Qi Lin is disgusted with all tedious chores, and he enjoys the process of silent struggle, the quietness when he is alone, and the pleasure ~ after losing his strength.

So he really hates being bothered.

But people live in the world, and after all, they can't stay away from the red dust.

"Leng Qing has broken through the Gangjing."

When An Guangqian told Qi Lin the news, Qi Lin's first reaction was not joy, but a tightness in his heart.

Among the four of them, Leng Qing is definitely not the one with the most outstanding qualifications.

He is not even as good as Lu Shanshan, Qi Lin can completely see that among the four people, Lu Shanshan is the one who is relatively the least effective.

Leng Qing's talent is only a little higher than Zhou Tong.

But he was the first to break through.

This is not normal.

"What happened?" Qi Lin asked with a frown.

An Guangqian sighed lightly: "I only know that his father came to him once, and slapped him, and the next day Leng Qing broke through." It should have been something to be happy about, but according to the surveillance, I found that he was covered in scars, and he was using self-harm to get promoted. ”

Qi Lin's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

That's what he's afraid of.

When he chose to cultivate, although he often challenged his limits and put himself in danger, he was definitely not self-harming.

But it's not the same.

He purely uses the pain of the flesh to gain his own ascension in the realm.

In a way, he has entered the path of demons.

And you can go crazy at any time.

"Qi Lin, I don't want to disturb you. But I'm going to talk to Leng Qing's father, Leng Qing's side, I hope you can watch him for a while. I wanted to win the championship, but I didn't want to ruin his life. ”

An Guangqian has no shortage of champions, and there is no shortage of work ethics.

Qi Lin nodded heavily, although it was not his job, but it was his duty to help his teammates.

After An Guangqian left, Qi Lin finished his self-study and came to the deserted dormitory.

He hadn't seen Leng Qing for a while, and this time at first sight, it really amazed him, and even his heartbeat slowed down.

Leng Qing is now wearing a white dress, light makeup, long hair fluttering, and a graceful figure.

He was already very indifferent, but now it seems that he is even more cold as a fairy, which is enough to make 90% of women ashamed of themselves.

Even Qi Lin had an idea in an instant: if Leng Qing was a woman, he would definitely chase him.

This kind of iceberg fairy-like temperament is really attractive.

Seeing Qi Lin, who was amazed for a moment, he got up coldly, turned around in front of Qi Lin, and asked softly, "Am I beautiful?" ”

Qi Lin sighed in his heart, and all the amazements were swept away.

When a man makes such an action and says such a thing, the haze in his heart must be extremely heavy.

He walked into the room, walked directly in front of Leng Qing, and reached out to tear Leng Qing's white dress.

A hint of surprise flashed in Leng Qing's eyes, and then he reverted to indifference.

Qi Lin did not continue to move.

He wasn't taking advantage of the cold, he just wanted to confirm his suspicions.

And as it turned out, he didn't guess wrong.

The cold and white ~ fair skin is full of dense wounds.

Looking at the cold and pale excessive face, Qi Lin felt distressed.

"Does it hurt?" Qi Lin asked.

was stunned for a moment, and then tears immediately poured out of his eyes~.

The most unacceptable thing for an indifferent person is the concern of others.

Because of this concern, they are defenseless.

Turning his head, Leng Qing wanted to maintain his cold and arrogant image.

But his constantly shrugging shoulders are a testament to the ups and downs of his heart.

"Can you talk to me?"

Qi Lin had never been interested in other people's privacy, but he knew that if he wanted to help Leng Qing out, he had to uncover his scars.

Many things must be poisoned to fight poison.

Leng Qing was silent for a long time.

Then began to tell a story to Qi Lin.

The plot of the story is simple.

"My dad was a Dink, and my birth was an accident. He didn't like children, so he didn't care about me. And my mother prefers her daughter and raised me as a girl since I was a child. She dressed me in girls' clothes, taught me how to dress up, and I didn't even realize I was a man until I went to school. ”

"It wasn't until I entered the school that I realized that I was an outlier."

Speaking of this, a trace of pain flashed in Leng Qing's eyes.

No matter how indifferent a person is, he will not be born like this.

Qi Lin could imagine how a group of children who had nothing to do would treat Leng Qing differently.

"I wanted to be a boy again, but my mom didn't agree. My dad thought I was a shame on him, so he never told anyone that I was his son. I grew up in this environment and developed my current self, which is disgusting, right? ”

A cold smile, desolate and mocking.

Qi Lin shook his head and said very seriously: "I only feel beauty." ”

Looking at Qi Lin's serious expression, there was a slight melt and strangeness in the depths of his cold eyes.

But this is not enough for him to accept his current self lightly.

"Qi Lin, you are a big-minded person, you are the most standard man template in my imagination. I aspire to be a man like you, but I can't do it anymore. Years of women's clothing career have made me completely accustomed to the way I am now. ”

"I can't be a man anymore, and I don't like women anymore."

Leng Qing buried his head in his knees and cried heartbreakingly.

Qi Lin couldn't cry, he only felt boundless sorrow.

A teenager who is crushed by the nearness of reality.

What exactly did he do wrong?

Walking to Leng Qing's side, he put his arm around Leng Qing's shoulder, and his voice was calm and powerful: "Leng Qing, you don't kill people and don't break the law, what if you like women's clothes?" What about liking men? There is no shame on you, and no one has the right to blame you. ”

Qi Lin understood the source of Leng Qing's practice.

Whether he is or Zhu Ling, the source of practice is based on their own ambitions.

But the source of Lengqing's practice comes from pain, and he draws strength from pain and escapes reality from self-harm.

It's not fair, and it's not going to last.

If it continues like this, the desert will collapse.

Leaning on Qi Lin's shoulder, Leng Qing cried for a minute, then wiped away his tears, and asked Qi Lin with a smile: "The coach asked you to come, right?" ”

Qi Lin nodded.

"My dad came to get me out of the competition, he's a college teacher, he can't be known that he has a shemale son, he says he can't afford to lose this guy. I didn't say yes, so he did it. ”

Qi Lin's left fist was quietly clenched.

"Qi Lin, I want to win the championship." Leng Qing suddenly changed the subject.

Qi Lin did not speak.

Leng Qing continued: "I want Yin Yang Tribulation. ”

Qi Lin's pupils contracted suddenly.

But it soon returned to normal.

"I'll help you." Qi Lin solemnly made a promise.

"Do you look down on me?"

"I look down on your parents."