Chapter 921： A thousand-year-old evildoer

Su Jiu quickly looked around and saw Han Siye slapped a punch, "Bang!" Rong Si was hit hard in the face, he staggered and fell backward, and his back hit the railing.

The corners of his lips were broken, and blood leaked out suddenly. Against his handsome face, it turned out to be a little more coquettish, like a thousand-year-old evildoer.

"Dang!" The referee rang the bell, and the game was over and Han Siye won.

Han Siye frowned, walked up to Rong Si, and extended a hand to him in line with the principle of friendship first and second in the game.

Rong Si ignored him, just stood up and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with the back of his hand.

"Hey, why didn't you avoid it just now?"

Han Siye frowned. He could see that Rong Si was on par with him. He could avoid it just now, but he didn't. He seemed to be waiting to be hit by him.

I don't know what this kid is paying attention to? !

Rong Si's eyes flicked an obscure light, and did not answer, just said indifferently: "I'm willing to bet."

"It's okay if you know, I thought you were going to run the bill."

Rong Si glanced at him lightly, and said unhurriedly: "Make a request, what do you want me to do?"

Han Siye stood in the spotlight, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

After a two-second pause, he said: "If I let you leave the wine, would you agree?"

"..." Tolerant pupils tightened suddenly, "No, I can't do it."

Han Siye had expected him to react like this earlier, and sneered, sneered, and raised his chin to disdain: "Hey, look at your nervousness, you're really good-for-nothing! Xiaojiu likes you, and I like her so much. Would you be willing to make her sad?"

"So what do you want me to do?"

Han Siye didn't answer, and the two teenagers faced each other like this, and the atmosphere was not quite right.

"Forget it, I haven't thought of it yet. I'll tell you when I think about it."

The reason why Han Siye said this was because he saw Su Jiu who was looking anxious in the audience.

Knowing that she was worried about Rongsi, his heart plummeted, and he didn't have the slightest joy to win the game.

"Okay." Rong Si responded and turned and walked off the ring.

Su Jiu ran towards him immediately, looking at his injured face worriedly, "Rong Si, are you okay?"

Rong Si tugged at the corners of her mouth, reached out and rubbed her hair, "It's okay."

"The corners of your mouth are green, and you said it's okay? Also, is there any injury on your body? Let me see." Su Jiu was nervous, pulling his whole body to check.

Confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, she let go of her hanging heart.

Han Siye stood aside, seeing Su Jiu's worry, all his attention was on Rong Si, and his heart was quite uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he would rather be beaten by him.

It is him who would rather lose.

as long as……

Just let him enjoy a little bit of tenderness that she gave.

Han Siye tugged at the corner of his mouth, the arc of self-deprecating and bitter.

Just thinking about it, the arm was beaten.

He frowned and turned his head to look, and saw Song Xinyan walk next to him and said angrily: "I said, isn't this kind of game just ending? What are you doing so hard? Rong Si is injured!"

"Is it easy for me to start?" Han Siye snorted coldly, and swept to Rong Si with strong hostility, "If it weren't for Xiaojiu's face, I would have beaten him down!"

It's just, what is that guy suddenly in a daze?

And got him a punch inexplicably?

Han Siye thought about it carefully, **** it, wouldn't he mean it on purpose? After wearing the book, I became a small drag oil bottle.