Save the Sick Iceberg Project

The smell of milk in the mouth overflowed, and Rong Xin covered his mouth violently, reflexively wanting to retch.My lactose-intolerant stomach churned violently, desperately trying to get the stray milk out.

Rong Xin grabbed the edge of the table and turned his back to the camera. He exhausted all his willpower so as not to spit it out on the spot. He covered his mouth and took a few deep breaths, swallowing the milk that poured into the esophagus forcefully like a blade.

How can there be milk in the glass.

Nausea was turned upside down, Rong Xin's hand holding the table had veins burst out, he resisted the discomfort in his stomach and raised his eyes to look at his cup.The cup was kept in the school bag all the time, and it was only taken out half an hour before the game to be filled with water, and it was placed on the table in the lounge for a short while.

Someone took advantage of this brief moment to tamper with his water.

who is it.

The nausea has gradually turned into a dull pain. Rong Xin frowned and closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them. Cold sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead. Even Pei Yan hadn't told him about his milk allergy. Apart from Xie Zhiyuan, the only ones who knew about this were his three former teammates.

Could it be them.

In the memory, the four people laughed at the gate of Hope University, and the setting sun shone on everyone's warm and kind faces, coating everyone with a layer of warm golden color. It was a short-lived but pure friendship without impurities.

Rong Xin took a deep breath, and used this movement to erase the doubts in his mind one by one. When he raised his eyes, he had already suppressed all emotions under the calm and deep cool pupils.

It can't be them, there is a high probability that someone overheard their chat at the door of the milk tea shop.

"Brother Rong?" His teammate Tan Shiyue, who was sitting next to him, noticed his abnormality and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Rong Xin shook his head and let go of the table. The growing pain in his stomach made his movements a little stiff, but it didn't stop him from standing up slowly: "It's okay."

It's just a glass of milk, it's impossible to stop him from winning.

East End, Police Station.

"Pei Yan." Lao Pei took off his glasses, and his face, which had been polished by the years, showed a rare expression of helplessness. What are you talking about, now you still want to investigate the arson case in the evidence room three years ago? Did I pay you a salary, or did I give you a special subsidy? What are you doing?"

Qi Yiming and Peng Rui, who were standing in the corner of the office, were implicated for no reason and were called in front of Peitou. They were both silent as if they didn't dare to take a breath, but they couldn't hold back a burst of laughter when they heard this.

"Still laughing?" Lao Pei raised his eyebrows, slapped the table, pointed at the two most incomprehensible members of the criminal police team, and cursed, "You two are helping the gangsters, and he asked you to find the file for him, just look for it, ask You two just answer. I think you two can pack your bags and go home tonight, and let Pei Yan be your boss in the future!"

Qi Yiming and Peng Rui's old Pei's Long Yan were so frightened that they both stood at attention, eager to swear loyalty immediately: "Pei, we are wrong!"

"If Pei Yan talks to us again, we'll treat him as a fart!"

"No matter how loud it is, we will ignore him!"

Pei Yan's eyes widened at the sudden betrayal of the two good brothers, and he said "tsk tsk" twice to show his dislike, and put his face in his pocket without blushing, and pulled the chair to sit in front of his father: "Dad, don't you Understood, if I solve this case, I will have a target."

"Don't fart with me." Old Pei was usually deceived by him a lot, and he didn't believe his prevarication about finding a partner for a long time. He rubbed the walnut in his hand and snorted heavily, "Little brat, I don't know you yet."

"This time it's true!" Pei Yan calmed down, with a little more cunning in his eyes, "To tell you the truth, the reason why I investigated these cases was because a relative of one of my classmates was involved. This classmate, Mr. He looks good and has a good figure, and he is a top student. He has passed 703 in the unified examination of the alliance! How should I put it... I am chasing after me. Giving me the resources to help me investigate the case now is to help your son take a step closer to finding your daughter-in-law, and there is absolutely no harm in it."

Beauty school bully?

Old Pei pricked up his ears, Qi Yiming and Peng Rui also opened their eyes wide, Qi Yiming exclaimed in a low voice: "Fuck, Pei Yan's spring is coming?"

Peng Rui winked at Qi Yiming and hinted in a low voice: "He never found a girlfriend, I thought he was frigid."

"Is this really the case?" Old Pei narrowed his eyes suspiciously, still a little unbelieving, and secretly decided that if Pei Yan talked about his daughter-in-law again, he would open his brain with a walnut in his hand , and then brought it home to Xu Xiaoyan's family law.

Pei Yan Erlang's legs stopped turning up, and he sat upright and raised three fingers to swear: "Absolutely true! I swear to the walnut in your hand, if this case is investigated and it is not for your daughter-in-law, I will immediately take my mother's surname!"

Ten minutes later, Pei Yan came out of Lao Pei's office with the corners of his mouth curled up, like a wolf with a big tail that had won the battle. There was already a phone number called "Wang Guoqiang" in his phone, which was his daughter-in-law on the left and his daughter-in-law on the right. The daughter-in-law was trying to trick his father from the database.

"Wang Guoqiang, Wang Guoqiang, let's see what's wrong with you." Pei Yan was just about to make a call to the former evidence room administrator who was full of suspicion written all over his body, to have a good chat about the original fire, when suddenly, his phone screen But it lit up first.

It was Cong Qiu's voice call.

Cong Qiu should be watching Rong Xin's debate at this time. Could it be that the debate ended early?

Pei Yan picked it up suspiciously: "Hello, Xiaoqiuzi."

"Brother Pei!" Cong Qiu's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hurry up and come to the venue, Brother Rong seems to have something wrong!"

Pei Yan was so full of enthusiasm that he hadn't come to remember the victory, but the smile on his face froze immediately. He grabbed the phone and changed his ears: "What do you mean? What's wrong with Rong Xin?"

Cong Qiu said anxiously: "I'll send you a video and you can watch it yourself. Anyway, you should come back quickly. I don't think his condition is right."

Cong Qiu hung up the phone, and "buzzing" sent several videos in succession.

Pei Yan clicked on it, and his pupils shrank suddenly—Rong Xin was sitting at Sibian's seat taking notes, but for some reason, his hands were shaking.

Rong Xin's tense body movements and slightly frowning eyebrows all showed that he was suffering from great discomfort. His body was slightly bent, almost putting his entire body weight on the edge of the table, and the hard edge of the table almost sank into the edge of the table. It squeezed his upper abdomen, and wrinkled the straight suit, and the unbearable pain almost overflowed through the screen.

That handsome and unparalleled face was so pale that there was almost no blood, and the porcelain-like face was covered with cold sweat, which was winding down along the black temples and falling drop by drop at the end of the arc of the jaw.

Pei Yan's heartbeat stopped in an instant, and he was very clear about Rong Xin's body movements - he had a stomachache!

How could it be so painful!

Pei Yan suddenly jumped up and ran downstairs, and rushed straight to the road like flying: "Taxi!——"

Hope University, Auditorium.

"Money is not the root of all evil. Human behavior can lead to malice. It must be very unfair to attribute all evil to money! Imagine a corrupt official who has embezzled hundreds of millions of assets, and he cried in front of the court. It’s not his actions that say evil, but the money that does evil. Or if a robber declares that his crime is not evil at all after robbing and murdering, then the tens of thousands of money that tempted him is evil, will you believe it?…”

The opponent's voice of Shen Qinglin's three debates came from a distance, and the audience applauded one after another, all of which were recognition of his witty words. Like a full-blooded high-energy debate machine, sometimes citing classics and sometimes giving examples, the audience's emotions were mobilized by him, and the balance of victory and defeat in everyone's minds began to tilt to the opposite side.

No, there is a flaw in Shen Qinglin's logic...

The pen in Rong Xin's hand trembled so much that he could hardly hold it. He tried hard to listen to every point Shen Qinglin said, but was always interrupted by bursts of sharp pain.

Where is the flaw... think quickly... um!

Suddenly, there was an intensified twisting in the stomach, as if there were countless poisonous snakes biting and writhing in it, stimulating the delicate stomach wall to contract and spasm unceasingly.

It hurts.

Rong Xin pressed his upper abdomen hard with the edge of the table, the skin and flesh were almost numb, but the inner organs could not be touched at all, the pain caused his eyes to turn black.He could feel his stomach shrinking into a hard ball, as if being tightened by a big hand.A sharp pain like a knife cut came from deep in the upper abdomen along with the tightening of the stomach sac, each time it would cause him such pain that he couldn't help but suppressed low gasps from his nasal cavity.

How could it hurt so much.

Cold sweat permeated the entire back, Rong Xin lowered his head, his white neck was tense, and it was covered with dripping water.He memorized a few key points with difficulty, and bit his lip hard - if he didn't do this, he was afraid that he would groan/groan out in pain.

He could feel the worried eyes of his teammates, and he could feel that a few people in the audience had noticed his abnormality, but he couldn't restrain the physical reaction caused by the severe pain at all.

Having not eaten dairy in several years, this sudden irritation was worse than he had imagined.

Suddenly, another wave of sharp pain pierced his stomach like a knife. Rong Xin trembled and almost groaned.

It really hurts.

The pain once again interrupted his thoughts, his stomach seemed to be stabbed in and pulled out fiercely by a barbed blade, bean-sized beads of sweat dripped down Rong Xin's white cheeks, and he wanted to lick himself in pain. Curled up into a ball, put his hands into his stomach.

Rong Xin panted and forced himself to concentrate, but at this moment of unbearable pain and urgency, he couldn't help but see Pei Yan's face in his mind—in the cafeteria two months ago, under the sun, The boy's gentle and anxious handsome face.

Before he knew it, it had been almost two months since that stomachache, but he still clearly remembered that Pei Yan was always by his side when he was in the most pain, holding his shoulders to feed him water, and smiling The expensive clothes were handed to him, and he was asked to lie down and rest for a while.

Did I still lean on his shoulder afterwards?

At that time, the pain was so severe that he couldn't remember it clearly, but he only remembered the fragrance of Pei Yan's body and the broad and powerful arms, which gave people peace of mind.

Rong Xin subconsciously raised his sweaty eyelashes to look at the audience, but this time, his eyes dimmed.

Pei Yan's seat was still empty.

This time, he didn't come.

It was as if the heart had been pricked by a needle, and then there was a sharp pain in the stomach, which was so painful that Rong Xin couldn't bear it any longer and pressed his fist into the stomach with one hand, blocking the camera and everyone's sight with his body , His fists sank deeply into his upper abdomen, crumpling his suit into a ball.

The tearing pain in his stomach made him want to lie down, and all the beauty and heartache in his mind disappeared.

The opponent's argument became clear again.

This is on the field.

Rong Xin's will gradually became clear. He must continue to endure until he wins the game and has the opportunity to enter the Hongcheng Group.

He can still hold on.

Dou Da's cold sweat dripped down Rong Xin's chin, and a layer of cold frost slowly appeared in his dark eyes.

No matter who it is, it is impossible to force him to retire with such a low-handed method.

Isn't it just a stomachache?

He wants to show those who are waiting to see his jokes that even so, he can win.

Someone called him softly from behind. It was a staff member squatting outside the camera, asking him in a worried whisper if he was not feeling well and if he could continue.

"Painkillers," Rong Xin panted and turned back, his handsome face was almost completely pale, his pupils were dark, "I need two painkillers."

The author has something to say: However, painkillers are useless~