Chapter 177 Luxurious Chocolate (Yu Sheng League Additional Update 7/10)

Chapter 177 Luxurious Chocolate (Yu Sheng Meng 710)

"Hey, is that guy okay?" Aoki Si sat in the locker room, lazily applying an ice pack to his face with one hand.

Song Shanyan stood at the door, smiling with a complicated expression: "It's okay, he is also a former boxing champion after all. Although this elbow is fierce, nothing will happen."

Aokiji glanced at him and saw that he was worried, so he said funnyly: "If you have anything to say, just say it. Your expression makes me feel a little panicked."

Song Shanyan was silent for a long time, and then said calmly: "It's okay, I'm just sighing a little. I won't train today, you can go home in a while. Is there anything uncomfortable with your body? I'll go to the hospital to sew my eyebrows and feet later." I'll reimburse you how much it costs. After a while, after the competition contract is signed, I will find a professional medical team for you."

Upon hearing this, Aokiji bulged his arms and smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry, it's just a little skin injury."

"Well." Song Shanyan took out an envelope from his pocket, threw it on the chair next to Aokiji, and said with a smile: "Since you played well today, any extra will be treated as extra from me. It’s a bonus. I didn’t expect that your boy actually won the fight cleanly, tsk, it’s really yours.”

Aokiji put down the ice bag with bright eyes, picked up the envelope and opened it. It was full of thick 10,000-yuan bills. At first glance, there were twenty or thirty bills. He couldn't help but hesitate: "Isn't it a bit too much? "

Song Shanyan was slightly startled when he heard this, and then laughed loudly: "Why, do you think you are taking advantage of me?"

"Well, Brother Yan gave me free training, and also found me a coach and a sparring partner. To be honest, I've already taken advantage of it." Aokiji put the money aside with a tangled expression.

To be honest, Aokiji initially felt that he and Matsuyamayan each had what they needed. Matsuyamayan was not short of money, but he needed a new boxer to participate in the competition, while Aokiji was capable but short of money.

The relationship between the two should be a simple one of interest.

But Songshanyan invested a little too much in him, which made Aokiji feel that it exceeded the ordinary exchange of interests. This made him always wonder if he was taking too much advantage.

"Don't think too much. If you can fight well, I can also get benefits." Song Shanyan explained with an indifferent expression: "After all, you will box on behalf of my club then. The better your ranking, the better." The greater the publicity effect of my club. If I can reach the finals, the publicity effect will be even greater."

"If you want to spend money to buy ads with the same impact, you can't do it with just a few million." Songshanyan took out the cigarette case from his pocket, hesitated, and stuffed it back: "So you just Fight hard, and if you feel sorry for me, just try harder."

Aokiji sighed and said with a serious expression: "Thank you, Brother Yan, I understand everything."

Maybe it was this kind of tender atmosphere that made Song Shanyan a little uncomfortable. He scratched his head, made a "cutting" sound in his mouth, turned around and left: "Then it's okay, you can go home after you have a rest and calm down." Just rest and come to training as normal tomorrow if you have nothing to do.”

"Yeah." Aokiji couldn't help laughing when he saw him turning around and leaving.

Don’t worry, I will definitely try my best to get first place. Aokiji changed his hand to hold an ice pack, applied it to his face and fell into deep thought: Nothing can happen casually during this period. If he gets involved in another fight and is exposed by the media, it will not cause trouble to Brother Yan. alright.

Let’s talk to Tora Maeda and the others tomorrow.

Aokiji blinked, and the pain of each blink made him gasp. The bruised eyebrows and feet that were beaten were simply treated by coach Oda, and they were not stitched up yet.

It's better to go to the hospital first. Don't leave a scar when the time comes, and you won't look more scary. Thinking of this, Aokiji stood up, looked at his bruised nose and swollen face, and shook his head helplessly - just going home with this miserable look on his face, Qiong would probably be sulking again.

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Aokiji knocked on Qiong's door cautiously and asked a little guiltily: "Qiong, you're out for dinner."

Qiong's weak reply came from the door. Aokiji stood at the door a little nervously. After a while, Qiong opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Qiong saw Aoki Si standing in front of him.

Qiong raised her head, and the first thing she saw was the gauze on the corner of Aoki Si's eyebrows and his bruised face. She immediately frowned: "Si"

Seeing the reproachful expression on her face, Aokiji smiled coquettishly. He looked away in embarrassment: "I had a fight with the new sparring partner this morning and I accidentally got hurt."

Qiong's brows furrowed even more tightly: "If you fight with a sparring partner, will it hurt you like this?"

Hearing this, Aokiji scratched his head with one hand and said with a smile: "In a real fight, injuries are inevitable. This sparring partner was hired with great effort by the coach. It's impossible not to seize the opportunity. I don’t usually encounter such a strong opponent.”

Qiong didn't speak, just raised his head and stared at him for a while, then turned and walked downstairs.

"Fool."

Aokiji hurriedly followed her and asked cautiously: "Are you not angry, Qiong?"

Qiong didn't look back, just replied lightly: "No."

Aokiji noticed that although Qiong said he was not angry, his expression was obviously colder than usual, and he immediately grimaced.

The two came to the dining table and sat opposite each other as usual. Looking at the dishes on the table that were a bit richer than before, Qiong just glanced at Aokiji and then lowered his head in silence to eat.

Seeing her lowering her head to eat, Aokiji's mind changed. He suddenly stood up and took out a box of chocolate bars from the refrigerator behind his back. He placed it on the table with a smile on his face: "These are new chocolate bars that have just been purchased in the supermarket. .”

Qiong just glanced at it, his expression still unchanged.

Aokiji raised his brows, smiled confidently, and slowly raised his hand, holding a box of golden-wrapped chocolate bars.

Qiong's expression was a little moved: "This is it?"

"Your favorite X chocolate bar, luxury limited edition." Aokiji raised the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows at Qiong: "Each person is limited to one purchase, but"

"I bought five boxes!" Aokiji winked and asked for credit, which made Qiong want to laugh a little, but she still looked at the chocolate bar in his hand with a straight face: "Thank you."

"Well, since I chose this profession, injuries are inevitable." Aokiji put down the chocolate bar and his expression became sincere.

He looked at Qiong and said softly: "But don't worry, when this supernova conference is over, I will stop working and find other work."

"It's okay to continue if you like." Qiong's words were a bit insincere, but when she heard Aokiji said that he would stop boxing after the game, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. As she spoke, her silver hair fell from the side of her face. It hung down and the end hung on the dining table.

Aokiji couldn't help but stretched out his hand to tuck the silver hair behind her ears. Qiong looked away awkwardly, but still stayed in place obediently, and asked in a shy and impatient tone: " Is Si Boxing very good?"

"Yes." Aokiji nodded confidently and withdrew his hand: "Very impressive!"

"However, it's better not to watch the competition at that time." Aokiji thought that the competition would be broadcast live on TV, and looked at her with some worry: "If you want to watch it, wait until I win and come back and watch the replay with you. That’s fine.”

"I understand." Qiong lowered her head a little irritably. Maybe it was Aoki Tsukasa's words that made her a little upset. She sighed and changed the subject: "After some time, there will be an offline Street Fighter game competition. Si will accompany you." Shall I go?"

"Of course!" Aokiji nodded with a smile: "I will definitely hold up the support stick and cheer for Qiong loudly during Qiong's competition!"

"No, just watch." Thinking of Aoki Si standing in the audience, holding a cheering stick and shouting his name, Qiong felt uncomfortable for a while.

"Okay." Aoki Si followed her thoughts.

The phone suddenly rang. Aokiji picked it up and saw that it was a Line message from Summi Teruhashi.

After unlocking the screen lock, the message from Shinmei Teruhashi on Line made Aokiji rub his temples in distress.