Bian Jin staggered to the bed.

His stomach was uncomfortable, and his stomach hurt like a knife, as if his intestines and his intestines had been pulled out in an instant, stirring in his stomach.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He felt this pain like self-abuse, as if in this way, the uneasiness in his heart was suppressed, and it didn't hurt so much.

In the dark, enclosed space, he said to himself.

"Bian Jin...... You're a piece of shit...... Bian Jin...... You're a piece of shit......"

"You're nothing...... You can't play well...... What else can you do besides work hard? ”

"Now, I can't work hard...... You're going to get this damn disease...... You're going to delay the game, and you're going to have to worry about the young lady......"

"You're a piece of shit...... Don't blame them for not wanting you...... Because you're not worth it in the first place...... You don't deserve ...... at all."

His mentality was completely broken.

He didn't want that either.

He also wants to be optimistic and sunny, and he also wants to work hard.

He knew that as long as his depression was cured, he would still have a chance to stand by the side of the young lady if he worked hard.

He wants to be stronger than anyone else, let the young lady find out how powerful he is, let the young lady praise him, and accompany the young lady to play the game together.

He knew that he was hypocritical and vulnerable, and everyone was letting him.

He knows it's all his fault, it's all his fault, everyone is teammates, everything should be developed together to play the game well......

He knows his vulnerability affects the whole team.

He knew that he had come to the beach this time to treat his illness and not make him nervous.

He knows that it is for his good to be substituted, and everyone must care about him the most, and there are people who can't play games.

He knew that the reason why the manager delayed until today was because he was afraid that he would be injured.

He knew that he just ran out like this, and now the captain manager Ye Dad Qiu Quan would be worried.

He knows it all......

What is the most powerless and desperate thing!

Who knows!

It's not his possessiveness, it's not his sadness, it's not his good or bad emotions.

It's his powerlessness!

Does he want to be so vulnerable?!

He didn't want to at all!

Does he want everyone to worry about the young lady!

He didn't want to at all!

He likes the young lady more than anyone else to be happy every day, and not to worry about his!

I don't want the young lady to coax her!

Because the young lady is a cute girl, when he is coquettish, the young lady coaxes herself, and the rest of the time, he should coax the young lady!

It shouldn't be like this......

It's all your own disease......

It's all this disease......

Bian Jin knew that he was wrong, but he couldn't control his emotions at all, his mentality would collapse in an instant, and in an instant, he couldn't control himself at all, and all the desperate emotions were coming.

He knew he had a shadow of his childhood.

Because countless times, the words that sounded in his head seemed to be imprinted in the bone marrow.

It was the voice of his parents—

"Who are you?"

"We don't need such a useless son."

"Will you wash your brother's diaper?"

He was too afraid of being abandoned.

But it's impossible......

He knew that his possessiveness was wrong.

Everyone says that they like to be sick, but it's only limited to books, and no one wants to be entangled by such a terrible person in life.

Sick is a nice saying.

He called it paranoia.

It's obsession.

Bian Jin sat on the bed, picked up a pillow to cover his face, and cried.

He doesn't want that!

It's clear that there is a substitute as it should be, and it is right, but he is crying uselessly here——!