Chapter 48: Heartbeat

The pupils of his dark phoenix eyes collapsed, and Xie Ruhang felt dizzy, his beautiful love for Tang Bai had been shaken to its core, and Xie Ruhang took a deep breath and said stubbornly, "Impossible."

No way, Tang Bai, there must be a typo!

If not love, were all those elaborate bento, the teaching of ambiguous manners, the defending of his every word and the sweet memories of this time all fake!

Tang Bai has said on air that he and Xie Ruhang are good friends who share the same interests, and that sending bento as a make-up imitation is a normal interaction between close friends. "

Xie Ruhang: "......"

Xie Ruhang thought the worst thing that could happen to him would be to receive a cuckold's hat, but he never imagined that he wouldn't even be eligible to wear one!

As for your comment about Tang Bai sending lunchboxes to Gu Tunan today, omega sending lunchboxes to alpha doesn't necessarily mean love, it could be that Gu Tunan did something so Tang Bai sent lunchboxes to express his gratitude?"

Not in love and in business: "[cat wink.jpg]"

Xie Ruhang: "............"

Green tea tip 12: You can't plant just two tea plants in a tea garden, always replenish the quality spares and green up a forest

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"long night ahhhhhhhh!!!"

"It's a 'rat'!"

"Surely the ace of the underground arena ......"

The crowd in the stands, wearing ball masks, shouted wildly at one of the mechs on the stage, and the screams were almost as loud as the waves that overwhelmed the underground arena.

The scantily clad commentator, who was shivering from the crushing action of the 'Rat', screamed: "Who else? Who's next to challenge 'Rat'?"

No one dared to step up to the challenge.

Within five minutes of the start, the first newcomer to the stage was defeated, his freshly warmed up humanoid mech knocked to the ground.

The head of the mecha corresponds to the cockpit, and at this moment the twisted head of the mecha is permeated with energy fluid.

The other three mechs who had wanted to challenge the Rat were bloodless, they had waited until the monthly challenge to defeat the Rat in wheel-to-wheel combat, but now they were They had waited until the monthly challenge to defeat Rat in a round robin battle, but now they were staring at the dark mecha on the field.

It was the long night of the "rat".

In just five minutes, the Rat performed a perfect massacre on the field of play, as they watched the long night spread its wings, its bat-winged mimicry giving it ghostly speed, the light and athletic silhouette of the mecha like a ball, its gesture of reaping life illustrating the aesthetics of brutal violence.

In the face of absolute suppression of strength, all resistance is comical to the point of ridiculousness.

"Hahahahahaha this lot of mechs are wimps again!" "Wimps!" "You bunch of limpets get your asses home to your mothers!"

To the jeers of the audience, the deserter mechs left in fear of the Rat's supreme fighting skills, and even more so of the Rat's relentless fighting style. "The price they would have to pay would be their lives.

The pitch-black mech stood silently on the lift and left the stage to the cheers of the entire crowd.

Although not a single word was said, that Mei O commentator was still full of flowers, "So handsome, so handsome, so handsome, 'Rat' is really strong to the point of being flawless, he just needs to succeed in defending the ring next time, and then he can become the real 'King' He'll be the real 'king' if he succeeds in the next ring."

Inside the mech parking room, Xie Ruhang jumped down from the long night, he had successfully finished guarding the ring for the month and had a month off from coming back to the underground arena, he changed into his regular clothes and removed the lucky stone from his mech combat suit.

This lucky stone is only half the size of a fingernail and has a pockmarked surface, but in the light it shines brightly, even if uncut.

Xie Ruhang looks down at the lucky stone for a moment.

It is a relic left to him by his mother. Perhaps it is psychological that he sometimes looks at this stone and remembers his dead mother, which he took with him when he first went to play in the underground arena with the hope that he might die.

For he had heard that if one's earthly attachments were too deep after death, those reluctances would be transformed into wishes to be stored in relics, silently guarding the loved ones.

He later won and made a habit of carrying the stone with him whenever he went to compete in the underground arena.

In his mind, he took the stone, which he did not know what kind of ore it was, as a lucky stone, representing his mother's patronage to him.

Xie Ruhang puts this small stone into a lucky charm and then into the pocket of his regular clothes.

Once this was done, and he had made sure there were no surprises with the human skin mask on his face, Xie Ruhang walked out of the mech parking room and turned to leave the underground arena.

He did not want to show his real face in the Underground, and although his real face was no secret to the powerful and aristocratic audience and the Underground's directors, the general public did not know that "Rat" was Xie Ruhang.

The reason for this was initially the fear of getting into bad relationships.

Xie Ruhang first entered the underground arena at the age of fourteen, and because of his face he got into a lot of trouble, such as some difficult spectators coming backstage to try to date him, throwing him flowers when he was in the ring, and even people offering to take him on ......

At that time, he was too young, his features hadn't developed, and he didn't have the aura that is so intimidating now, even though he was always cold-faced to his suitors, and with that boyish, pretty face, he was like a thorny rose, yet it made people want to bend the flower more than ever**.

Then he changed his codename and wore a flat, human skin mask for every match, and it didn't bother him as much.

The dark-haired, dark-eyed alpha walks through the streets of the slums in dark clothes, he doesn't look impressive, but passers-by can't help but take a second look.

This attraction can perhaps only be explained by her temperament, cool and detached, aloof and indifferent, while her beauty is overshadowed by her colourful appearance, Xie Ruhang's own unique temperament is brought out.

Xie Ruhang walked from the bustling Ziyang district to the crumbling Garbage Street to see an unmistakable buzz in the Garbage Street, where a fledgling school building has replaced a mountain of otherwise foul-smelling rubbish.

In order to complete the plans for the school, which were carefully designed by the wife of the professor of architecture, the ladies hired 500 construction workers in the slums and spent a week building the beginnings of the school building, canteen, gymnasium, library and playground, which is expected to take more than a week to build.

The ground was cleaned of rubbish to welcome the new school, and the workers looked tired, but their eyes were happy to see it all.

Every time Xie Ruhang passes by, he is witnessing the progress of a building that has been the work of everyone involved, but even so, he is still in a trance when he stops here today.

The mountains of rubbish that used to be surrounded by flies and cockroaches are still not much more than a memory, but the tall buildings on the mud floor are rigorously arranged, each one much more beautiful than the low cottages and wooden houses that surround them, and everything in front of us is alive and well, as if flowers have blossomed out of the mud.

"Look! They're coming!" The workers' voices interrupted Xie Ruhang's thoughts and he looked up to see a hover vehicle followed by a huge transport ship.

There were many omega's on the hover car, dressed in unassuming clothes, but the material was soft and comfortable, and their delicate skin had a healthy glow, each one elegantly groomed and different from the people in the slums.

As the hovercar came to a halt, one of the principals overseeing the building process came respectfully to the group of omegas, reporting progress to a blonde-haired, green-eyed omega.

Many of the workers hastily put their clothes back in order, it was so hot that some of them were naked and some of them lifted their clothes up to reveal their stomachs, which was normally fine, but it was rude to do so in front of this group of noble omega's.

These beautiful and elegant omega's help their children build schools for free, pay them good wages and include meals, and they are so grateful that they don't let themselves get dirty with these noble omega's even if they can't give anything back.

Tang Bai got out of the car with an umbrella, he had come to deliver supplies and see how the school was being built with a group of omega ladies from the reader group.

What he didn't expect was to see Lu Xiaoshan, a child who seemed to be searching for something, his whole body exposed to the sun, a slight flush in his dark skin.

"Xiaoshan!" Tang Bai waved at Lu Xiaoshan.

Lu Xiaoshan turns around at the sound and sees Tang Bai standing in a group of noble omega's. He rushes over to Tang Bai.

"What are you doing here? You're all hot and sweaty." Tang Bai knelt down and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe the beads of sweat from Lu Xiaoshan's face.

"I'm looking for my dad, he didn't come home yesterday and Mum said he might have come here to work." Lu Xiaoshan is somewhat uncomfortably wiped of his sweat by Tang Bai.

"I'll look for it with you." Tang Bai reassured, "Don't be in a hurry."

"Don't bother brother Tang Tang, my dad he should just be busy last night and that's why he didn't come home, he should be back today." Lu Xiaoshan bowed deeply to Tang Bai and the other omega's who were looking over, he wasn't too used to being around strangers, especially standing next to these noble ladies.

After declining Tang Bai's offer, Lu Xiaoshan turned and ran, small but fast, in a flash.

"Is this the same boy who appeared on your last broadcast?" An officer's wife laughed, "He's a fast runner."

"It's too thin." Another lady frowned heartily, "Arms so thin there's not even a bit of flesh on them."

"But the eyes are bright." One of the older ladies lamented.

"Just now Little Tang knelt down to wipe the sweat off that child's face and all of a sudden that child got even redder and very easily shy."

"Let me tell you, children are even more face-conscious than adults. My boy has seen Little Tang live once and he wants to meet his beautiful brother every day. "

"Eh, is Little Tang still married?" "Yeah, Little Tang, you're still single, that's great, I'll have to get you a match ......"

Tang Bai: "......"

Tang Bai was caught in the middle of a group of ladies who wanted to introduce him to someone, and felt like his head was going to explode.

"You've all made Little Tang shy, we have someone Little Tang likes." says one of the couples who is close to Mama Tang.

Those ladies who saw Tang Bai's issue of Glandular Wounds faux make-up also oohed and aahed meaningfully.

Tang Bai: "?"

What's that eye contact you're making? It's not what I think it is, is it? Xie Ruhang and I are really just sisters!

Tang Bai was tired of thinking that his relationship with Xie Ruhang had been misunderstood again, and that yesterday's X had also misunderstood his relationship with Xie Ruhang.

He made a point of explaining this to X. The more he described it, the more tea he got, and X was so enlightened that he shut himself up in place and hasn't approached him for a chat today.

The previous "X" was a little angel who would say good morning, good afternoon and good night to him!

I don't know why, but Tang Bai's heart is a little empty.

He shook his head and walked with the ladies around him towards the site, when a cry of "Brother Tang Bai" stopped Tang Bai in his tracks.

He turned and saw a small, thin child running towards him with red eyes. The child was dressed in tattered, long-sleeved trousers with a hole in his shoe, his face was covered in mud, his face was yellow and thin, his cheeks were sunken in, a look that would make one's heart ache just by looking at him.

Tang Bai froze for a moment and rushed to comfort the somewhat fresh-faced child: "What's wrong? What's going on? Don't rush, speak slowly."

The child stood panting in front of Tang Bai and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Tang Bai, Mr. Ling has an urgent request for you."

Mr. Ling is looking for me urgently?

"I, I just ran over and fell accidentally, I must have delayed Mr. Ling's business ......" Halfway through this child's sentence as if overwhelmed by guilt, he couldn't help but cry.

"Don't cry, brother is coming over with you." Tang Bai reassured the boy and turned to the group of ladies and said, "Sorry, something seems to have happened over at a friend of mine, so I won't be joining you all for now."

"What's happened, do you want us to come along and help?" "Would it be unsafe for just you and a child to go?"

"I... I know the way! I'll protect Brother Tang Bai!" The choking child promised as if eager to redeem himself, "If bad people come, I'll hold their legs and let my brother run first!"

It made the hearts of these ladies melt when a child so thin that a gust of wind could blow him over said that.

"Brother, Mr. Ling said that I only need to go alone, if there are two brothers going together, am I not fulfilling the task that Mr. Ling gave me?" Tear-soaked eyes looked timidly at Tang Bai, making Tang Bai's heart soften: "It's alright, don't cry, I'll go with you to find Mr. Ling."

Tang Bai, armed with a pile of life-saving weapons, was not worried about his safety and, after thanking the ladies for their kindness, Tang Bai followed the boy out.

This child was thinner than the average child, so thin that he felt top-heavy, and when he walked quickly, Tang Bai was always worried that the child would fall over.

Tang Bai looked at the child's back with distress, and when his eyes fell on the child's neck, which was not covered by fabric, Tang Bai saw signs of ulceration.

Tang Bai's breath hitched.

I think he's seen a similar skin ......

It was, by the way, the first time he and Xie Ruhang had gone to the black market in the slums, and he had seen some junkies in the dimly lit hallways, whose bare skin was just as pus-filled and festering as the one before him.

"Brother, why don't you go?" The boy turned his head and stared at Tang Bai.

Tang Bai reached into his pocket without moving, he took hold of the diamond encrusted energy gun and whispered, "You've got mud on your face, wipe it off."

The boy smiled sheepishly, and he smiled with all the loveliness that should be expected at his age, innocent as a weed thriving out of the dirt, his little hand reaching into his schoolbag as if to pull a tissue out of it.

For a moment Tang Bai thought she was overthinking it, that this looked like a normal slum kid, that his skin might have been injured by an allergy or some other accident.

But then, Tang Bai suddenly realised a problem.

He had come across many slum children who never carried tissues and handkerchiefs with them, they just wiped their sleeves and hands haphazardly when they sweated or got dirty, so what did the child in front of him have to pull out of his school bag if he wanted to take out something other than tissues?

"Get down!!!" A violent shout rang out from behind him, the words shouted so sharply that for a moment Tang Bai didn't hear what the owner of the voice was saying, he just felt an inexplicable familiarity.

It was only when the child in front of him pulled an energy gun from his school bag that Tang Bai, who had the gun pointed at him, realised in a trance that the voice had shouted that it might be telling him to get down.

The sound of bullets raining down on Tang Bai's head was a huge contrast between the supposedly innocent child and the cold gun, and it was as if some kind of faith had been pierced by an invisible bullet, and in an instant it was riddled with holes.

"Boom..."

The dazed Tang Bai was instantly pounced upon by a strong, powerful body and the world spun around for a moment as he was wrapped up in his opponent's arms and rolled twice on the ground.

The man pressed his face into his arms, his broad palms firmly protecting the back of his head, his fingertips running through his hair, the roughness of his fingers brushing his scalp with a tingling tickle, as if electricity ran through his brain.

"Stay here and don't move." A deliberately low, raspy voice rang in his ears.

Tang Bai lifted his head and met a pair of dark eyes that were indifferent and detached, yet mixed with what seemed to be the heat of lust, causing Tang Bai's heartstrings to be twitched unexpectedly. ,,,Website m.. ...