Jiang Fang raised his head obediently, and happened to meet He Yuzheng's gaze looking down at him. The two eyes were entangled in the air, and He Yuzheng frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Fang still had a faint smile and banter in his eyes, which was not easy to detect. He shook his head: "It's nothing."

The collision on the court after the start of the second half was more serious than that in the first half. The black team's prize pool has reached 600,000, and the two teams combined have exceeded one million. Unknowingly, there was rain in the sky, and the drizzle was like snowflakes in the strong light field.

At this time, Jiang Fang got the ball again. The strongest defender of the white team stood in front of Jiang Fang. The chance of winning Jiang Fang was almost 100%. But just when Jiang Fang was about to pass him, he suddenly gave up stealing the ball. , went straight to Jiang Fang, threw Jiang Fang to the ground, the football rolled off the field, Jiang Fang reacted quickly and wanted to get up, but he was hit hard on the back, Jiang Fang groaned, and then he supported the ground. Hands are stomped on sneakers full of spikes.

The ball that rolled off the court was kicked back. When the other players of the black team saw the ball, they quickly grabbed the ball. With the ball, they ran towards the goal of the white team. After running for a while, they scored a neat goal. A hoarse voice came from outside the arena: "Stop! Stop!"

He Yuzheng almost broke his throat. He tore against the security guard on the sidelines and looked at Jiang Fang on the other side of the court with blood: "He is about to be beaten to death! Stop!"

It is not against the law to sign a life and death certificate and be beaten to death, but seeing someone so hysterical will only make all the audience more excited, and the noise on the sidelines is even worse.

At this time, the black team members discovered that Jiang Fang was surrounded by four or five white team players. When they ran towards Jiang Fang, the white team members were still kicking Jiang Fang to death.

"You let me in!" He Yuzheng shouted with flushed face and tears in his eyes. He took out his mobile phone and held it above his head: "I've already called the police! Your game will stop immediately!"

There was silence for two or three seconds in the auditorium. He Yuzheng was trembling, and his voice was broken and hoarse because of the loud screams: "You all stop now! Stop now!"

He Yuzheng was scrutinized by the indifferent, gloomy, and terrifying eyes of thousands of people. He stood up straight, looked at each other, and his voice did not drop even half: "The police will be here in half an hour."

The situation on the court finally changed. The group of players stopped kicking. They stood and waited for the notification. The numbers on the electronic screen stopped beating. Feeling weak, he fell down after running two steps. The knee hurt so much that tears came to his eyes. He Yuzheng sniffed his nose and got up, and ran towards Jiang Fang tremblingly.

Jiang Fang was still lying on his side on the ground. The black team members saw He Yuzheng coming over and took the initiative to make way for him. He Yuzheng pretended to be calm and walked over, squatting down: "Where do you hurt or feel uncomfortable, tell me." But No matter how calm He Yuzheng was, he was only seventeen years old. His voice trembled uncontrollably, and he looked at Jiang Fang, whose face was covered in blood, at a loss.

"Today's game is temporarily suspended, everyone please come back." A minute later, Tong Xu's voice came lazily from the stadium broadcast.

When a medical staff finally came over, He Yuzheng took a step back and cleared his seat. Not long after, the ambulance called by He Yuzheng also arrived. He called the ambulance shortly after the midfield, just because he thought the medical staff here were unprofessional and poorly equipped, and several players of the black team were injured. Heavier than Jiang Fang, he specially called for the entire team to use it, but Jiang Fang was the one who used it in the end.

When Tong Xu received the exact news and learned that the police were really on the road, everyone at the scene dispersed quickly, and soon only a few staff members were left to clean up the site.

He Yuzheng was suddenly stopped by Tong Xu before following Jiang Fang into the ambulance. Tong Xu was walking in the thickening rain with a gloomy expression: "You don't play this game like this."

He Yuzheng met his gaze: "I'm playing a regular game and I don't understand the underground rules. If I offend you, I'll wait for Jiang Fang to wake up and apologize to you, but only if he's okay, if something happens to him. ." Having said that, He Yuzheng's heart fell heavily again, and he looked into the car: "If something happens to him, no one can save you."

Chapter 8 Back to Huai Mountain

When Jiang Fang woke up in the early morning, the wind and rain were heavy at night, and the windows of the ward were slapped rustling.

"You're awake." The voices that suddenly sounded in the ward were unbelievably hoarse. He Yuzheng got up from the escort chair, walking unhurriedly, walked to Jiang Fang's bed, and rang the bell.

This night seemed to take away all the liveliness and cleverness of He Yuzheng. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot, his face was gray, and his lips were white. He looked down at Jiang Fang: "No serious injury, no bone injury, a little blood loss, a slight concussion, the doctor said to observe for two more days."

Jiang Fang stared at He Yuzheng without speaking. At this time, the medical staff entered the ward, gave Jiang Fang a brief examination, and left after explaining a few words.

The ward was quiet again. When He Yuzheng was about to return to his original position, his hand was suddenly pulled. Jiang Fang's voice was very low: "Come up and sleep for a while." The voice has a soothing power.

He Yuzheng lowered his head, Jiang Fang's hand was very cold, he didn't pull him tightly, he could release it at will, he sighed and brushed Jiang Fang's hand away: "I'll go up from there, there are a lot of people on your side. Wound."

He Yuzheng was really tired. He didn't close his eyes for a minute last night. He ran up and down to pay the money, went to the doctors and nurses, and later took notes with the police. It was past midnight when he returned to the hospital. Jiang put the water on the hanging bottle, he stared at the hanging bottle and counted, and then went to the nurse to change the water for him after the hanging.

After He Yuzheng climbed into bed, it seemed that all his emotions were gone, anger, anger, distress, sadness, homesickness, nothing left. He leaned against Jiang Fang's shoulder and fell asleep within three minutes. Jiang Fang got out of bed after confirming that He Yuzheng was asleep, and moved to the chair where He Yuzheng had been sitting all night.

Early in the morning, Jiang Fang left the ward and went downstairs. The nurse brought him a crutch, and he walked to the main entrance of the hospital. Tong Xu was standing there breathing mist.