Widowed Bot Lane [eSports]

Just as expected, when Xiao Zeyang and Mao Weikun played in the second qualifying match, Shen Zheng finally carried Qin Dong and Guan Peng in by their ears. The two grinned in pain. His face turned red.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep all day long!"

Shen Zheng's unrelenting voice reached Xiao Zeyang's ears through the earphones, with some accents from their hometown mixed in, which made Xiao Zeyang want to laugh after hearing it.

But he definitely couldn't really laugh, otherwise Shen Zheng and him would solve it on the spot.

"Look and see, see for yourself! Both Xiao Zeyang and Mao Weikun have been up for a long time, and the pigs got up earlier than you two!"

"?????"

No, why does this sound a bit weird.

After making arrangements for Guan Peng and Mao Weikun, Shen Zhengcai left. Xiao Zeyang nestled in the corner and silently let out a long sigh of relief facing the computer.

It seems that Shen Zheng has completely forgotten about what he and Jing Fan went out to eat just now.

so far so good.

"Did you see it?" Mao Weikun looked at Shen Zhengyuan's direction, covered his mouth and muttered in a low voice, "This is the thoughtful and warm men's wake-up service specially prepared by our club for the youth training players."

"It's so fucking caring..." Qin Dong lay face down on the table, and let out a half-dead wail, "I'm so warm."

"Hurry up and get up, Shen Zheng will come over and see you lying on your stomach in a while, and you will be arguing again." Xiao Zeyang said to Qin Dong who was lying on the table sideways.

Because Qin Dong's seat was next to Xiao Zeyang's, it was very convenient for the two of them to talk.

"Get up—no—come—ah—" Qin Dong stretched out his hand and slapped the table heavily, looking up desperately, "Little sheep, do you know what I went through yesterday?"

"what happened?"

To be honest, Xiao Zeyang really wants to move the camera in his live broadcast room directly to Qin Dong's face full of vicissitudes and sadness, and match it with a hairstyle like a chicken coop, so that the audience can feel what it means to be full of vitality one day...

"Let me tell you, I watched a Korean horror movie yesterday, and I was so scared that I didn't fall asleep until four o'clock..." Qin Dong said while trying to sit up, leaning on the back of the chair and tilting his head, Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned his head to Xiao Zeyang and pointed at him, "By the way, I heard that you came back at two or three o'clock in the morning, little sheep..."

"what……"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zeyang responded with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry to disturb you."

"That's not true. In fact, I just wanted to ask if you were looking for a girlfriend behind our backs, and you were able to play until so late...Young man has good physical strength."

"Hey, you are talking nonsense about my live broadcast." Xiao Zeyang knew that Qin Dong couldn't chat seriously, frowned and kicked Qin Dong's calf, "Shen Zheng should scold you if you get a title."

"Look, look, I'm still shy," Qin Dong smirked, but couldn't hold back his yawn before laughing enough, "Hey, I'm so fucking sleepy that I can't find the north."

"You don't need to look for Bei to play games," Xiao Zeyang clicked his tongue, "Hey, you said you were scared after watching a horror movie yesterday? How did you do it?"

"Then?"

As soon as Xiao Zeyang finished asking, Guan Peng immediately picked up the quarrel, which shows how long he has been spying on the side.

Originally, Guan Peng was also lying on the table at the beginning, so sleepy and sleepy, even more exaggerated than Qin Dong, but for some reason, this question Xiao Zeyan asked suddenly made him excited.

And it's still the kind of excitement that the eyes can't wait to shine.

"Then this bastard bastard knocked on my door with a big face!"

"..." Xiao Zeyang turned his head and looked at Qin Dong speechlessly, feeling that this was indeed something Qin Dong could do, "Beast, you... just let Guan Peng not fall asleep all night?"

"Hey little sheep, I'm a little shy when you say that," Qin Dong looked at Xiao Zeyang, and slightly squeezed out a Shar-Pei-like smile on his face full of exhaustion and wickedness, "Why am I tossing?" Guan Peng didn't fall asleep all night... I don't have such good physical strength, and you, little sheep, have to know that I already have you in my heart, so I can't mess around with others, don't talk nonsense."

"Let me tell you, Qin Dong, that you don't want to be a duck, it's a fucking pity!" Guan Peng gritted his teeth and said, feeling that Qin Dong was about to roll his eyes angrily.

"Hey, you see you are still stirring up the flames here," Qin Dong waved his hands, "Your words make people think that something happened between us two yesterday."

"I'll put the words here for you, Qin Dong," Mao Weikun, who had been sitting quietly by the side, finally spoke. He pointed to the computer with a serious expression on his face: "I'll broadcast live in a while." If you get blocked because of your flirty words, I will let the little sheep wear a bikini to sing and dance the seaweed dance in your live broadcast room in the next second, and neither of us will make it easier for the other!"

Xiao Zeyang: "???? Hello??"

****

When it was almost 03:30 in the afternoon, Xiao Zeyang hurriedly started broadcasting.

I made an appointment with Jing Fan at the Internet cafe on South Street at five o'clock, so I can get something to eat on the way out early at this moment.

As he was thinking about where to eat while walking outside, Xiao Zeyang suddenly saw Shen Zheng walking this way.

I screamed in my heart that it was not good, but on the surface, I still maintained the same calmness as before.

"Going out again?" Walking to Xiao Zeyang's side, Shen Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked him.

"En." Xiao Zeyang nodded, guiltyly pushed his glasses with his index knuckles, and moved his gaze out of the window.

"He Jingfan again?"

"Um……"

"Does He Weiming know?"

Because Xiao Zeyang was only 16 years old when he first came to the MAG youth training department, Shen Zheng once solemnly assured the parents of these few people that he would be responsible for these children and be a father. mom.

So two full years have passed, and Shen Zheng has become more and more familiar with and proficient in the setting of being both a father and a mother.

Xiao Zeyang looked at He Weiming, thought of what Jing Fan had said to him before, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head obediently: "I don't know."

"Then what exactly are you two going to do?" Shen Zheng tilted his head with a puzzled expression on his face, "It's like playing an underground affair."

"no!"

For some reason, Xiao Zeyang suddenly felt that the three words "underground love" that came from Shen Zheng's mouth were extremely harsh, so the tone of his rebuttal became stronger.

"I know not. For example, why are you so excited..." Shen Zheng was also confused by Xiao Zeyang's reaction.

"..." Xiao Zeyang was speechless.

Shen Zheng blinked, stared at Xiao Zeyang's face for a while and said, "Then you come back early, and if it's as late as yesterday, I should call your mother."

"Okay." Xiao Zeyang nodded.

"and also."

Xiao Zeyang just wanted to leave after agreeing to Shen Zheng, but he heard Shen Zheng behind him suddenly say something, so he had no choice but to turn around again and pretend to listen to Shen Zheng's orders seriously.

"If Zeyang, you are really planning something with Jing Fan, you'd better let me know..."

For some reason, Shen Zheng's expression at this time turned out to be somewhat different from before.

Although Shen Zheng had always given people a very irritable and severe image before, but he was not as serious and solemn as he is now.

This subtle but significant change made Xiao Zeyang feel a little uncomfortable.

Or not because of his expression, but because of the discomfort caused by what he said.

"Although Jing Fan has a lot of resources and traffic in his hands, Xiao Zeyang, you have to remember that I know you better than him."

This seemed to be one of the few times Xiao Zeyang saw Shen Zheng talking to him so earnestly.

How should I put it, I feel a little surprised, but more sad.

Xiao Zeyang was so sad that he almost couldn't hold back and wanted to tell the whole story about Kong Yan directly.

Fortunately, Xiao Zeyang is not such an impulsive person, he was able to endure it in the end...

He nodded obediently at Shen Zheng: "I know."

Shen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left without saying anything.

****

Although Xiao Zeyang persisted until the end and did not explain anything to Shen Zheng, in fact, to a certain extent, what Xiao Zeyang said just now indirectly admitted that he was indeed planning something with Jing Fan.

Xiao Zeyang believed in his heart that Shen Zhenghui believed that he was not doing anything bad for the team, and that was indeed the case, but the uneasy feeling of guilt made him a little uncomfortable.

****

When Xiao Zeyang arrived at the Internet cafe that he had agreed with Jing Fan, it happened to be [-]:[-] in the afternoon, because Xiao Zeyang was afraid that he would be late for eating out, so he bought two pineapple buns at the cake shop on the road and prepared to eat at the Internet cafe later. He also specially brought four egg tarts, two blueberry ones and two plain ones to Jing Fan, as a thank you.

After all, Xiao Zeyang is still a poor kid at the bottom of the club, so it is really difficult for him to take out something valuable to thank Jing Fan...

But it's still okay to have a hot pot meal after the salary is paid.

Jing Fan came here on foot. Xiao Zeyang was sitting on a seat outside the Internet cafe when he saw a tall, thin boy wearing a white shirt and dark jeans, wearing sunglasses and a hat, walking over from a distance.

Xiao Zeyang took advantage of the situation and stood up.

When Jing Fan walked up to Xiao Zeyang, he pinched the legs of his sunglasses and slightly moved the sunglasses down from the bridge of his nose, exposing his eyes to look at Xiao Zeyang, and lowered his voice: "Beauty, did you leave a phone call?"

"No," Xiao Zeyang raised his eyebrows, "If you don't know me well, just ask me for a call..."

While saying this, Xiao Zeyang raised his eyes subconsciously, and happened to meet Jing Fan's slender eyes that were looking at him at that time.

Although Jing Fan was smiling, Xiao Zeyang could clearly feel the sense of distance that cannot be described in words.

The sense of distance reminds them that the two of them are not from the same world.

Jing Fan obviously didn't notice this, the low voice still echoed in Xiao Zeyang's ears, making Xiao Zeyang feel his ears were itchy as if he had been brushed with a feather a few times.

"It doesn't matter if you don't give me the phone number, how about you lend me 20 yuan to go online, and I'll teach you how to play League of Legends..."

"..."

Xiao Zeyang looked at Jing Fan. The distance between the two of them was very close. Jing Fan's strong aura seemed to envelop Xiao Zeyang, causing Xiao Zeyang's heartbeat to suddenly speed up.

The corners of his slightly raised mouth, the exposed beautiful collarbone, and the slender fingers holding the temples of the glasses...

Xiao Zeyang never knew that he could observe a person so carefully, but it was precisely because of this that the panic from the inside out made him feel at a loss.

Xiao Zeyang took a sudden step back, looked at Jing Fan, his round eyes were full of unknown panic.

"In the future... can you stop doing this..."

"What's wrong?" Jing Fan tilted his head.

For Xiao Zeyang, this simple question seemed to have the effect of waking up the dreamer...

That's right, what happened to Jing Fan?

Obviously didn't do anything... just made a joke...

Compared with Qin Dong, Mao Weikun and the others' jokes this afternoon... what is this?

Thinking of this, Xiao Zeyang suddenly felt even more panicked.

"No..." Xiao Zeyang replied in embarrassment, turning his head away, "Put on your sunglasses, it's easy to be recognized around the Internet cafe..."

This is the truth. After all, Jing Fan has just led MAG to win the MSI Mid-Season Invitational Championship, and the popularity is booming. Can't get in.

Jing Fan smiled slightly at Xiao Zeyang, and stretched out his hand to push down the brim of his hat.

"Let's go."

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