MTL - Stealing the Hero’s Cool Script-Chapter 129 SAKUNLIN

Now that the queen has spoken, the extra match is a certainty.

It's just that we need to find time to talk about what and when the extra match will be compared. At present, it seems that the only thing left to do is to bring this news to the two parties.

The team sent out quickly picked up the two people who were waiting at the finish line, and Yin Beiqing took the entire row in front of him very rudely.

She hugged her shoulders with both hands, leaned on the back of the chair and closed her eyes to rest. Except for the unhealthy and slightly pale color on her face, her aura of not getting close to strangers filled her with a sense of proud alienation.

Ignoring the royal uniform on the "coach driver" and Yu Ke sitting in the back seat, one might think that this is some noble lady who went out to parade.

Yu Ke got out of the car first, her eyelids drooped slightly, she didn't meet anyone's eyes, and walked towards her position with some hesitation.

With one hand in front of her, she looked up when she saw the familiar pattern on the sleeve, "Sister."

After calling out the address, she stopped talking, but Yu Fusang's imaginary words of reproach did not appear, and was replaced by her overly gentle touch, "Thanks for your hard work."

Yu Ke's heart sank, and then she realized that the atmosphere around her was not right and looked around - no one showed a disappointed expression to her.

How is this going?

Looking into her sister's eyes with a smile on her face, she slowly began to form a creepy guess in her heart.

Just when Yu Ke organized her words and was about to ask her own question, Yu Fusang took the lead in answering.

"There was some problem with the testing equipment on the spot, which caused the result of the match to be lost. The Queen decided to let you and student Yin play an extra match according to the previous rules, and decide the winner again."

The muscles at the corners of Yu Ke's mouth twitched, trying to say something, but she couldn't force herself to squeeze out the kind of reply that Yu Fusang was waiting for.

Yu Fusang patted her lovingly, embraced the stunned person in her arms in relief, and turned her face away from the auditorium, the smile on her face disappeared, and her cold tone was like a snake climbing up to Yu Ke. Stiff back.

"Stop playing your childish tricks, they are not fools."

On the other side, Yin Beiqing, who also learned about the playoffs, was surprisingly calm. She knew the nature of the trials from the first round of points competition.

Normally, she might be angry and run away, but now she is like a puppet drained of emotions, walking down the steps dumbly, and approaching Yan Yu's position step by step.

The clothes on Yan Yu's body have been changed, and now she is wearing Weiying's hospital uniform jacket, the white cuffs are clean and tidy, but her hands underneath are wrapped with thick bandages.

She walked faster and faster, ignoring the blood dripping from her bleeding wrist. No matter how painful the curse of the blood contract was, it could not compare to the colic in her heart that could not breathe.

"Yin..." As soon as Yan Yu spoke, she was already embraced in her arms.

She wanted to look up at the expression on Yin Beiqing's face, but found that her arms around her waist were trembling.

Breathing hard, Yan Yu chose to hug her back in silence, and patted her on the back comfortingly.

"I'm fine."

Yin Beiqing shook her head, she couldn't speak, she could only express her denial by shaking her head, she tightened her grip on Yan Yu, as if she was afraid that the person in her arms was a hallucination, so she accidentally ran away.

"Did you see something bad in the world art?" Yan Yu was a little distressed, and followed the hair on the back of her head, "It's okay, those are all fake, you have come out, don't be afraid."

The man buried in the neck still remained silent.

Yan Yu knew that according to Yin Beiqing's character, the more silent she was, the more serious the problem was.

"Then let's go back, shall we? After washing up and going to bed, everything will be over." Yan Yu said softly again in a tone like coaxing a child.

Yin Beiqing finally nodded. She really wanted to leave here. The atmosphere here and the sight around her made her feel unbearable.

Yan Yu gave Ruan Yuexuan a look, and the latter immediately stepped down to explain the details to Lin Baizhu.

"You can leave at ease, I will stay and continue to discuss with them about the extra match, and I will notify you immediately when the result is out."

"Ok."

…

Amid Ying Fan's dissatisfied chatter, they returned to school, and as soon as they returned to their room, Yin Beiqing locked himself in the bathroom.

Yan Yu stood at the door, "The clothes are on the shelf at the door, don't catch cold when you come out."

The person inside hummed in an extremely low voice, the kind that even if you don't pay attention, you can't hear it.

While waiting for her to come out, Yan Yu entered the system to check the progress of the task. She opened the panel and saw that the position of the progress bar did not move. It seems that as long as Qi is not completely purified, there will be no progress in this line.

"It's a pity, we should take advantage of the victory and pursue it, stabbing it to death with one sword!"

Yan Yu shook his hand, which was so wrapped that his fingers couldn't move, "What kind of thorn? This thing."

"Okay... also." The situation at that time seemed to be good if it could save lives and people. The system thought about it and said, "You, the host, are too messy this time. Next time, can you discuss it with me first."

"Is it useful to discuss with you?"

"..." Woo.

Yan Yu found a pen, originally wanted to write something to help clear his mind, but ended up pinching it with two hands as hard as plaster for a long time, but he couldn't use any strength, so he had to give up.

She sat and waited for a while, the exhaustion after the serious injury gradually hit her, and after a while she unconsciously tilted her head and fell asleep.

Consciousness came back again because she smelled a certain familiar smell in her nose, Yan Yu thought she was dreaming, so she quickly shook her head to wake up.

Opening her eyes and shrugging her nose, she realized that it was not good, the smell of swamp gas seemed to really exist, and it was in this room.

Subconsciously, she remembered Yin Beiqing who had gone in and hadn't come out for a long time.

Lin Hegui asked her to recite a certain imperial art book before, as mentioned that the influence of the evil spirits of the world art department on the beastman does not stay on the surface. The longer a person is in the world art, the more affected they will be. Deep, the methane does not enter the body from the seven holes and the skin and dissociates in the blood, but silently blends into the victim's soul orb by infiltrating emotions. Reverse output.

The more she thought about it, the more disturbed she became, Yan Yu hurriedly stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Black swamp gas leaked from the closed door, which confirmed her guess even more.

"Qing'er, are you there?" Yan Yu knocked on the door.

No one answered, but the door lock opened automatically, Yan Yu hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door in, and the door behind him just stood still before it was locked back with a bang.

She was startled, and looked intently at Yin Beiqing in the center of the mist, only to see that her body was covered with ferocious scratches, and the blood overflowing from the wounds stained the water in the tub deep red.

Yan Yu called her name again uncertainly, Yin Beiqing turned her head slowly, and there were two very clear tears on the face with the red and blue beast marks growing wildly.

The tears gushing from Yin Beiqing's eyes fell into the bathtub drop by drop, more and more, faster and faster, but she still didn't say a word, crying silently, as if she was about to quietly drain the water in her body. Cry dry.

Yan Yu's pupils trembled at the scene in front of him, "You..."

"I saw my father."

The crying in her voice was not obvious, even a bit suppressed, but Yan Yu couldn't ignore that pretendingly cold face, a pair of clean and helpless eyes like a newborn baby.

Before Yan Yu could think of words of comfort, Yin Beiqing changed the subject, stared at her again and said, "I saw you too."

Yan Yu shook his head with a premonition, "Those are all fake, they don't represent anything."

"That's right, it's fake." Yin Beiqing's voice sounded a little empty, her eyes changed, her pupils shrank into a thin needle, "Fake...fake...all fake, so you are fake too !"