Brody Wan's Shadow in the Game Chapter 4

Felix Qiu was not wearing a mask and was almost face to face with Sterling Bian, so Sterling Bian was able to see the man's appearance clearly.

The small piece of gauze on the face was removed, and there was a semicircular wound under the corner of the eye, like a crescent moon.

The skin is indeed white, the facial contours are very clear, the straight nose and the eye sockets are deeper than ordinary people, plus those eyes, Sterling Bian somewhat knows why Seraphina Zhang's eyes almost pop out of red hearts when she looks at Felix Qiu.

Hold!

He looked away unhappily and stared at the cup in front of him. He didn't hear anything Felix Qiu said clearly, and his words from the afternoon echoed back and forth in his mind.

If I see Felix Qiu again, it won't be over until I beat him to death!

But he never expected to see Felix Qiu again in this scene.

There was no way he could beat up a hotel waiter in front of his father, not to mention he couldn't explain the reason. He was attacked by surprise during the fight? Failed to steal the girl?

...He can't afford to lose this person.

"Mangosteen tea," Dad ordered the tea first, then lowered his head and began to study the menu, "The braised pork ribs with morels that I had last time was good, let's have some morels."

"Pork ribs stewed with morels." Felix Qiu repeated the name of the dish and lowered his head to press a few buttons on the ordering machine.

Sterling Bian only came back to his senses when he heard Felix Qiu's voice. He realized that his father had ordered Luo Han Guo tea, which he hated most, but he knew that his father loved to drink this stuff. In his eyes, Longjing, Biluochun and Tieguanyin were not as good as two. Monk fruit for 1 yuan.

Sterling Bian felt unhappy and couldn't protest against the tea. He squinted at the wound at the corner of Felix Qiu's eye and asked, "Has Bao Zheng's Yue Yaer immigrated?"

Felix Qiu looked at him and just smiled without saying anything.

"What do you care about?" Dad was a little confused by his sudden words. "How about another matsutake stew?"

"I don't like soup." Sterling Bian said in a muffled voice.

"How can we eat matsutake without making soup?" Dad raised his head and asked Felix Qiu.

"It can be fried," Felix Qiu said, "it tastes good."

"Let's fry the matsutake mushrooms." Dad nodded.

"Okay, fried matsutake mushrooms." Felix Qiu pressed the order button.

Sterling Bian turned his head to look out the window, and only turned back when his father finished ordering the dishes and Felix Qiu turned and walked away, thinking that he should pick up a chair and swing it over, which would definitely knock the kid down, and then kick him a few times...

"What's wrong with your hand?" Dad pointed to his hand.

Sterling Bian lowered his head and looked at his hand. It was scratched when he was messing around in front of the Internet cafe that night. The wound was quite deep, but because of the shoulder injury, this small wound was ignored and he didn't even put a band-aid on it. .

"I fell during training," Sterling Bian said.

"Are you tired from training? I haven't contacted your coach Garrison Lao yet this semester. Did you cause any trouble?" Dad was a little worried.

"Do you think Garrison Lao is my buddy?" Sterling Bian glanced at his father, "If I get into trouble, will he not call you?"

Garrison Lao did call his father occasionally, but occasionally climbing over a wall at night was nothing to report for a sports school student. There was no evidence that the shoulder injury was caused by a fight, so Sterling Bian didn't care.

Dad looked at him and sighed, as if he couldn't find the topic. Sterling Bian was also silent. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all. They were in this state most of the time they spent together with dad.

Within two minutes, Felix Qiu brought the mangosteen tea, and Sterling Bian took the pot and poured a cup for his father.

When Felix Qiu turned around and walked away, Sterling Bian turned around and stared at his back. It wasn't until Felix Qiu walked far away that he raised his hand and called: "Waiter!"

Felix Qiu stopped, turned around and walked back quickly: "What's the matter, sir?"

"Give me a glass of boiled water." Sterling Bian said.

"Wait a moment." Felix Qiu turned and left.

Sterling Bian continued to face his father in silence, tapping his fingers lightly on the empty cup.

Not long after, Felix Qiu brought a glass of boiled water on a tray and placed it in front of Sterling Bian: "Your boiled water."

Sterling Bian looked at the steaming water and stopped Felix Qiu who was about to turn around and walk away: "Boiling water?"

"Well, boiling water, white boiling water." Felix Qiu looked at him.

"I want Liang Baikai." Sterling Bian held his forehead with his fingers and looked into Felix Qiu's eyes.

"No," Felix Qiu held the tray, "It's cold now, so we just need hot water."

"There's always mineral water, right?" Sterling Bian clicked his tongue.

"Yes, wait a moment." Felix Qiu glanced at him, turned and walked away.

After Felix Qiu walked away, his father asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Sterling Bian has a bad temper, but he is afraid of trouble and will never make things difficult for others. Besides, he has never had the habit of drinking cold drinks for free during meals. Dad can't understand it.

"It's nothing, I just want a cold drink." Sterling Bian pushed the hot water aside.

"Do you know that waiter?" Dad looked behind him, "Classmate?"

"There is no major for gigolos in the sports school," Sterling Bian said, "I don't know him."

Dad wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and no words came out. In the end, he just sighed.

Felix Qiu brought a bottle of mineral water and poured a glass for Sterling Bian: "Do you need anything else, sir?"

"I'm going to eat some food, I'm starving to death," Sterling Bian said.

Felix Qiu responded and walked away, but he didn't go far. It seemed that he was responsible for these booths and was standing not far away.

Unable to do anything, Sterling Bian's only way to relieve his anger was to walk him.

After the dishes were served, Sterling Bian asked for water, paper towels, and a different plate.

But Felix Qiu always smiled and responded to requests without even raising his voice.

This made Sterling Bian quite suffocated. He was just waiting for Felix Qiu to lose his temper even if he was a little impatient, so he could get angry. However, Felix Qiu never gave him a chance from the beginning to the end!

The fourth time he raised his hand to ask for a tissue, his father finally couldn't help it anymore and put down his chopsticks: "Can you still let me have a meal in peace?"

"You eat your food," Sterling Bian raised his hand, "Serve..."

"Hello, sir. What can I do for you?" A little girl walked quickly to the table.

"...Commander," Sterling Bian was stunned, "has the person been replaced?"

The little girl was also stunned, not knowing what to say, and asked with a smile: "Do you need anything?"

"No more." Sterling Bian said in a muffled voice, just change the person, he didn't want to walk the little girl.

After the little waitress walked away, Sterling Bian suddenly felt a little discouraged. He felt that he was too childish for all this trouble, especially in front of his father, and he didn't feel comfortable eating.

"Has it stopped?" Dad looked at him and served him a bowl of soup, "Try this mushroom soup, it's quite fresh."

"Oh." Sterling Bian actually doesn't like to drink soup. He can only take a few sips of beef noodle soup, but now he still lowered his head and drank up the soup in the bowl in a few sips.

"Are there any competitions this semester?" Dad asked casually.

"Yes, there is a ranking competition in the city in April. It has nothing to do with me." Sterling Bian picked up a chopstick and put some unknown fungus in his mouth. It tasted pretty good.

"What are you talking about? Why does it have nothing to do with you?" Dad frowned.

"If you don't say you're sending me to a sports school, you're just..." Sterling Bian shut up, just messing around. This is what my father always said before, but Sterling Bian's performance in competitions has been pretty good in recent years. Dad probably At first he hoped that he could do something good, so he didn't mention it again. He glanced at his father and said, "I'll do my best and let Chiang Kai-shek arrange it."

The two of them finished the meal in a pleasant atmosphere of half silence and half nothing to talk about. When Dad was paying the bill, Sterling Bian looked back and saw that there were a few more tables of customers in the store than before. The waiter was walking back and forth, but he didn't look. To Felix Qiu.

Ran?

Sterling Bian clicked his tongue twice in his heart and stood up behind his father. The battle was over before it even started. It was boring.

After leaving the hotel, Dad went to the parking lot to pick up the car. Sterling Bian was too lazy to walk and stood on the roadside waiting.

Just as he took his cell phone to send a text message to Brody Wan saying that he would be there soon, someone walked in from the opposite side. Sterling Bian smelled a faint smell of tobacco, looked up, and met the other person's gaze.

What a fate.

Sterling Bian raised his eyebrows, it was Felix Qiu.

Different from the polite and smiling service before, Felix Qiu looked at him with cold eyes and no expression on his face.

"You're back from escaping?" Sterling Bian suppressed the urge to throw the phone at his face. Felix Qiu was about the same height as him, and his body was not as weak as he thought. He might not be able to gain the upper hand if he moved so easily. .

Felix Qiu glanced at him and walked towards the hotel. When passing by him, he whispered in his ear very closely: "Why, did you miss me?"

Sterling Bian's anger was instantly ignited by Felix Qiu's words: "I'll Fcuk you!"

He cursed, held the phone in his left hand and swung it towards Felix Qiu's face without thinking.

Felix Qiu turned his head and raised his hand to block it, but Sterling Bian's hand hit his wrist, causing a sharp pain. It was estimated that Felix Qiu was wearing something on his hand.

This pain simply added fuel to the fire. He didn't care that his right shoulder was still injured. He reached out and grabbed Felix Qiu's hand, pulled it hard to his side, and pushed his right knee under Felix Qiu's ribs. A sharp bump.

This time he hit Felix Qiu firmly, but before he could hit him a second time, Felix Qiu had already used his inertia to punch him under his right ribs.

This punch was no lighter than Sterling Bian's knee, and Sterling Bian almost fell over in one breath.

Just as he was about to grit his teeth and hit Felix Qiu with an elbow in the face, a car light came from behind, and several rapid horns sounded, and then he heard his father's roar: "Sterling Bian!"

The car stopped beside him, and his father jumped out of the car, grabbed Sterling Bian and pulled him away: "What are you doing!"

Although Sterling Bian felt that his hair was about to be lit with anger, he still used up all his endurance in front of his father not to pounce again. He pointed at Felix Qiu: "You'd better not let me see it again." your turn!"

"Same." Felix Qiu pressed his ribs, sneered at the corner of his mouth, turned around and left.

"What's going on!" Dad put Sterling Bian into the car and held the door, "You can start a fight with someone in just two minutes with a car! Why are you so careless!"

Sterling Bian sat in the passenger seat without saying a word. He remembered that he had thrown his cell phone on the ground. He stretched his legs to get out of the car, but his father slapped him and pushed him back into the car: "What else do you want to do!"

"Mobile phone!" Sterling Bian shouted, "Pick up the phone!"

"Stay there!" his father yelled at him, turning around to find his cell phone, "Where is it!"

"It's over there by the tree." Sterling Bian leaned back on the chair, his shoulders and ribs began to ache. He frowned and stared in the direction of the hotel.

Regarding the reason for the fight, no matter what his father asked, Sterling Bian stopped making any sound. After asking several times without getting an answer, his father sighed deeply, stopped trying, and started the car: "Go back to school?"

"Go to Brody Wan's house." Sterling Bian put his head on the car window and looked out.

Dad responded and drove the car to the downstairs of Brody Wan's house in silence. When Sterling Bian opened the door and got out of the car, he pointed to the back seat and said, "I brought you some clothes to change into."

"Oh." Sterling Bian took out the bag containing clothes from the back seat.

"Shall I transfer the money to you tomorrow?" Dad said again.

"Don't worry, there's more, I'll just say it casually." Sterling Bian took out his mobile phone and dialed Brody Wan's number.

After two rings, he was hung up, and then Brody Wan's head poked out of a window upstairs: "I'll go down and open the door for you!"

The lock on the downstairs door of Brody Wan's building was broken, and no one took care of it. He had to call every time and wait for someone to come down and open the door before going back up.

"I'll wait for him to come down." Sterling Bian closed the car door, "Dad, please go back."

"Sterling Bian," Dad rolled down the window and looked at him from inside the car. He thought for a long time before saying, "Your temper of getting violent when something you say is inappropriate is really..."

"I know," Sterling Bian patted the car window and took a few steps back, "I know."

"You know Sh!t!" Dad gave him a hard look, closed the window, turned the car around and drove away.

As soon as he entered Brody Wan's house, Sterling Bian smelled the aroma of pancakes. Sterling Bian was stunned: "Where are the pancakes?"

"Well, aren't you going to eat it when you get back?" Brody Wan pointed to the kitchen, "My mother heard you were coming and went to bake it."

"I'm so sorry that it's late at night," Sterling Bian took off his coat and ran into the kitchen, shouting, "Auntie! I've eaten, stop working."

"I baked it with just a swipe of my hand. It doesn't take much trouble. His dad is on a business trip these days, and no one eats it when I make it. It's so easy to get someone to eat," Brody Wan's mother said with a smile, "Don't be polite. This How many times have you eaten, and I still don't know how much you eat?"

Sterling Bian did not refuse anymore. He ate a lot every time he went to Brody Wan's house. In addition, he met Felix Qiu today. He did not only eat well but also had to fight. Now he had an inexplicable appetite.

Brody Wan's mother baked a few cakes and he ate them all. After washing his face, he went into Brody Wan's room, lay on the bed, rubbed his belly and drank milk.

"Did you enjoy the meeting with your dad?" Brody Wan entered the house and closed the door.

"Every meeting has the same virtue," Sterling Bian smiled, then frowned and lifted up his clothes to take a look, then gritted his teeth and cursed, "Fcuk!"

"Oh my god!" Brody Wan came over and took a look, stunned. Then he lifted up his clothes and took a look. "This thing is contagious? Did I pass it to you?"

"Why don't you take out your IQ to dry it when you have free time? It's already growing enoki mushrooms," Sterling Bian sighed, sat up and took a sip of milk, "Do you know who I bumped into during dinner today?"

"Felix Qiu?" Brody Wan answered without thinking.

Sterling Bian stared at him for a while: "Are you happy growing up?"

"Did I really meet Felix Qiu?" Brody Wan was a little excited. He jumped on the bed and sat cross-legged across from him. "Tell me, what's going on? Did you take action?"

"I didn't move much. My dad is here." Sterling Bian frowned, holding his ribs and slowly drank two sips of milk, "Today my dad took me to eat mushrooms. He works there as a waiter."

"Working?" Brody Wan was stunned. It was very rare for high school sophomores to work in restaurants. For the people around them, handing out a leaflet was as painful as being sentenced to three years.

"Hmm." Sterling Bian lowered his head and sucked the milk with a smacking sound.

"Is he experiencing life or making money..." Brody Wan snatched the milk carton from his hand, "Does it taste good? I can't stand this news."

Sterling Bian said nothing, lying back on the pillow with his head on his arm: "I don't care why, anyway, I'm done with him. I'll beat him every time we meet again."

"Fight!" Brody Wan had no objection to Sterling Bian's decision. Anyway, he was full of love for fighting and was more interested in fighting than training.

He also lay down next to Sterling Bian, and after a moment of silence, he sighed: "You say... I feel... I feel... I think..."

"You have too many mental activities," Sterling Bian said a little impatiently, "I didn't think about it, just hold it in!"

"Hey!" Brody Wan slapped his leg, "What do you think Seraphina Zhang likes in him? I want a handsome guy with a face, a body, a figure, and money to chase him, but no, turn around and chase a poor boy. Traveling all over the world, do you think she is blind..."

"Shut up!" Sterling Bian kicked Brody Wan. Even if he didn't have any "oh~that's her~" feeling towards Seraphina Zhang, that's still someone he was chasing but couldn't catch. "I just like her who is too rich." Love the spirit of poverty!"

"The spirit of fart is nerves!" Brody Wan turned over.

Sterling Bian let him have fun and laughed for a long time: "I find that sometimes you react very quickly."

"Nonsense, if I stay with you all day long and you don't react quickly, you will be ruined." Brody Wan hugged the quilt and suddenly turned around after a while, "Brother Nan."

"Huh?" Sterling Bian stared at the ceiling.

"Just tomorrow night," Brody Wan touched his ribs, which were bruised a lot, "go squat him."