Host, You're Targeted

"You..."

"Do you think I'm sick?"

Xu Qingdu interrupted song Zhiye's words with a smile. He pulled his collar and couldn't breathe. He turned his head and coughed twice.

A car suddenly drove by the side of the road, and the lights flashed on both of them. Song Zhiye noticed that Xu Qingdu's hand was tightly pulling the clothes on his chest, and his face became red because of slight suffocation.

Song Zhiye suddenly sobered up, immediately let go of Xu Qingdu's collar, shaking his hands, stepped back two steps.

"Cough!" Xu Qingdu suddenly fell down against the pillar when he let go. He coughed violently with one hand, as if to cough out the whole lung.

This is not a fake. Song Zhiye realized that if he had exerted more force just now, Xu Qingdu might have suffocated directly.

In fact, Xu Qingdu was just choked by saliva.

He leaned against the pillar and squatted on the ground, coughing and reddening his eyes.

Damn it, what's the feeling of heartache?

"I'm sorry."

Xu Qingdu, like a pool of mud that refuses to give up, slowly stands up along the column behind him and laughs again.

"You can't help feeling disgusted. I just like you. It doesn't matter if you don't like me. In any case, there are things like love and wishful thinking. I know all about it

Song Zhiye opened his mouth with difficulty. Just as he was about to speak, the street lamp on Xu Qingdu's head suddenly turned on again. It was like a light that refused to admit defeat. Even if it turned into lightning, it would appear in another form in front of people.

"Single love, I know. I'm so old that I realize that I like men and have no interest in girls. Although I'm keen on learning in junior high school and high school, I haven't had time to fall in love with computer training all day after being driven out of home, but I still know a little bit. It doesn't matter if you don't like me. I will try to stay away from you, although I wanted to chase you. But if you think I'm sick and want to get me out of pol, it's impossible. I've just been kicked out by Queen. If I leave you, pol will have no food to eat. "

Song Zhiye had some sympathy for Xu Qingdu, but Xu Qingdu always talked to him in this tone, and he suddenly felt very upset.

"Do you have to speak in that tone?"

"What's wrong with that tone?"

Xu Qingdu felt that his appearance must be particularly ugly. He forced out a smile and lowered his head to look at Song Zhiye.

Some long bangs just blocked his red eyes. In addition, song Zhiye was higher than him. Therefore, from the perspective of song Zhiye, only the corners of his mouth could be seen.

Song Zhiye frowned, hesitated for a moment and said, "this tone..."

"A little cheap?"

Xu Qingdu interrupted song Zhiye again. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose. He felt that his nose was sour, as if he was about to cry.

"I'm sorry. I'll try not to talk to you in the future."

Xu Qingdu didn't dare to look at Song Zhiye's expression. He breathed out his sour feeling, wiped his eyes roughly and turned to leave.

Song Zhiye didn't go to pull him. He was pushed back by Xu Qingdu. Seeing Xu Qingdu pursed his lips and turned to the direction of the base, he suddenly felt that something was stuck in his heart.

Xu Qingdu is a new member of their pol first team. He is his stepfather's son and his nominal younger brother.

Xu Qingdu walked with his back to him, put on his hat to block his sight on the back of his head, lowered his head and wiped a tear.

Shit! It's useless, isn't it? What are you crying for?