ran forward, and the loose scarf floated behind him like a little tail.

Xiao Jing took off the gloves subconsciously, and reached out to help Yu Yu wrap the scarf again.

He just stretched out his hand and realized that something was wrong when Yu Yu's eyes fell on his right hand.

His right hand was still covered in blood, and the bandages couldn't cover the oozing blood, and it was stained bloody.

If you touch that warm yellow scarf with this hand, you will probably get a bloody handprint on it, which is scary.

Xiao Jing smiled, and was about to retract his right hand, but Yu Yu suddenly grabbed his right arm, preventing him from retracting his right hand.

"You said you went to the gym." Yu Yu pursed her lips tightly, her clear black eyes fixed on Xiao Jing, as if she could see through all his troubles.

Xiao Jing twitched the corner of her mouth: "A boxing gym is similar to a gym."

His tone was relaxed, even a little teasing: "Angry? Is it because I haven't ordered takeaway lunch for you—"

"Xiao Jing." Yu Yu interrupted Xiao Jing's words.

"You don't want your hand anymore." Yu Yu said this sentence very calmly, a declarative sentence.

Xiao Jing put away that naughty smile.

When he wasn't smiling, the aggressiveness of his sharp facial features was revealed, and that beast-like wild oppression was extremely strong.

"It doesn't want me anymore."

"My right hand will not heal. Even if I do rehabilitation, there will still be serious sequelae after recovery."

"It can't do finer work, maybe it can't even write a beautiful character, it can only write like a dog. Let alone continue to play e-sports."

Xiao Jing was silent for a while: "What's the difference between this and being abolished?"

Biaozi listened to the whole process, he only felt a sense of despair that was too cold.

Competitive and competitive is the best way to describe Xiao Jing.

What's even more frightening is that such a person has never lost once.

This makes it easy for him to go to extremes. When he wins all the way, he will become more and more courageous, but once he encounters setbacks, he is likely to get into a dead end and cannot get out.

But now, Xiao Jing walked into a dead end.

Biaozi wanted to touch the cigarette and smoke it.

"40%." Yu Yu suddenly said.

Xiao Jing was taken aback: "What?"

"I went to the hospital for the test results yesterday. The doctor said that the probability of complete recovery is 40%." Yu Yu said.

Xiao Jing heard it clearly, and he laughed softly: "Are you planning to lie to me now?"

He also used the outrageous figure of 40% to deceive. The highest recovery rate given by the doctor before was about 2%.

"Next time you lie to me, remember to say a more reliable number, otherwise I won't believe it." Xiao Jing said.

Yu Yu let go of Xiao Jing's hand, took a breath, and felt that he was an angry puffer fish that would explode soon.

Yu Yu took out the inspection report from his pocket, and slapped Xiao Jing on the face with a "slap".

"..."

Xiao Jing seemed to be dazed by the sudden slap, and froze there, not daring to move for a while.

Yu Yu pursed her mouth and said angrily, "Look for yourself!"

Xiao Jing took the few pieces of paper on his face and looked at them honestly.

His expression changed from being indifferent at the beginning, to being half-believing, and then to being pleasantly surprised.

"40%?" Xiao Jing still couldn't believe it, he looked up at Yu Yu, as if he was looking for confirmation and affirmation.

"40%." Yu Yu said with certainty.

Xiao Jing calmed down a little, but hesitated again: "40%... is not considered..."

Yu Yu: "Not high, is it?"

Yu Yu looked at Xiao Jing, the lights of the boxing gym shone on him so brightly that Xiao Jing almost squinted his eyes to look at him.

"Don't you like playing games?"

"Before a game starts, your chance of winning is 50%, which is not much different from 40%."

"But you'll still go, right?"

Xiao Jing opened his mouth, as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in his throat, it was difficult for him to speak out: "That's different." There was a sense of stagnation in the voice he squeezed out, and it was no longer clear.

"I can play because I believe that I will definitely win." In his words, there is an arrogance that only a regular winner can have, but this arrogance is not as strong as it was before he was injured.

It was like dust on a jewel, the sharp aura was covered by the gray dust.

Yu Yu licked her lips, revealing the dimples on her cheeks: "Then why can't you believe that you will recover completely?"

"Are you that sure you'll lose?"

Xiao Jing was stunned.

Xiao Jing suddenly remembered that five years ago, he stepped into the e-sports field he dreamed of for the first time, and even reached the finals all the way.Seeing that he seemed nervous, his coach patted him on the shoulder and asked him:

"What? Are you afraid of losing?"

How did he answer at that time?

Xiao Jing could still clearly remember the blood-boiling excitement at that time, he was not nervous at all, but excited.

At that time, he answered the coach with the recklessness of a newborn calf:

"Losing? I never thought about losing. I was thinking about how to celebrate after winning the first championship."

The 17-year-old Xiao Jing was full of spirits and indeed won the final as he said.

Now 22-year-old Xiao Jing is standing here.

He raised his head and smiled wantonly, just like the 17-year-old Xiao Jing standing in front of the finals, without the slightest bit of fear in his eyes: "No."

"I believe I will win."

The author has something to say: Xiao Xiao has never experienced a setback, but when he encounters a setback, it is a devastating setback, so his mentality collapsed.

However, people still have to experience setbacks to grow.