White walls, black sky.

The young man with black hair and black eyes sat on the seat and looked quietly at the sky outside the window.

Three days have passed since he was taken away from the set and brought here.

After all, he has been my favorite star since childhood. A female police officer couldn't bear it and poured a glass of water from the water dispenser.

Just when I was about to carry it over, I was stopped by someone.

"Don't get into trouble," the male police officer said.

The female police officer could only put down the water glass and go back.

It only takes a few days and a few words to go from being a favorite of heaven to being shunned by everyone.

A familiar person entered the room with familiar footsteps. Yu Rongshi lowered his head and looked at his white fingers.

"I have repeated my answer many times." He said as if he was tired of it. "If there are too many, please ask my lawyer."

"Relax, Xiao Yu." The old police officer surnamed Zheng said, changing his posture to sit down easily, "Let's not ask questions today, just chat. How about it? After all, I have watched you grow up.

of."

Yu Rongshi said: "Okay."

"Actually, I don't quite believe what they said." Officer Zheng said, "They said that you bumped into Xie Ziyu when you were at your peak. You have been the pride of heaven since you were a child and you can't stand failure. You are motivated by victory.

I falsely accused him out of spite and jealousy..."

Yu Rong didn't even move his fingers.

"But I know it's not for this reason. You seem to do everything well, but in fact you lack the winning mentality 'for yourself' more than anyone else." Lao Zheng took a sip of water, "Do you remember something from your childhood?

What's the matter?"

"Officer Zheng, it's not good to talk to the person under investigation about personal matters," Yu Rongshi said.

Lao Zheng was not disturbed: "You were in middle school at that time, right? You were in the same grade as my daughter. You and your brother Yu Qichen were in the same school, playing table tennis. He was a little younger than you. The first place in the table tennis competition would represent the school.

If you participate in the competition, you will also have a chance to get a spot recommended by the principal... Of course, children at that age will not think so much. Being first is bringing glory to the school, and the honor list is more attractive than a spot, right?"

"..."

"I remember you were always number one in the school team at that time, right? How long you stayed there, how many people challenged you."

Because everyone wants to be the pride of the school and teachers.

The names played on the radio, the students who were always read at the flag-raising ceremony, the heroes who were cheered by everyone when they represented the school in the war. The genius boy with slender calves in sportswear in the corridor. The boy walked down the long aisle carrying a racket.

The gymnasium is very big, and the sound of the collision of table tennis and rackets always echoes through the walls. The laughter in the stadium is brisk, but the boy's steps are getting slower and slower, as if he doesn't want to get close there.

Finally, he stopped.

He heard all the laughter stop suddenly after he arrived. All the young people's eyes looked at him, and there was silence, as usual.

His name still remains at the top of the venue's honor list. The table tennis ball was not caught by the racket and bounced twice on the ground before stopping.

"Borrow it for a moment," someone said.

The boy in red sportswear passed him by. The talented boy caught his eye as he lowered his body to pick up the ball.

A look full of hostility, wanting to defeat him.

——Exactly the same way all the teenagers looked at him at the moment.

…

‘Don’t say you don’t want to play. Are you kidding me? You are the pride of the school. They even scored points in the district competition. You are also the pride of the teacher.’

'You are number one, it's normal for someone to want to beat you! You just need to be stronger than them, you are already stronger than them.'

'Hey, hey, I'm talking about you, I'm talking about you! Why don't you learn from Yu Rongshi?...Is it that difficult? Yu Rongshi can do it, why can't you? Take a good look at how Yu Rongshi fights.'

'They are not as good as you, and they are not worthy of being your friends. Socializing with them will only waste time. Come and fight the teacher, you have to become stronger.'

Stronger is how strong it is.

How strong does it have to be before it's over?

…

Yu Rongshi said: "I don't remember."

"My daughter was still talking about you when she and her husband went home for dinner last time." Lao Zheng continued, "In six years of middle school, I won five consecutive championships. Every year, I beat everyone, including your brother, except for the last one.

One year.”

"That year, the boy from the school next door who was in the same grade as you cried because it was also his last year. From the first year of middle school to the last year of middle school, he never surpassed you -

No one knew he had asthma. He had an asthma attack."

His face turned purple from holding himself back, and he fainted.

He was put into an ambulance in the midst of the chaos.

The talented boy stood on one side of the table tennis table. One side was crowded with people, and the other side was empty. He stared blankly at the noisy crowd, with sweat dripping from the bright red racket surface.

It also looks like an executioner's blade dripping with coagulated blood.

"...As a result, in the next game, which was also the last game, you lost to your brother because of an extremely low-level mistake."

Cheers, applause, boos.

An hour after the game ended, the talented boy left the empty stadium.

He put the school team clothes into his schoolbag. Wearing an ordinary school uniform, he ran faster and faster under the sunset. The sunlight outlined the edges of his clothes, like a sparkling new beginning.

Finally he caught up with his brother.

But his brother didn't wait for him.

The younger brother turned his head, his eyes still stained with tears from when he was beaten during the intermission.

——There is a hostility and disgust that is deeper than ever.

'Why do you do this?! Pity me? To disgust me?!'

'From childhood to adulthood, studying, table tennis, calligraphy, painting,...all paths, all directions, you have been blocking me! Why do you need to exist?'

'I wish I didn't have you as my brother!'

'I hate you the most...They hate you too. You are so smart, can't you see it?'

Can't you see it?

You can tell.

"Get out!!"

…

"That's enough, Officer Zheng."

Yu Rongshi's eyes had never been so dark, and his voice was as cold as ice: "The police invited me here to talk about my personal affairs? If that's the case, I suggest you invite a few weekly gossip reporters

Come here and help you subsidize my three meals a day these days."

Starting to get venomous.

Officer Zheng's figure swayed in front of his eyes: "You are making excuses for yourself and avoiding competition. Because the teacher's class needs it, you play table tennis. Because your brother hates it, you don't play table tennis. Because the Yu family hopes that,

You go to college. Because the resources of the Yu family will bring better results to the same person, so you go to the entertainment industry and leave your career to your younger brother - does it hurt you to say this? "

Yu Rongshi's finger joints were turned white from being scratched.

"Do you feel pain because you actually did it, or do you feel pain because you feel like you don't deserve the 'acknowledgement' of this 'giving' and 'dedication'? It's like a kind of impostor syndrome.

?”

In the past, were you sincere when you hunted "male protagonists"? Or were you still unable to escape the guilt and shackles of a human life weighing heavily on your shoulders? Are you glad that you hunted "male protagonists" and never received punishment from heaven?

Yu Rongshi suddenly laughed twice strangely.

The shaking image stopped. Yu Rong thought that the two paragraphs "Old Zheng" just said were indeed hallucinations.

Lao Zheng was still sitting there, and he said: "I'm very sorry if it reminds you of bad things. But Rong Shi, I really want to help you - if you haven't done anything bad, you are a good boy.

"

Someone said something outside the room. Old Zheng stood up and said to Yu Rongshi, "Your family is here."

The corridor was not long, and Yu Rongshi walked in the eyes of everyone. He turned a deaf ear to it.

Finally, he saw Yu Qichen.

Within a few days, the dark circles under Yu Qichen's eyes had become heavier. He didn't shave or comb his hair.

This is very rare for him with turtle hair.

Yu Rongshi got excited when she saw him: "How is Lanhua doing?"

"It's not good. I bite people every day... I'm still in the mood to joke at this time." Yu Qichen was speechless.

When he quickly warned Yu Rong, he showed him many documents, the core content of which was to ask him to "say nothing" in them. Finally, he made it clear: "The forces behind Blue Light are very powerful, and they are working hard to get you to
To be continued...