"It's only been a few days, and they've already changed people?"
The club trembled and reached Zhou Shu's chest. Lu Yuchuan leaned closer, his eyes were scarlet, and an unbelievable tear fell down his body.
A week ago, thousands of people were celebrating, and ribbons were falling like rain. The two stood side by side on the podium, their eyes entangled with love. At that moment, he even thought that this was their big day.
Within a few days, new people arrived, one after another.
Zhou Shu looked at the young man who was close at hand, and an almost cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I said that there is only room for trophies or people holding trophies."
Lu Yuchuan pressed the club tighter, and he could even feel Zhou Shu's heart beating strongly, "I will win every game from now on until you lose to me."
"I am on the throne, and you are next."
Seeing the young man turn away with hatred, Zhou Shu did not move. He held the club that was so hot in his hands and sunk deeply into the sofa, his eyes turning red.
"But you are also mine."
It's a pity that Lu Yuchuan didn't hear a word of the second half of the sentence, and he may never know it in this life.
Purpose: To love each other in the name of killing each other, achieve mutual success in the game, and reach the peak together.