your glory my sniper

When Ling Jibei saw the scene, he was a little dumbfounded. The situation seemed to be more serious than he thought.

He pushed aside the crowd around him, and saw the beaten boy lying on the ground with his hands covering his forehead. Blood gushed out from his fingers and fell into his neck, which turned red, which was very frightening.

Shen Maojie, who beat the man, stood not far away unscathed, with a chair in his hand, and was pulled by several players who were training at the same time, still clamoring to move forward. "Say it! Tell me one more sentence? Fuck you!"

He yelled rudely, and smashed the chair in his hand to the ground with a loud bang, so frightening that no one dared to speak out.

Qian Meng, the person in charge of the youth training team, went out for supper, and the management of the team was not there, so everyone had to turn their attention to Ling Jibei, waiting for him to solve it with anticipation.

"Team Ling!"

"Ling Shen!"

"Brother North!"

...

Ling Jibei only felt that his head was big, he didn't know any of these two people, he even said that he didn't know the entire youth training team.

"What's going on?" He looked at Shen Maojie with a rare serious look, and reprimanded, "You started fighting in a few days?"

When Shen Maojie saw Ling Jibei, his expression softened unexpectedly.

"Lingshen..." His eyes lit up, his pupils visibly trembled, his restraint was completely different from that of just now, his face was flushed red, he didn't know whether it was from anger or nervousness, he raised his voice after a long time, "Yes He owes cleaning up!"

Ling Jibei is Shen Maojie's idol, and in his heart as a sophomore boy, he is like an existence of faith.His goal of coming to DLK to participate in the youth training is also to emulate him and become as strong as him.Even because Ling Jibei's professional ID is North, Shen Maojie deliberately changed his ID to South.

Ling Jibei went forward to examine the man's wound carefully. On the forehead, the wound was deep, and blood gushed out.

"I'm going to get the car keys, you help him hold his head, and quickly help him to my car." He turned and went upstairs, not forgetting to remind, "White car, the license plate ends with four and six."

...

Not long after Ling Jibei sent him to the hospital, Qian Meng rushed over, he was out of breath, "I'm going, what's the matter, I'm eating crayfish, why are we still fighting?" It's..."

Ling Jibei shrugged, "It's all right, I fell asleep with a few stitches, it's funny to say, because beating the king, one of them said another dish, and it started?"

He couldn't believe it when he said it, "Are all kids so glass-hearted now?" "Hey, let me tell you, that Shen Maojie is not normal. Many team members reacted to me. He was too hostile, like a social person. There is definitely something wrong with the tutoring." He took out his mobile phone and said while typing, "If you don't believe me, wait for his parents to come and take a look, it's definitely not a good thing."

"Are you still looking for parents?"

"That's right, I sent a message to Shen Maojie and asked him to notify his parents to come to the hospital together. He must give an explanation to the family members of the injured."

Ling Jibei yawned, a little tired, and moved his neck lazily, "Then you stay here slowly, I'm going back."

"Tsk, isn't that buddy!" Qian Meng became anxious when she heard that, "You wait for me, it's not easy to take a taxi at night, so you can drive me back."

"No, I'm the most annoying person in the hospital, and I don't want to stay there for a second longer." Ling Jibei patted Qianmeng's shoulder and refused directly, "If you can't get a taxi, just run back, just to digest your time. Belly shrimp."

...

The family members of the injured arrived at this time. It was a big man with a cropped hair, tall and strong, and his muscles were bulging and tense.His face was full of flesh and fierce, and he strode towards the two of them.

Qian Meng is not a few years older than Ling Jibei, seeing the situation, she couldn't help but hold him back, and muttered in a low voice, "You... don't leave, this big brother doesn't look good."

...

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Yu Jianglan took painkillers and just fell asleep in a daze when the phone rang.

His throat was dry and sore, he gave a hoarse "Hello" and raised his hand to pinch the space between his brows, but he was still not very conscious.

"Jiang Lan! It's not good! Something happened to Jiejie!" On the other side of the phone was the crying voice of my aunt.

Yu Jianglan's temples popped, his brows furrowed, and he opened his eyes.

It was almost midnight when he arrived at the hospital.

The injured man's father was furious at Shen Maojie when he learned that more than a dozen stitches would leave scars.No matter how fierce the latter was, he was still young after all, and immediately froze in front of this middle-aged man, trembling and afraid to speak.

Ling Jibei was persuading Qian Meng, he raised his eyes inadvertently, and suddenly saw Yu Jianglan walking towards him with some list.

He thought for a moment that he was hallucinating, narrowed his eyes and looked more carefully, closed them tightly and then opened them again, making sure that it was Yu Jianglan.

His complexion looked bad, his eyes were dim and tired, and his mental state was visibly terrible to the naked eye.

Seeing Ling Jibei, Yu Jianglan intertwined his eyes briefly, nodded his head as a greeting, and then looked at Shen Maojie at the side, "Did you hit someone?"

His voice was not loud, but his tone was extremely sharp.

Seeing Yu Jianglan, Shen Maojie felt relieved, although he knew he was wrong, he still yelled loudly: "He scolded me first!"

"What did you scold you for?" Yu Jianglan glanced at him again.

"He said I'm a waste jungler, a dish, shit, why is it all my fault?"

"E-sports, food is the original sin." Yu Jianglan sneered, and said slowly, "What are you wronged about?"

His tone was cold, although he looked extremely indifferent, but seemingly inadvertently, he still blocked Shen Maojie behind him.

Yu Jianglan was very tall, under the pressure of his height, the middle-aged man raised his eyes and stared, a little serious, although he rebuked a few more words, but the words he said were obviously not as harsh as before.

Yu Jianglan looked calm, nodded slightly, and kept apologizing to him, "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, my brother is not sensible, I have already paid the medical expenses, we can also talk about the compensation slowly, you calm down first..."

younger brother?

Are Shen Maojie and Yu Jianglan relatives?

Ling Jibei watched from the side, and pursed his lips. He was not used to seeing this man bow his head, so that he felt a little distressed.

Shen Maojie looked on coldly with his head tilted, without any shame, and raised his chin to look like a demonstration. He glanced at Yu Jianglan from the corner of his eyes, his eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

Yu Jianglan kept apologizing, speaking in a decent and thoughtful manner, and quickly calmed down the injured father.

The middle-aged man accepted the apology and compensation, but he still felt angry when he glanced at Shen Maojie, who was standing beside him without any regrets. Learn to be a man!"

As everyone knows, this sentence made Shen Maojie explode on the spot.

What he hates the most is that others compare him to Yu Jianglan.

"What the hell are you talking about!" Shen Maojie rolled up his sleeves, and slammed forward to grab the middle-aged man's collar, "You fucking point me again!!"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then his anger rose. He grabbed Shen Maojie's shoulder and neck, and the two of them were about to wrestle.Yu Jianglan hurried forward to pull, both of them were angry, and they waved their powerful arms at the same time, pushing him aside.

Ling Jibei was the closest to Yu Jianglan, watching him staggering back two steps, just realized that before he stretched out his hand, he saw his knees bent and his body fell backwards unbalanced.Unbiased, the waist hits the corner of the table exactly.

Click—

The blunt sound of dislocation of bones made Ling Jibei's heart sink suddenly.

"Yu Jianglan!" He cried out aloud.

Yu Jianglan froze there, terribly quiet, his hands were tightly propped on the edge of the table behind him, his waist was motionless, and the hard edges were just like that between his vertebrae.

He didn't speak and didn't cry out the pain, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and then his eyes turned red silently.

Yu Jianglan didn't know how to describe the pain that was running through his body at this moment. The sensation of his legs was pulled away rapidly, and he was weak and trembling uncontrollably.

At that moment, he thought he was paralyzed and his life was over.

"How are you! You hit your waist, didn't you?" Ling Jibei leaned over quickly, looked anxiously from head to toe several times, and finally just held his wrist, not daring to touch anything else.

Yu Jianglan didn't speak, he took a few quick breaths, and suddenly turned his face to the side, his facial features were painfully wrinkled in an instant, although they were stretched out in the next second, Ling Jibei still saw it.

For some reason, he felt that he was in pain right now, so painful that he could empathize with it just by thinking about it.

Yu Jianglan's eyes were dark, and he couldn't stand the extreme pain. He couldn't say anything, and his mind went blank.

The next moment, he felt his body lighten up, and Ling Jibei carried him on his back.

"Doctor! Doctor!!!" As he ran out, he shouted at the nurse on duty in a white coat in the corridor, "Which floor is the orthopedics department on!?"

"Fourth floor."