MTL - Male God’s Freestyle Flirting-Chapter 334 call for help

Qi Hui waited all night, but Han Yu didn't reply to his message.

He wasn't sure if the other party had received it, or if the boy just read it but didn't bother to reply. In other words, Han Yu might not believe his "reminder".

Qi Hui felt very uncomfortable, holding his mobile phone and stubbornly guarding it until three o'clock in the morning, and finally tilted his head and fell into the bed.

When I woke up in the morning, it was still dark outside. Qi Hui rubbed his temples, his head was swollen and sore, he narrowed his eyes and walked barefoot to the window.

Dense water droplets fell on the window, and the water droplets slid down the transparent glass little by little, gradually forming a line.

Qi replays the distance vision.

The torrential rain seems to want to overwhelm the whole city, and the water vapor rises from the ground level, covering the layers of high-rise buildings, hazy like a mirage.

Although Haicheng is a coastal area, there has never been such a heavy rain at the end of autumn in previous years, and the sky is gloomy and terribly dark.

Qi Hui opened the window, only opened a crack, and the cool wind took the opportunity to sneak in, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"This terrible weather..." Qi Hui muttered to himself, looking at the time, it was just after eight o'clock.

There is still no news of Han Yu on the phone.

They scratched their heads together, the more they scratched, the more depressed they became, and they walked out of the bedroom with their hands shaken.

Throughout the day, he subconsciously looked at his phone.

Even though he had set the message notification tone, he was still afraid that he would miss any reply.

But unfortunately, the news sent to Han Yu fell like a stone in the sea.

Qi Hui was aggrieved, and his temper became irritable. He quarreled with his parents three times in two days at home, and the last time was at dinner on Sunday. Because adolescent boys are stubborn and face-saving, Qi Hui is no exception, his face flushed from the quarrel, red veins burst out, his anger increased instead of diminished, he simply slapped the dining table, dropped the bowl and chopsticks, and slammed the door out.

Qi's father was so angry that he smashed the bowl in his hand at the step of his son who was about to step out of the house, and the ceramic fragments exploded instantly, like sparks flying around, which was shocking to watch. Fortunately, it's not summer now, and Qi Hui didn't wear shorts, otherwise, according to this posture, there would definitely be a few small cuts on his calves.

"The kid grows brains when he eats, and his temper grows like a bastard!" Qi's father yelled loudly, but at the end he still felt puzzled, ran to the door a few steps, and yelled at the corridor, "If you have the ability, go out and never come back!"

Qi Hui rushed into the dim dusk with a sullen face, without looking back.

He sat for a long time at the fitness equipment in the center of the community.

There was still a drizzle in the sky, and the cold wind blew away the burning energy of the anger, and the brain slowly woke up.

In fact, his parents did nothing wrong, but he was upset and couldn't find a way to vent his anger, so he vented his anger on the closest people. Qi Hui knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't dare to go on, drenched in water, and ran home cowardly.

His mother opened the door for him, glanced in the direction of the bedroom half helplessly and half worriedly, and said silently——Your dad is sulking alone.

Qi Hui sighed angrily, turned his head and inadvertently found that the mess from when he left was still on the ground. On the table, the food lost its temperature, as if no one had eaten it.

"Squeak—"

There was the sound of the door opening.

Qi Hui was startled, and looked up like a guilty conscience.

Father came out of the bedroom, his face as black as ink charcoal, without any expression.

Qi Hui was struggling with how to speak, and God "kindly" helped him.

The cell phone that was placed on the coffee table before eating rang.

The ringtone of Qi Hui's call has always been very cheerful, but the strange thing is that today he heard a trace of tension and anxiety inexplicably.

Seeing his father's face, Qi swallowed back his saliva, turned around and was about to answer the phone, but he couldn't resist a male voice full of air—

"You still know how to come back?"

Qi Hui gritted his teeth and laughed: "It's raining outside." After he finished speaking, he raised his arm, motioning his father to look at his wet clothes.

Qi's father laughed angrily, blew his beard and stared at him and scolded him: "What's wrong with the rain? Even if there is a knife in the sky, I think you dared to rush out just now with your neck straight."

"Okay, both of you, just say one less thing," Qi's mother scolded angrily, "Son, come on, help mom tidy up, don't be like your dad, hide in the room if things don't go your way, let go .”

The phone ringing just stopped.

Qi Hui obediently went to the dining table.

"Who let go of it?" Father Qi was dissatisfied, and came over with his chin raised.

The phone rang again.

Qi Hui frowned, glanced at his parents back and forth, and walked quickly to the coffee table.

Father Qi snorted coldly.

Qi Hui pretended not to hear, but when he lowered his head, he froze for an instant.

The name displayed on the screen was Han Yu.

And there are two reminders of missed calls, one was just half a minute ago, and the other is probably when I just went out by myself.

Qi Hui pursed his lips, and his heart suddenly beat uncomfortably.

After waiting for two days, Han Yu finally got a reply, but he didn't want to answer it all of a sudden.

"Hey?"

Qi Hui opened his mouth, trembling when he spoke a word.

"Come back!"

A shocking cry came from the other end of the phone, mixed with strong panic and helplessness.

Qi returned to his heart with a thump.

"Tang Xia?"

Opposite is Tang Xia's voice, that's right. But at this moment, the girl's tone was obviously crying.

"Qi Hui, why did you answer the phone!" Tang Xia sobbed, speaking intermittently, but still couldn't hide her urgency and panic, "Come and save Han Yu quickly, please, please..."

Qi back stiffened.

The environment on the girl's side was a bit noisy and chaotic, and occasionally a few muffled grunts and scolding could be heard.

"Qi Hui? Qi Hui, are you there?" Tang Xia didn't wait for a response, and she was crying anxiously while clutching her phone. "A lot of them said they were going to beat Han Yu, I—"

"Slap!"

"Beep beep—"

Qi Hui shook, and slowly took the palm away from the ear.

The conversation ended abruptly, and he stared at the phone, which was still on the screen, in a daze.

Tang Xia said, let me save Han Yu?

Qi Hui stood there blankly for five seconds, and after that, his blood rushed straight to his brain!

Oh shit!

He stuffed his phone into the pocket of his pajama pants, and without a word, he rushed towards the door in his slippers!

"Hey-"

As soon as Qi's mother turned her eyes, she saw that the boy's figure was about to disappear from her sight. Before she could finish her sentence, Qi Hui just said "Han Yu had an accident", and disappeared in the blink of an eye like a gust of wind.

Tang Xia didn't say the location on the phone, nor did she say how many people the other party had, but Qi Hui seemed very determined, and went straight to No. 1 Middle School.

Today is Sunday, Han Yu and Tang Xia have to go to school from home, the journey is short, if someone finds fault, only in the construction vacant lot behind the No. 1 Middle School will they not be found.

It was the place where Tan Xiao broke off his finger.

Qi Hui gritted his teeth, wishing that he had grown eight legs, so that he could get there immediately after running just a few steps.

Tang Xia should have been blown away by someone directly, which caused the call to be interrupted.

This shows that she is very dangerous now.

And Han Yu would not put Tang Xia in danger.

unless…

Unless he's already at his wits end.

Qi Hui's frown became tighter and tighter, but his running speed became faster and faster.

Regardless of whether the opponent is one person, ten people, or a hundred people, he will go there without hesitation!