What should I do if the avatar is getting more and more cute?

No matter how bad the rich kids are, they will maintain their superficial restraint and demeanor, and there are still a few who directly tear their faces. Most of the time, they have yin and yang and weirdness inside others, and they use more insinuation.

It's rare to be as direct as Fang Heng just now.

Especially when there is a beautiful woman present, these superficially gentle people have to maintain their quality and demeanor.

But now they met someone who justly and confidently taunted them, they didn't know how to respond, they stayed in place one by one, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know how to fight back.

Jiao Zuo was so excited that his skin got goosebumps. This grammar that turned everyone off without a single dirty word was a rhetorical technique that no Chinese teacher had ever taught.

Jiao Zuo was very happy, and finally knew why Song Ling was willing to run to him.

At this moment, Zhou Qingluo didn't have any selfishness or worries, and didn't weigh all kinds of pros and cons. All he thought about in his heart was to protect Song Ling, vent his anger for him, and not let him be wronged.

In the end, Fang Heng, who was scolded the most, yelled angrily, "You fucking say it again?"

Zhou Qingluo snorted, without any stage fright, and took a small step forward, with a mocking smile, "Why? Haven't heard enough? Want to hear it again? It's too sweet, isn't it? Can't stop? No one has ever told you Did you tell the truth about being so refreshing? Another day, I will record a demo for you for free, the one with background music, it is recommended to play it on a loop every day, and always remind myself to be a person and to gain some morals."

Fang Heng's face was flushed with anger, he lost his demeanor and superficial reserve, clenched his fists tightly, and walked towards Zhou Qingluo aggressively, like an angry cow, and Zhou Qingluo was the one who was dancing provocatively with a red cloth.

"You fucking wait for me."

Zhou Qingluo wanted to scold, but Song Ling hugged him by the waist and pressed him behind him.

Zhou Qingluo complained in a low voice: "Tsk, don't stop me, I haven't finished playing yet."

Song Ling held him down, blocked him behind, stood lazily, and looked at Fang Heng expressionlessly.

His pupils are on the high side, his color is light, and he doesn't have a friendly face. When his face is cold, there is already an indescribable hostility.

He slowly turned his neck, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

He lowered his head halfway, his face suddenly collapsed, he raised his eyelids and looked at Fang Heng, his eyes were arrogant and cruel.

Xiao Ci just turned her head and saw Song Ling's expression.

She unconsciously took a breath, her heart sank involuntarily.

With such a gloomy and cold expression, it seems that after stumbling in hell, he struggled back to the world with blood and hostility, holding a butcher's knife for meeting Buddhas, Buddhas and demons, looking for the one who made him Those who go to hell take revenge.

She had only seen such an expression in the villains in movies and comics.

Fang Heng was also afraid of such eyes, otherwise he would not have stopped, and he did not dare to take a step forward, as if there was an abyss in front of him.

Fang Heng lost his momentum, but he was embarrassed to take back the steps he had already taken, so he had to bite the bullet and say: "One-on-one, one-on-one, whoever is afraid of others."

Zhou Qingluo was held down by Song Ling, so he could only poke his head out and say, "Okay, heads-up, you can pick whatever you want, but you can choose whoever you think you can beat him, don't choose body, beauty, etc. It's obviously incomparable, don't let people think that we, Song Ling, are bullying you."

Everyone: "..." Who the hell singles out beauty?

Jiao Zuo: "?" What's the matter with this quarrel being so sweet?

Fang Heng smiled darkly, "How about racing a car?"

Zhou Qingluo withdrew his head and asked Song Ling in a low voice that only two people could hear, "Can you drive a racing car?"

"know a little."

"It's okay, you just drive like you usually do, it doesn't matter if you lose, I'll help you scold back, I promise it won't be the same as before, and you will win."

Song Ling laughed softly, "Okay."

Fang Heng: "Why, don't you dare? Afraid of death?"

Jiao Zuo panicked a little, he knew Fang Heng's uneasiness was out of good intentions.

Song Ling always liked to come to him to race cars before, but one day Guan Minglang came to him angrily, took a picture of Song Ling's case on his desk, pointed at his nose and scolded: "If you want him to go crazy earlier, let him go crazy." More racing."

Jiao Zuo didn't understand psychiatry and psychology, but Guan Minglang said that Song Ling's spiritual world was on the verge of being shattered, and doing stimulating and extreme sports would accelerate his collapse, and he would want to commit suicide.

Fang Heng did it on purpose, he knew how to provoke Song Ling.

After the extreme exercise, Song Ling will be weak for a short time, and Fang Heng wants to get back the loss he suffered at that time.

Jiao Zuo knew these sinister villains too well, he just wanted to stop him, but Song Lingyun agreed lightly, "Okay."

Jiao Zuo: "You can't..."

Song Ling glanced at him, pressed Zhou Qingluo's head and said with a smile, "With him here, I'm fine."

Zhou Qingluo: "I will cheer for you."

Jiao Zuo: "..." Damn, what and what!A Zhou Qingluo is comparable to a hundred cows, how could he persuade Song Ling to turn around!

Zhou Qingluo: "Hey, if you lose later, you have to bow and apologize."

Fang Heng: "What if you lose."

"You have to apologize even if you lose. You scold people first, and then we won't lose."

Fang Heng was so angry that the muscles on his face trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

The preconceived notion was too scary, subconsciously he felt that he couldn't scold this person, so he simply ignored him, snorted disdainfully, and smiled coldly, "Just wait and see."

Tonight's track was originally a friendly match with more than a dozen people, but it turned into a two-person arena.

As night fell, the track was brightly lit.

Two racing cars are ready, one red and one white, neatly placed on the starting line.

Zhou Qingluo sat in the stands, waiting for the racers to enter the field.

Jiao Zuo was busy with work, Xiaoci sat beside him and waited together.

"Sange, I guessed right, you are indeed a warm and powerful person."

Xiao Cihao wants all the sisters in the fan group to know that the author of the work they are fans of is a person with three views, integrity and warmth, who will help the orphanage to paint wall paintings for free. He stands up for his friends without hesitation, and asks them for more money after losing his horse, regardless of the idol's burden.

He is a lively and kind person.

Zhou Qingluo: "Thank you."

Xiaoci: "Sange, one day you will be popular, as long as you don't give up painting, you will definitely be. Your book "Broken Cocoon" has inspired many people, really."

Xiaoci would not know that he is equivalent to a person who has lived two lifetimes. He has experienced such things as fire in his previous life, but now it is not bad to live in a down-to-earth manner with careful planning.

It's good to be alive.

Zhou Qingluo smiled generously, "Okay, when I become popular in the future, I'll be your and Jiao Zuo's witnesses, how about that? I'll try to get on fire as soon as possible so that you can get married in time."

Xiaoci couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing. What was supposed to be a sensational star-chasing scene, just turned him into a short chat among parents.

As expected of him.

At this time, Fang Heng's support team cheered. Zhou Qingluo looked over and saw that Song Ling had already changed into his racing suit and was walking out with his helmet in his arms.

Zhou Qingluo stood up involuntarily, his breathing slowed down involuntarily, and his heart also quietly missed two beats.

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself, God must have felt that Song Ling was treated too badly and gave him too much ugliness and filth, so he gave all the beauty and purity to his appearance and IQ, and let him walk around casually, attracting attention. With a hand and a glance, they are all amazed by the time.

Xiaoci took a look at the cheering young masters from a distance, "What are their names? Fang Heng and Song Ling stand together and they have a set of antonyms. What are they proud of?"

On the track, Song Ling waved to him, and Zhou Qingluo suddenly understood the excitement of those girls when they saw idols.

So handsome.

I really want to have it.

Zhou Qingluo blushed with embarrassment at his own thoughts, and shouted to him with a smile: "Drive slowly, pay attention to safety!"

The support team who were frantically shouting "Brother Heng, come on" shut up in unison, and then looked at him in unison.

Look down on who? This is.

Xiao Ci is happy, the show is still three shows.

Song Ling put on his helmet, and Fang Heng kept his appearance and came over to punch him. Song Ling pretended not to see him, and went straight into the car.

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "This little temper is more and more like me."

The roar of the sports car sounded, and the race began.

Song Ling drove the white car out of its sheath like an arrow.

Everything was silent, only the roar of the sports car resounded through the night sky. Everyone's eyes followed the movement of the white car. He lived up to expectations and completed beautiful movements one after another.

In just half a minute, the white car threw a large part of the red car.

Faintly heard the opponent's support team chatting.

"Wow, this turn is beautiful."

"Brother Heng still can't do this corner."

"Speaking of which, Song Ling is really powerful."

"He has won against a professional racing driver, why does Brother Heng compare this with him?"

"It is said that Song Ling will go crazy when he is strongly stimulated. I guess Brother Heng wants to make him go crazy, let the person who stood up for him see it, and then be afraid of him and alienate him. Isn't he like this all the time?"

"Song Ling's madness is quite scary. None of us have been threatened by him with a knife. It is said that he will hack other people's mobile phones and computers. I don't understand why Brother Heng keeps messing with him."

"This kind of person who is not afraid of death is a desperado, just stay away."

"Yes."

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback.

At this time, the race had reached the last lap, and Song Lingxuan left Fang Heng behind.

There is no suspense in the game, and people are not interested in watching it.

Just as Song Ling was about to cross the finish line, he suddenly turned around on the spot.

The harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground attracted everyone's attention.

Without giving the people in the stands much time to react, Song Ling stepped on the accelerator and ran straight towards the red car.

I don't know who couldn't hold back, holding his head and shouting, "Fuck! Crazy, he is really crazy."

"Want to play racing kiss!"

"I don't think it looks like it's going to knock Brother Heng into the air and destroy them together."

Zhou Qingluo's heart rose to his throat, and he felt a little regretful.

No wonder Jiao Zuo stopped him from playing, no wonder Fang Heng smiled so meaningfully when he agreed to come down, it was just Fang Heng's trap.

Song Ling has been too gentle these days, he has forgotten that he is a person who always wants to die with the world.

The white car is getting closer and closer to the red car, but it doesn't slow down at all, and the red car is also galloping forward, refusing to give in to each other, everything seems to be going to destruction.

Those people in the stands also went crazy, "Brother Heng, don't be cowardly, hit him."

"He's crazy, you're crazier than him, fuck it."

"Brother Heng, go ahead and hit him to death!"

Zhou Qingluo didn't know what kind of environment these people grew up in, so they regarded the game of two lives as easy as fighting crickets.

Zhou Qingluo forced himself to open his eyes wide.Suddenly, there was a piercing sound of brakes, and the front of the red car turned suddenly. Accompanied by a violent collision sound, the red car plunged into the buffer zone, and stopped after a few laps of bumps.

As soon as it stopped, Fang Heng struggled to get out of the car and walked back with his helmet in his arms.

But the white car didn't seem to be disturbed, and flew straight forward, going backwards all the way, not knowing where it was going.

"Damn it, brother Heng is cowardly again."

"Stupid, whoever encounters such a desperate person, who doesn't love you, if you don't love you."

"I was so scared that I had a heart attack. If you want to provoke Song Ling from now on, you go there. Don't call me. I will take a detour when I see him in the future."

Zhou Qingluo had no time to take care of it, and hurried down the stands, but met Fang Heng in the aisle.

Fang Heng lazily leaned against the wall with his helmet in his arms, as if deliberately waiting for him.

Zhou Qingluo gave him a contemptuous look, then ran forward.

The cars on the track were still galloping, Fang Heng stopped him, "Let's chat."

Zhou Qingluo: "Get lost."

"Don't be in a hurry, the good show hasn't come yet, it will be good when the car hits the wall and disappears in smoke."

Zhou Qingluo gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and looked at him with red eyes.

"Let me tell you what is sorrow."

"Song Ling's father married a sick young man who was pregnant and mentally ill in order to marry into a wealthy family. He was a bastard born by his father's rape of a female subordinate. In order to stay in the Song family, his father used him to beat him up. The missing brother lives on."

"His mother threw him away when he was full moon, and she didn't give him a name. She wanted to seek justice from the Song family, but was forced to commit suicide by jumping off a building. Since then, no one has been found. The tombstone even has a date of birth. Neither the date nor the date of death, not even a name, but only three cold words, Ms. Yan."

"That's called sorrow."

"He's a lunatic. Why, you, like Jiang Shiyan, think you can save him? Better stay away from him to keep yourself safe."

Zhou Qingluo grabbed the helmet from his hand violently, and swung it on his head mercilessly.

Fang Heng's head was dizzy, he couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground.

He didn't expect Zhou Qingluo to make a move. Just as he regained his senses, Zhou Qingluo threw the helmet in his face again.

"First, I am different from Jiang Shiyan."

"Second, Jiang Shiyan never saved him."

"Third, what kind of garbage are you?"

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, there was a violent brake sound on the track, and he ran out quickly, only to see the white car stopped firmly at the starting point, and then turned around on the spot. ready to go.

Zhou Qingluo ran to the starting point of the racing car, Jiao Zuo also ran over, rushed to the side of the racing car and asked nervously, "Are you okay, Song Ling, turn off the engine."

Song Ling didn't respond, he was immersed in his own world, staring blankly at the steering wheel.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes were red, which contrasted sharply with his pale face, like a soldier who went mad on the battlefield, looking at the corpses scattered all over the field, but he didn't know where he was going after victory, and which foot to take.

Zhou Qingluo knew that Fang Heng had won this round.

Fang Heng told him to wait and see, to let him see this.

Jiao Zuo looked at Zhou Qingluo who was in a daze, "Oh, don't be dazed, wake him up and tell him to turn off the engine."

Zhou Qingluo was very nervous, lost his position, and tied his tongue, "Why... how do you call it?"

"Honey, baby, husband, or even together, it's up to you."

"It's time, can you fucking be serious!"

Jiao Zuo didn't have time to explain to him, "Then give him a kiss."

"?"

"Hurry up, what should I do when he rushes out of the car and smashes himself into the wall?"

Jiao Zuo was the closest person to Song Ling. Song Ling usually repulsed Guan Minglang, so he went to Guan Minglang's place regularly for Song Ling to report Song Ling's recent unusual behavior.

He couldn't do anything normally, so he just looked at Song Ling and refused to let him do extreme sports or go to Jiang Shiyan.

Guan Minglang now has one more item, let Song Ling and Zhou Qingluo get in touch more, the closer the better.

Guan Minglang is a doctor of psychiatry, but the method of treatment seems to be learned from TV dramas.

This is always shown on TV, when the male protagonist is crazy, a hug and a kiss from the female protagonist can make the male protagonist put down the butcher knife and instantly become a Buddha.

Jiao Zuo: "Brother, hurry up, you can see that his foot is still on the gas pedal."

"But how can I kiss him with the door closed and his helmet on?"

Jiao Zuo shouted loudly: "Song Ling, open the door quickly, take off the helmet, Zhou Qingluo wants to kiss you, did you hear that, Zhou Qingluo wants to kiss you."

Jiao Zuo yelled at Zhou Qingluo who was next to him, "You have a sharp tongue, talk quickly."

Zhou Qingluo cleared his throat, threw his face on the ground, and risked his life, "Yes, turn off the ignition, take off the helmet, I want to kiss you."

Song Ling blinked, his tensed arms gradually relaxed, his eyes gradually focused, he lowered his head to look at his foot that was still resting on the gas pedal, then slowly withdrew, turned off the engine with a click, and turned his head Come and see Zhou Qingluo.

Jiao Zuo heaved a sigh of relief, Mom's TV series is honest with me, YYDS, doctor of psychiatry.

Jiao Zuo grinned: "You two kiss."

After Jiao Zuo finished speaking, he slipped away.

Song Ling took off his helmet, his face was very pale, and he was sickly tired.

"Qing Luo, I wanted to kill him just now."

"You...what did you hit him for? He's a piece of trash. You really think he's a pig. He can sell for 13 yuan a catty."

Song Ling smiled and didn't speak.

After a while, he looked directly into Zhou Qingluo's eyes, "I do this sometimes, are you afraid of me?"

I can't control myself like this, I want to die with the world.

Zhou Qingluo's eyes were sour and his throat was tight. It turned out that Fang Heng's tricks and goals were understood by Song Ling.

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, his voice choked up, "Don't be afraid, you are fine."