you turned on the love game

"Welcome! Mr. Chiya and Miss Bedo? Please show your number plate."

The service staff in charge of the reception on the 50th floor pushed out two envelopes through the window, "This is the prize money from the game just now."

Qi Ya couldn't wait to open the envelope, but only four coins were poured out of it, which added up to 152 ring nuns.

"...?" He shook the envelope in disbelief, and reached into the envelope to touch it a few times.There was no other money other than the four coins, so he finally gave up: "Ah... the bonus is so little."

Next to the window for redeeming bonuses is a vending machine. You put in all 152 rings, which is just enough to buy a can of juice.

"Kiya, do you want some juice?"

"Drink!"

The detailed rules of the Sky Arena are posted on the wall. While drinking juice, you lower your head and explain to Qi Ya: "On the first floor, there will be 152 rings as a reward regardless of whether you win or lose, and you must win the next game to be rewarded. The rewards you get will be higher.”

Qi Ya held the straw in his mouth and complained in a low voice: "I heard that the sky arena gave a lot of bonuses, I thought it was..."

He wanted to see the rules on the wall, but he was not tall enough, and the paper was blocked from all angles by the vending machine, so he couldn't see it at all.

Just when he was hesitating whether to jump on the vending machine, you suddenly bent down and wrapped your arms around his knee sockets, and hugged him directly.

"Can you see it now?"

"..." Those clear blue eyes suddenly froze, and then stared at you in a daze, then widened suddenly two seconds later, and her cheeks turned red all of a sudden.

The hand holding the juice can was shaken out suddenly, and a little sweet juice splashed out from the mouth of the can immediately, accompanied by his embarrassed tone.

"What are you doing!?"

You gave him a puzzled look: "Didn't you block it?"

Then walk a few steps forward, and come to the wall where the arena rules are pasted, "Now, you should be able to see it?"

"..." The silver-haired little boy didn't speak, his arms were stiffly resting on your shoulders, all the muscles in his body were tense, and his pupils trembled slightly, as if he had encountered some peerless problem.

The juice can was crunched by him, and the straw was gently shaking back and forth. With a puffed face, he turned his head to look at the rules on the wall. After sweeping it all over, he lowered his head and replied in a muffled voice: "Okay..."

"It's over so soon?"

"It's all said and done... put me down quickly."

You put him down, and he walks forward without looking back, throwing the juice can into the trash can with a muffled bang.

Leave you far behind.

Why are you walking so fast all of a sudden, angry?

With that in mind, you called his name suspiciously: "Qi Ya?"

The young boy who had almost reached the entrance of the competition stopped and held the door frame with his palms. Then he turned his head and looked at you with a slightly awkward tone: "What are you doing? Come here quickly, it's time to participate in the competition."

His face was slightly red when he spoke, and there was no sign of anger at all.

You put your heart back into your stomach and follow along: "Haven't you already played once today, do you want to play again?"

Qi Ya was speechless: "Didn't you read the rules... Players who reach the 50th floor for the first time and have no defeat will be arranged to fight again that day. If they win, they will be promoted to the 60th floor, and if they lose, they will fall to the 40th floor."

"It turns out that when you said "Okay" just now, you really saw it. "

"Of course I watched it!"

Seeing that Bai Maomao was about to be provoked by you, you immediately raised your hands in surrender and said, "It was my fault, I will buy you a drink later."

"I want a chocolate drink!"

"Okay, everything is fine."

You push the door and enter the waiting room. There are all kinds of opponents standing in the not too big room. They just glanced at you when you entered the room, and quickly looked away.

It's completely different from the cannon fodder on the first floor who laughed at you.

Qi Ya dragged you to a chair in the corner and sat down, folded his arms and looked at these people, his pupils kept sliding back and forth, and his voice didn't decrease when he spoke: "The people here are much more qualified than those below."

"After all, they are all players who have reached the 50th floor."

"Hmph, I don't know if they are strong enough."

The little boy puffed out his chest, folded his hands in front of his chest, leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes, without any intention of lowering the volume.

"If you are not strong enough, you will be defeated by me soon."

As soon as the words finished, there were a few unhappy gazes from around because of being underestimated. Qi Ya slowly opened his eyelids, and his tone sounded even more irritating: "After all, I'm going to hit the [-]th floor."

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More eyes in the waiting room looked at Qiya.

He glances at you smugly.

You can tell from Qi Ya's small expression that he did it on purpose, pinching his cheek with a smile: "Don't be careless, hit hard."

Qi Ya covered his face in dissatisfaction, and when he was about to speak, the radio in the room suddenly called your name: "Miss Bedo, Mr. McGonagall, please go to Ring B on the 53rd floor!"

"Ah, it's my turn." You rubbed Qi Ya's hair and smiled, "Then I'll wait for you in the lobby on the No.60 floor."

The subtext is that you absolutely win.

Mr. McGonagall in the same waiting room looked over with unhappy eyes.

Qi Ya also noticed it, and immediately made a face at you, muttering in a low voice: "What, isn't this even more arrogant than me?"

The broadcast sounded again: "Mr. Qi Ya, Mr. Wu Rabi, please go to the ring A on the 56th floor!"

"Call me." Qi Ya jumped off the seat and said goodbye to you, "Then see you on the [-]th floor, and I will go up as soon as possible."

Wu Rabi is a big, muscular man. Hearing this, he looked at Qiya expressionlessly: "Boy, don't talk big too early."

Qi Ya put his hands in his pockets and said casually: "Understood, uncle."

You and Mag went to the 53rd floor, and the scene of the last battle between the two of you appeared on the big screen of the competition. Mag, who was just ordinary and serious, suddenly became serious after watching the video of the competition.

He assumed a judo standard posture, with his center of gravity firmly on his feet.But you didn't pay much attention to his movements, you just stared at the referee, and after the latter announced the start of the game, you dodged behind McGonagall and slashed down hard with the knife in your hand.

Mag, who didn't react, immediately fell forward.

"Hit!" (excellent hit)

"Down!"

The referee raised his right hand to announce that you scored two points first, stepped forward to check Mag's status, and after judging that the opponent had lost the ability to fight, he pressed the machine in his hand twice, and then raised his hand again to declare you the winner.

You jumped off the stage amid the cheers of the audience, took the elevator to the lobby on the [-]th floor, and waited for Qi Ya on the sofa after exchanging bonuses.

However, the young boy who quickly resolved the battle did not show up for more than ten minutes. Just when you were hesitating whether to go to his floor to find him, a strand of white hair suddenly came in from outside the door.

"Qiu?"

He walked in frowning with his hands swaying, curled his mouth when he saw you, and said angrily: "That guy's body is so hard, I can only knock him down with all my strength, and I can't knock him out directly."

Sky Arena adopts a point system. "Excellent hit" and "knockdown" can get one point each, and "very good attack" can get two points, and the player who gets ten points first wins.

If you can't directly KO like you, you can only take the route of technical victory, that is, save enough points to win the game.

"It's better to just take out his heart. It's much easier than knocking him down." Qi Ya lowered his head and rubbed his wrists. When he said this, his tone was light, and he didn't know whether he said it casually or really thought so.

You stretched out your hand, tapped his forehead, and immediately got a "cat cat puzzled" look from Qi Ya: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say you don't like killing people?" You poked his face lightly again, "I want to exercise my skills anyway, isn't it just right?"

Qi Ya's gaze followed your finger twice, then he suddenly grabbed your finger and snorted triumphantly: "That's right."

Then put his hands behind his head: "There is no game today."

"Well, let's go, go out and find a hotel."

"I want to live in a star-rated hotel!"

"It seems that Qi Ya really wants to live in the bridge hole outside."

"Hmph, don't forget my drink!"

"I haven't forgotten, go buy it now."

The next day, you continue to come to the Sky Arena to participate in the competition.

Compared with yesterday's opponent, today is obviously much more difficult.

After you finish the [-]th floor game, you go directly to Qi Ya's arena. His opponent is a type who is very good at defense.No matter which direction the attack comes from, it can give a suitable counterattack.

The screams of the narrator, the noise of the auditorium, all kinds of noises poured into Qiya's ears, and he gradually fell into a state of anxiety, and the color of his eyes continued to deepen, as if he was about to be unable to bear the desire to kill.

He stood still, his eyes scanning the stadium, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.Suddenly, as if feeling something, he glanced towards the exit and saw you immediately.

Holding a glass of his favorite drink in your hand, you shook it at him from a distance, and made a yes sign with the other hand.

"Contestant Qi Ya suddenly stood still. What happened to him? Could it be that he was thinking about the way to attack? When the previous attack methods failed to work, what would he do? It's really exciting!"

The commentator continued to babble at a very fast speed, Qi Ya withdrew his gaze, suppressed the surging desire for destruction in his heart, bent down slightly, and then rushed towards the opponent with a swipe of the ground.

When everyone thought he would use a new trick, he did nothing and directly gave up his technical attack methods.

In the end, the injury was exchanged for the injury, and he took the lead in scoring ten points.

The little boy came out with the wound on his face, took the drink from your hand very naturally, held it and drank it.

It's noon now, you took him to the lobby on the first floor, went to the convenience store to buy disinfectant and a band-aid, sat down on his shoulder, and gently cleaned the wound on his face with a cotton swab.

"Will it hurt?"

While drinking his drink, Qi Ya answered you vaguely, "I don't feel it at all, not even one-tenth of the electric shock."

You chuckled, and was about to say something more, when you suddenly heard the notification sound of the elevator door opening not far away, followed by the exclamation of other people in the hall, and the sound of leaving in a hurry.

what happened?

You stopped what you were doing and looked back.

First came the sound of someone's footsteps.

The high heels of the clown shoes made a crisp sound on the floor.

Further up is the close-fitting combat uniform, which tightly wraps the body, and the vest on the upper body is painted with playing card patterns of clubs and spades.

The entire face was hidden under the exaggerated clown makeup, the sides of the cheeks were dotted with patterns of stars and water droplets, the golden eyes glanced casually at everyone present, and there was a sense of disdain between the brows.

But even with heavy makeup, you still feel his facial features are very familiar, as if he had appeared in your memory.

but……

Your gaze gradually moves upwards.

The man's hair was brushed rebelliously back.

It is very light blue-green.

And you have only a complete strangeness to this color.

"It's that death magician..."

"That's right, it's him..."

To your left there are whispers from others, lowering their voices, talking about the new man and finally saying his name.

- "Sisso"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you suddenly turned your head to look over: "What did you just say his name was?"

The few people were startled and looked at each other: "Hisuo..."

It appeared again, that inexplicable sense of familiarity.

I just can't remember it.

You clenched the cotton swab in your hand: "What's his last name... Moro?"

"He doesn't seem to have a last name." They answered honestly, "The name registered in the Sky Arena a while ago is "Hisso". "

"yes……"

You seem to have a feeling of disappointment, but you don't know where it comes from.

"Then his hair color...has it always been blue-green?"

With some expectation that you don't know, you ask again: "Is this his original color? Have you ever seen red?"

They looked at you strangely, looked at each other and shook their heads: "No, he has always been this color since he came here."

"This should be his original hair color."

Suddenly, the man who was about to walk to the exit looked at you, and those people immediately slipped away with their tails between their legs.

But you still squatted on the spot, and then slowly raised your face to meet the eyes of the guy named Hisoka.

The atmosphere gradually froze.

Qi Ya who was sitting on the chair suddenly stood up and stood in front of you.

Your eyes turned to the little boy: "Qi Ya?"

Qi Ya didn't look back, his feet trembled slightly, his eyes were still fixed on the man: "That guy is very dangerous..."

He bent his knees slightly, concealing the emotion of wanting to escape when facing a strong enemy, gritted his teeth and said, "He and big brother are the same type of person."

Even though I am very scared, I still stand in front of you and say to you: "Don't be afraid..."

Looking at Qi Ya's thin shoulders, you suddenly felt soft-hearted, got up and hugged him in your arms, and stroked his hair: "It's okay, I'm not afraid."

Then he looked away, stopped paying attention to the person standing by the door, and continued to help Qi Ya deal with the wound on his face, and finally put on the newly bought Band-Aid, Wen Sheng said to him: "This will be fine."

A kitten Band-Aid is stuck on the immature face.

It looks very cute, and has a kind of silly feeling.

The young boy who was still wary of Hisoka was stupefied by your operation, and quickly looked at the door when he came back to his senses. Fortunately, that guy had already left, and Qi Ya patted his chest and let out a breath.

"Bedo, you are too reckless!" He accuses you angrily.

"Yes, yes, I see." You nodded with a smile.

Suddenly, you vaguely feel a line of sight, and look back at the past.

But only a touch of gold disappeared outside the door.