Don't mess with me, the bastard of the glory of the king

Chapter 44 Yes, this is very 666
Xia Lang is indeed as he said, strong and strong, not afraid of a light rain at all. When he woke up, he did fifty push-ups in a row. Qiao Jia, who was faster than him next to him, was almost mad. Well.

After finishing the whole set of exercises, several people realized that Shi Lian didn't seem to be here.

Fatty fell on the mat exhausted and gasped, turned to look at the door: "Sister Shi is the first to arrive every time, why didn't she come today?"

Xia Lang held the towel and said that I would go find her.

Shi Lian's room door was closed, Xia Lang knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no movement, his expression changed slightly, and he was about to get the backup key from Bai Zhan when the door opened.

Shi Lian's hair was disheveled behind his head, his complexion was pale and red, and he was breathing heavily.

Xia Lang stepped forward to support her swaying body, touched her forehead, and sure enough, she had a fever.

"Are you an idiot? You don't know how to call someone when you have a fever, and you fight alone. Do you think you are Ultraman?"

Shi Lian was in a daze, her head was about to burn out, when she heard him talking about Ultraman, she replied foolishly: "I don't like Ultraman, I like little monsters."

Xia Lang froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud.

When Shi Lian was a child, he was different from other children. Everyone liked Ultraman, the giant hero who protects the peace of mankind. Shi Lian thought that the little monster was chubby and looked cute with its legs upside down.

The little girls put stickers of Snow White and The Little Mermaid on their homework books, and she went out of her way to find little monsters, and even acted as little monsters in school performances, scaring the students down to tears.

"Okay, okay, I'll buy you little monster stickers another day."

Xia Lang helped her to lie down beside the bed, covered her with a quilt, then went to Bai Zhan to ask where the medicine was, gave Shi Lian the medicine, and used a towel to cool her down.

Shi Lian's fever didn't subside until noon.

She moaned and yelled that she was hungry, so Madam Xia put down the towel and went to ask Bai Zhan how to cook porridge.

Bai Zhan was dug out from the study by him, the boss was not happy: "It takes 10 minutes to deliver to your door, can you cook porridge?"

Xia Lang said I don't know how to teach me, can patients eat takeaway porridge?
Xia Lang has no experience in cooking, how much rice to put in, how many milliliters of water to cook, how long to cook, and how many times to stir with a spoon in the middle, Bai Zhan was almost crushed by him.

When the porridge was ready, Shi Lian refused to eat it too lightly, but Xia Lang coaxed him to eat it.

Shi Lian's illness was violent, and it always flared up. The fever went down on the first day, but it recurred the next day. Bai Zhan asked if he wanted to call a doctor to see him.

Xia Lang said no, Shi Lian's fever has always been like this, and it took a week of repeated tossing to get better.

But soon there will be another match, Shi Lian is in this state, can he do it?
Shi Lian sat up from the bed, her face was still sickly, and her voice was weak, "If you can't do it, you have to do it, or else you can fight four?"

In the end, when she got in the car, she found sadly that she couldn't even hold the phone, and her hands were limp, like a piece of cotton.

What was even more tragic was that her stomach started to hurt, not the kind of diarrhea, but swollen and sore, which all female compatriots know is a sign that a relative is coming.

Shi Lian looked hopeless, how about going to the battlefield with an illness in such a miserable state.

After the game started, Shi Lian mobilized all his attention in his life, his eyes were fixed on the screen, his brain had become a mess, and all his actions were instinctive.

Although it wasn't an operation error, Shi Lian couldn't keep up with Xia Lang's rhythm at all, and his reaction was always a bit slow.

The opponent found a breakthrough point after playing for 5 minutes, only fighting for Shi Lian, and was soon pushed to the high ground in the middle.

When Shi Lian was beaten like a spinning top, she was almost out of temper.

Losing the first match without any suspense, Shi Lian stood up and suddenly felt a flying current of three thousand feet, she subconsciously grabbed Xia Lang's arm.

Xia Lang lowered his head and grabbed her hand, "What's wrong?"

"My aunt is here." Shi Lian leaned on his tiptoes, blushed and whispered in his ear.

It took Xia Lang three seconds to react before he understood the meaning of this relative.

He half-armed and half-supported her to the lounge, then took off his combat uniform jacket and wrapped it around her waist.

"I can't buy that for you right now. You can just settle for a while and wait until the game is over. Can you hold on?" Xia Lang stood in front of her and rubbed her temples.

Shi Lian nodded and directed him to move down, "It's so comfortable, where did you learn it from?"

"It's just you who always complain about having a headache, and searched online."

"You are very good at learning."

"That's right, don't look at who I am, I'm your future husband."

Shi Lian couldn't bear to close her eyes, not to look at someone's complacent fool.

In the second game, Xinghe changed his tactics and surrounded Shi Lian to fight a guerrilla attack. When the enemy advances, we retreat, and when the enemy retreats, we fight. Shi Lian gradually caught up with the rhythm, and pushed the opponent's crystal in one go.

"Is Lian feeling unwell? His complexion has always been bad."

"Absolutely, the lips are so white, the little brother is all right, he has been protecting her, the group pet hasn't run away."

At the end of the second match, Shi Lian's complexion became even worse, her aunt was in pain, and she felt dizzy from the pain, she wanted to become a Buddha immediately.

Xia Lang went to the staff to ask for a hot drink and covered her stomach.

Bai Zhan didn't know where to get the brown sugar ginger tea, and handed it to Shi Lian: "If it really doesn't work, we'll give up this round. You should go back to rest early, your complexion is really bad."

Shi Lian shook her head. In her life, there is no admitting defeat, only losing and winning.

She insisted on playing, and the cheers of the fans below resounded throughout the venue.

"Liangyan, come on!"

"SR! Come on!
It was useless to try to cheer up, and finally lost the game.

Shi Lian blamed himself, but Qiao Jia Xiaopang and the others felt that it was nothing. Anyway, they only lost this game since the beginning of the game, and the current ranking is still high.

When they left the arena, the fans were enthusiastic like never before. They received gifts of varying degrees, and Shi Lian received a bunch of dolls.

Xia Lang teased Shi Lian: "The next time you post on Weibo that you like little monsters, you might be able to collect a whole room full of monsters."

Shi Lian didn't speak, she dug out something from a gift bag that people didn't know how to express.

Two vermilion books, with a large national emblem on it, and the wording of the People's Republic of China, and in the middle is the word marriage certificate.

Shi Lian thought it was someone with a big heart, and wrapped the marriage certificate she just pulled into a gift.

In the end, I opened the brochure and saw that the first photo of her and Xia Lang was captured, and the white shirt collar was made with some black technology.

Shi Lian: "..." Crazy fans.

Xia Lang leaned over: "What are you looking at?"

Shi Lian quickly closed it, Xia Lang had already seen her panic, how could she let her hide it, snatched it with a cheap smile, and opened it to have a look.

Xia Lang: "...OK, this is very 666."

(End of this chapter)