Qin Huachang asked at that moment, "Do you have any water?"
Wang Chao handed him a bottle of mineral water.
But Qin Huachang twisted it twice and still could not open it. Wang Chao took one look and saw that Old Qin's hand was actually trembling a little.
"Are you all right?" Wang Chao was startled. "This is an internal match. Why are you getting so worked up?"
Qin Huachang had lost the swagger he had started with. He handed the mineral water to Wang Chao, signaling for him to help, then patted his dark face, which was faintly flushed, and shook his head with a bitter smile. "What the hell is this... I kept reminding myself to relax, but as I watched, I got absorbed before I knew it."
By then, the cap had already been opened. Qin Huachang took two drinks, poured some water into his palm, rubbed his hands wet, and slapped it haphazardly onto his face. Then he closed his eyes, leaned back against the chair, and sat quietly for a long time. Only when the commentary announced the start of the fifth game did he open his eyes again.
At that moment, Wang Chao saw Qin Huachang's vulnerable side.
Old Qin was old, after all, and not in good health. He had been causing all sorts of trouble in Liancheng City these past few days, constantly on edge, and Sister Fan had even whipped him once. In truth, his energy had been badly drained.
If his body had not been unable to take it, he would not have lost control of his emotions while watching a match that had little to do with him.
Looking closer, there were streaks of gray at the ends of Qin Huachang's hair. He must have had quite a few