Abstinence Admiral Don't Bite, the Softer Mermaid Top Thug

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Lu Lianbai held her lower back, lowered his head slightly and chuckled, looking frankly at the person so close to him, with a slight curve at the corner of his eyes, and said, "Of course, otherwise why would I come here to compete."

Jing Weimian's fingers, stained with cold rain, slid down from his helmet and suddenly hooked onto the black buckle strap under his neck.

With a "click", the helmet was half untied and hung loosely on the back of his head. Jing Weimian put his fingertips in and rubbed his lips vigorously, "Then you have to be alive to spend it."

Lu Lianbai raised his hand to adjust his slightly tilted helmet, and did not hide. He let her rub his thin lips wantonly, and made an indistinct "hmm" sound. He lowered his eyes and looked at her casually with a smile, "Please let go, there are so many people watching us."

"I can't believe you're willing to risk your life to make money, yet you still care about your own dignity."

As Jing Weimian spoke, he suddenly felt something. He paused and glanced down. The hem of Lu Lianbai's tight racing suit was close to his skin, revealing the well-defined outline of his waist and abdomen, which rose and fell with his breathing, especially in his lower abdomen.

Jing Weimian raised his eyes and said, "Oh, you really know how to choose the right time to come in."

As she said this, she sneered coldly, pulled her hand back, jumped out of the car, and casually pulled off her coat and threw it at him.

He returned to his car, ignored the crowd that tried to gather around him to interview and take pictures, rushed off the track, and raced away in the heavy rain.

In comparison, 409 seemed much easier to talk to. He slowly and methodically fastened the half-unfastened helmet strap and cooperated quite well in the interview.

When people asked him about his relationship with the pink-haired girl who suddenly appeared in the finals, why she rode his bike in public after the game, and other such questions, he just smiled and calmly gave some meaningless answers such as "I don't know her", "It seems inconvenient to say", "Really? No", etc.

Meanwhile, Jing Weimian had just driven out of the pouring rain in the downtown area. The invisible screen on his wristband was still playing the interview content. He didn't know what he heard, so he snorted softly, "Loading."

Finally, he stopped and impatiently turned off the bracelet light screen.

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Outside the dimly lit locker room, the sound of water running could be heard from the washbasin.

Lu Lianbai splashed cold water on his face several times. His messy short hair was dripping with wet water droplets and hung down at the edge of his brow bone. A semi-dark shadow fell under his eyelids, covering up the emotions in his eyes.

The cold water flowed down the winding blue veins on the wrist, soaking the tightly wrapped bandage on the arm. Blood seeped out of the torn wound and wet the bandage.

Lu Lianbai didn't care at all and just mechanically repeated washing his face until his body temperature dropped a little.

The communicator beeped at this time. Lu Lianbai wiped his hands and picked up the call.

His voice was hoarse, "Hello."

"Why don't you come to Lao Rong's venue tomorrow night?"

Lu Lianbai casually pushed back the messy wet hair hanging on his forehead, and habitually smiled on his pale lips, "How much do you want?"

"Don't worry about this. The price is the same as last time. As long as you win the last game, you will definitely get the money."

"Okay." Lu Lianbai agreed with a smile, hung up the phone, and half leaned against the washbasin, the corners of his lips still twitching out of habit, but he suddenly became quiet.

After a long while, he suddenly picked up the thin coat that he had just put aside, and as if he could no longer restrain himself, he buried his face in the coat. At first, he just rubbed it gently and arched it gently, like some kind of lost animal.

But he couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds, and he clenched his coat tightly with both hands again, breathing hard, and greedily absorbing the light sweet fragrance lingering on the fabric of the coat.

Not until his increasingly heavy breathing rate gradually eased and calmed down did Lu Lianbai slowly lift his face from his coat, forcing a little clarity to return to his face.

He drove out of the underground racing area, turned several streets in the downtown area, and finally found a pharmacy that was still open with yellowed windows.

He parked the car and went inside, then walked to the medicine area he often went to, picked up a box of the cheapest, low-quality neuroleptic injections, and took it to the counter to pay.

There were two eye-catching lines of reminders about side effects on the injection box, but Lu Lianbai didn't even look at them. He walked out of the pharmacy, broke off two injections, and inserted them into the blood vessels in his forearm.

Just as he was about to step into the car, the communicator rang again. As soon as he answered it, Hess's angry curses came from the other end of the phone as usual -

"Lu Lianbai, get over to the hospital right now! If you don't come, I'll throw Zhou out of the window and let him die once and for all!——"

Lu Lianbai waited quietly for him to finish scolding her before asking, "He's refusing to cooperate with the treatment again, right?"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of something being smashed in the ward. Then Hess's breathing became quiet for a moment, and he started cursing again, "Zhou, you did this on purpose, didn't you? If you are so capable, why don't you go—"

The call was hung up by Hess. Lu Lianbai didn't call back, but drove directly to the hospital.

When he rushed to the outside of the ward, Hess was still cursing inside -

"Breaking a leg is like taking your life. I have so many tentacles that I have broken hundreds of times, but I am still alive and well. But you are like a lunatic. After half a year of treatment, you finally woke up, but you refused to take medicine and refused to cooperate with the treatment. You might as well jump off the building now. I will tell Lu later that he worked hard for half a year to earn money to save his seriously injured fleet brothers, but ended up going to Baita to pay for it all!"

Zhou Chuan, lying on the hospital bed, turned his pale face away and said hoarsely, "Shut up..."

Hess was about to curse again, but the door of the ward was pushed open at this moment.

Zhou Chuan turned around when he heard the voice and saw Lu Lianbai walking in. He called out in a hoarse voice, "Brother Lu."

Lu Lianbai didn't look at him and brought a bottle of sweet water to Hess. "I went to see Dr. Fu before coming up. Dr. Fu said that the treatment time can be rescheduled to 2 pm."

When Hes saw the sweet water he handed over, his expression brightened slightly. He reluctantly took it, unscrewed the bottle, took a sip, and snorted coldly, "If I hadn't promised Mian Mian to help you, I wouldn't have stayed to take care of this psychopath."

Just as he was about to calm down, Zhou Chuan, who was lying on the bed, spoke again, "Brother Lu, I don't want to be treated."

Hess's hand clucked as he gripped the sweet water bottle. He was about to turn around and curse again, but Lu Lianbai held his shoulder and said, "Let me talk to him."

Hearing this, Hess finally restrained himself and walked out of the ward angrily.

Zhou Chuan's gaze stopped at the hideous scar faintly revealed on Lu Lianbai's wrist cuff. His eyes were dark and painful, and he spoke slowly after a while.