A Guide to Breeding Sick and Crazy Dogs

Open the next book. Wen Xian was reborn. In his previous life, he was a legendary echo engineer in the EOC League, winning three consecutive world championships, but died unexpectedly at his peak. Only after his death did he find out that there was a young genius named Mu Shiyu who, in a corner he didn't know, had been obsessed with him for seven years and carved his name into his bones. When he opened his eyes again, Wen Xian returned to three years ago. In this life, Mu Shiyu was just a sixteen-year-old rookie playing in the city competition. He was frail and sickly, with a paranoia that did not suit his age in his eyes. Wen Xian decided to take the initiative to approach. Wen Xian wanted to save him, to protect him, to find out where the fire in his eyes came from, and to light the fire with his own hands so that it would not burn alone. 1. On the day they first met, Wen Xian saw the boy curled up on the ground due to an asthma attack, his fingers moving helplessly on his throat and chest, and his back soaked with cold sweat as he breathed. There is a photo on the corner of the table. It was Wen Xian. One year, he stood on the podium. The corners of the photo are frayed and have obviously been touched numerous times. Mu Shiyu held his wrist with great strength, his breath was broken, his eyes were red, but he stared at him unblinkingly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in the next second. Wen Xian lowered his head, put the inhaler against his lips, and whispered, "Breathe in, take your time." Later, Wen Xian learned that this was their reunion after a long absence. Mu Shiyu has been waiting for this moment for three full years. From the end of the last life to the first meeting in this life, he endured all the longings into reunion. 2. Mu Shiyu was so well-behaved in the team that he didn't say a word even when he had a stomachache during training. His face was as white as paper, but he still refused to leave the training table and would only take the medicine given by Wen Xian. Until the night when he won the city championship, he looked directly at Wen Xian in front of the camera and said that he is my only light. The whole audience was excited, but Mu Shiyu only stared at Wen Xian, with secret satisfaction in his eyes. That night, Wen Xian found a whole wall of newspaper clippings and photos in his room. There are tiny writings underneath some of the photos. [You win. ] [I really want to see you. ] [As expected, you will get to know me today. ] Compared with the adoration of fans, it is more like a longing that goes deep into the bone marrow and transcends death. 3. Under the high pressure of the professional league, Mu Shiyu's body frequently flashed red lights: he had an asthma attack during the game, he was hospitalized for gastric bleeding after the game, the liquid in the IV bottle was dripping, and he frowned even as he fell asleep. In a coma, Mu Shiyu held Wen Xian's hand and whispered, "Don't leave." "I came back before you." He dreamed of piecing together a cruel truth. He self-destructed countless training sessions, died of illness, and read Wen Xian's name on the empty podium. Mu Shiyu in this life is a wreck that crawled back from a long period of decay, but he still chooses to return to this world with Wen Xian, even if he is hurt. Wen Xian's eyes were red and she asked him why he was so desperate. The boy's voice was hoarse, "Because I lost you once, brother." So, even if it hurts this time, I will catch you. 4. In the World Championship finals, their opponent was the team that Wen Xian had formed a friendship with in the previous life. Mu Shiyu finished the last game under the double attack of asthma and stomachache, almost self-destructing to pave a perfect memory recall channel for Wen Xian. The moment he won the championship, Mu Shiyu fell into Wen Xian's arms, unconscious and still saying: "Brother... I will protect you this time." Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but he smiled with peace of mind. Wen Xian lowered her head and kissed his forehead in front of the camera, silently but piously, which was worth a thousand words. Later, Mu Shiyu would occasionally wake up from nightmares, and Wen Xian would hold his hand and say softly, "I'm here, you haven't lost it." The bloody past in the dream was soothed by whispers. You didn't lose me. Sick, weak, mad dog attacks × gentleness, alienation, suffering Mu Shiyu (attack) × Wen Xian (receive) Purpose: redemption