C117 fight, robbery (1/2)
If it was said that Tang Meng Rui was wearing a cap and couldn't see her face when she stood beside Huan Tianzong, then when her voice passed through the crowd of people, it was like a huge bomb had instantly blown him into pieces.
A man's voice doesn't change.
For so many years, she hadn't even changed the tone or rhythm of her speech.
Huan Tianzong's hand was still holding onto the game console, and he was staring blankly at the people around him. He could not help but extend his hand out, and spoke: ”Tang … ”Ku Rui?”
This feeling was too sudden.
All of a sudden, he couldn't believe it was real.
She had been gone so long that he thought he could let it go.
But it was only now that he realized that as soon as she appeared, the fragments that had been entangling him for so long would come back to him and become the same voice in his head: You're back.
The host was surprised, he did not expect Huan Tianzong to suddenly look as if he had been sucked dry, and actually show an expression of loss of control.
Huan Tianzong did not care about what others thought, he only wanted to quickly grab onto Tang Meng Rui. However, the moment his hand reached out, he did not even have the time to stop in midair, he saw that Tang Mo Rui had already turned around, and the end of her hair started to curve in the air, and then she disappeared into the crowd.
”Tang Chu Rui!” Huan Tianzong immediately called out her name, wanting to rush over to the crowd to find her.
However, at the moment, the place was crowded and bustling with people, all of their voices could be heard. No one cared about what Huan Tianzong had said as well.
As if he had fallen into an impenetrable barrier, everyone was cheering and celebrating someone's promotion. They were celebrating the end of the first round of the competition, and some were even excited by the high-energy operation in the game interface just now. Huan Tianzong could only watch as the pink clothes disappeared into the end of the crowd, and in the end, they could no longer find him.
When Huan Tianzong finally broke through the crowd and went to the VIP seats, the assistant rushed over and asked anxiously, ”Young Master, what happened to you? Why were they suddenly stunned? We thought something had happened! ”
Huan Tianzong's eyes were dull for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly became clear and said to Huan Jing: ”Big Brother! ”She …”
He stopped mid-sentence.
Huan Jing was a little confused, and asked: ”She? What happened to her? ”
But right at this time, Huan Tianzong stopped speaking.
He looked at his brother.
He was sitting in the back of the little horned leather sofa, the brown leather matching the black suit. His legs were crossed slightly, and when he looked up he was holding a steaming cup of coffee.
All the hustle and bustle, impetuousness, rashness, and movements were unable to approach him.
He carried this barrier of his own, and there was often a look of indifference in his expression. He probably didn't even realize how indifferent he sometimes was --
He wasn't trying to be aloof, but he truly felt that it wasn't important.
A man like that would probably be fatal to women, right?
If Tang Meng Rui were to meet Huan Jing again, she would still say it out loud. She wouldn't even need to think about it before making that choice, right?
Huan Tianzong didn't know whether he was jealous, sour or bitter, but he suddenly changed his tone and said, ”It's nothing.”
Huan Jing looked at him suspiciously. ”Is there really nothing wrong?”
The assistant also asked, as if the matter was not big enough, ”How can you be alright? ”Young Master, look at you. Your face is deathly pale, as if you just encountered some amazing matter. Didn't you see your previous discomposure? Even the host could feel that something was wrong …”
Huan Tianzong: ”Nothing, just lost the game just now. My mood isn't very good.”
The assistant thought for a bit and felt that it made sense. The young master originally wanted to take the championship, so how could the champion be eliminated in the first round?
This was too inconsistent with the young master's ambitions!
Speaking of the eldest young master, the eldest young master had come here just to watch the champion, but it was only five minutes before he stopped. He hadn't even flown back and forth to the United States for a long time!
Huan Tianzong stopped him: ”I'm fine, you don't need to check!”
”No need to check, really?”
”En,” Huan Tianzong nodded his head, feeling a little guilty for some reason. He looked at his brother's face, and then calmed himself down with great difficulty, pretending that nothing had happened, ”I'm the one who is weaker than others, I don't blame anyone else, I'll just give up on winning the championship.”
Speaking to this point, Huan Tianzong suddenly remembered that Tang Muren had once played an ancient game with him in his room late at night, killing him to the last man's death.
… …. Unexpectedly, history was always astonishingly similar.