Widowed Bot Lane [eSports]

Xiao Zeyang once had such a daydream.

I dreamed that one day I finally became an official member of MAG, and I was very honored to be on the starting lineup. After becoming famous in World War I, I gained many enthusiastic female fans, and even many female fans came to the club and He confesses.

But strictly speaking, this matter can no longer be regarded as a real daydream for the current Xiao Zeyang. After all, the first two goals are about to be realized by Xiao Zeyang, but he never expected that the The first confession received after the team was not from an enthusiastic female fan, but from Jing Fan.

Really, even if Xiao Zeyang's head is screwed off with a screwdriver and filled with twenty tons of melatonin and then put back on An's neck, Xiao Zeyang still can't imagine such a plot development.

Because for Xiao Zeyang, this incident was not so much outrageous as it was too weird.

He didn't even know when Jing Fan started to have such feelings for him.

Maybe it started when Jing Fan told him that night that he actually likes men too, maybe it was one or several inadvertent moments earlier, Xiao Zeyang didn't know it at all.

But what Xiao Zeyang can understand is that maybe there is no specific logic or trace to Jing Fan's feelings, so he can't blame him for not noticing it.

To exaggerate, maybe even Jing Fan didn't notice it at the beginning, but when he did, his lips had already landed on the other party's face.

This feeling is like the time when Xiao Zeyang first fell in love with Li Xiaoru. In fact, he just thought that the girl with her ponytail sitting on the playground singing was very pretty, like a painting. It is no exaggeration to say that Xiao Zeyang even He didn't know what Li Xiaoru's name was, which class he was in, and only the instinct of a visual animal invaded his brain.

So if we combine this matter with an objective point of view to comment on the current matter, Jing Fan's relationship may be much more solid than his own.

Xiao Zeyang looked at Jing Fan and didn't have anything to answer him.

Perhaps it is also because there is no way to answer this question at all, saying that it can be said that it can't be said is a pit, blocked at both ends.

"Jing Fan," Xiao Zeyang finally said after his mood stabilized a little, "You should know that I don't like boys."

Now Xiao Zeyang just feels very lucky that he told Jing Fan about the things with Li Xiaoru before, so now it is not considered unfounded.

"resemble……"

"Actually, I'm very grateful that you can tell me Jing Fan about this." Xiao Zeyang didn't let Jing Fan continue talking. To be honest, he was a little flustered in his heart. The strong illusion of agreeing directly to Jing Fan on impulse. , "Because if you have been keeping this matter from me and still have this attitude towards me, I may not be able to figure out why for the rest of my life, but now you tell me that at least I can slowly think about how to face you... How can we handle it so that we both feel comfortable."

"I also admit that I have changed a lot about you after joining the team. The feeling I have for you is completely different from before joining the team," Xiao Zeyang continued, "But Jing Fan, we are teammates now, aren't we..."

Xiao Zeyang knew that what he said didn't have any logic at all, whether he was a teammate or whether he liked it were two completely different concepts, but there was no way, his mind was so empty that he couldn't find any other words to respond to the scene. Fantastic.

Perhaps it is time to simply say "Impossible Jing Fan, don't think about it, it is impossible between us, because I don't like boys."

But Xiao Zeyang couldn't utter a word, all the words seemed to slide down his throat uncontrollably little by little, and finally buried in his stomach.

The surrounding air was filled with a trace of wet coolness, through the thin mist and faint moonlight, Xiao Zeyang could see Jing Fan's expression.

He also gradually began to perceive from the bottom of his heart, what kind of magic power was behind this face that was touted by the media so much that he wished he could fascinate all living beings.

An irresistible magic.

Said that if possible, Xiao Zeyang even wanted to step forward and hug Jing Fan two steps, put his chin on his shoulder and lay next to his ear and said, "Why don't you try harder, maybe I will agree. Woolen cloth?"

I fuck.

Neuropathy.

Xiao Zeyang quickly shook his head.

But then again, this time Jing Fan was very honest, he didn't touch Xiao Zeyang, and the two kept a relatively safe distance.

"Jin Daxian is looking for you, hurry up and call back." Xiao Zeyang sniffed and looked at Jing Fan, "I have to go back first..."

"I send you."

"No need." Xiao Zeyang turned around and looked at Jing Fan, smiling a little reluctantly, "The opening ceremony will be in two days, you have to adjust yourself, no matter how you say it, it's a representative."

Xiao Zeyang knows that Jing Fan is not a person who is good at stalking, as long as he refuses this time, he will definitely not forcefully ask for anything.

Sure enough, Jing Fan didn't insist anymore and told Xiao Zeyang to leave.

Xiao Zeyang has already stayed at the headquarters for two nights, and since today is over early, he can go back to the youth training department to meet Shen Zheng and the like.

Moreover, two days had passed, and Shen Zheng probably had a lot to ask Xiao Zeyang, which might be one of the reasons why Jing Fan didn't force Xiao Zeyang to stay.

****

Xiao Zeyang walked all the way back to the youth training department. He wanted to quietly go back to his room to rest, but suddenly saw that the light in Shen Zheng's office was still on.

So Xiao Zeyang hurried over and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Shen Zheng's voice was a little tired and a little lazy, but it's true, it's no wonder that he can be energetic after not sleeping in the middle of the night.

"Brother, you haven't left yet?"

Xiao Zeyang walked into the office and smiled at Shen Zheng.

"Where are you going?" Shen Zheng raised his eyes.

This time, because there was no door, Xiao Zeyang realized that something was wrong with Shen Zheng's tone, and when he looked to the side, there was a bottle of red wine standing there.

drink again.

Xiao Zeyang couldn't help but sighed.

Originally, I didn't hold much alcohol, so I had to drink.

"Brother, if you want to sleep in the office, I'll find you a quilt and stretch out the sofa for you." Xiao Zeyang saw that Shen Zheng wasn't too drunk now, so he hurriedly discussed with him, so that he wouldn't be carried away if he was drunk for a while. Do not move.

"You—" Shen Zheng raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Zeyang, and made a long sound, "You just came back from the headquarters?"

"Yes," Xiao Zeyang went to the side and poured a glass of water for Shen Zheng and put it on the table. "I have a lot of training recently, so I didn't come back because it was too late two days ago."

"Is He Weiming over there?"

...Oh, it turns out that Shen Zheng is not concerned about what I am busy with when I haven't come back these days.

Xiao Zeyang rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "Coach He...wasn't there just now."

"What didn't he train with you?"

"...Gao Yuqi took me."

Speaking of this, Xiao Zeyang suddenly remembered the incident that Gao Yuqi told him in front of the gate just now that He Weiming and Zhao Wenyan went out alone at night, and his mood became tense in an instant.

"You have a good time with a few of them?"

"Ah."

Oh, that's more than just "very good"...

To be honest, Xiao Zeyang didn't intend to let Shen Zheng know about his and Jing Fan's affairs at all, the stricter the concealment, the better.

"Okay, you can go back to your room," Shen Zheng waved his hand, "We will be at the opening ceremony soon, so I won't drag you to drink with me."

In fact, Xiao Zeyang knew that Shen Zheng hadn't planned to drag him to drink with him at first. If he really had this idea, let alone the opening ceremony in a few days, even if a comet hits the earth tomorrow, he should pull him as much as he should.

Xiao Zeyang nodded with interest, opened the door and left.

****

Shen Zheng sat alone on the seat with his head tilted, listening to the sound of Xiao Zeyan's footsteps gradually going away, he stayed there silently for a while, and was just about to pick up the wine glass when he suddenly saw A text message came to the phone.

- I'm here, you come down.

It was He Weiming who sent it.

At that moment, Shen Zheng's eyes lit up wishing he could, he stood up and wanted to rush down quickly, but his steps became a little wobbly due to the effect of alcohol.

After struggling all the way to the elevator entrance, he took the elevator downstairs and saw He Weiming waiting for him outside the building.

The corners of the drooping mouth instantly rose uncontrollably.

But He Weiming's attitude was much worse.

Seeing Shen Zheng walking towards him, He Weiming frowned first, and then said impatiently: "What do you want me to do?"

"I miss you……"

As Shen Zheng said, he stretched out his hand and wanted to hug He Weiming, but He Weiming turned sideways and avoided it without hesitation.

"I never told you not to go to the headquarters to find me in the future."

He Weiming's questioning continued, but in the end all he got was Shen Zheng's playful smile.

"I didn't look for you, I just casually asked the doorman, Old Qi, if you were there..."

As Shen Zheng said, he stretched out his hand to hug He Weiming's waist. He Weiming wanted to hide, but when he realized that Shen Zheng was already staggering when he was walking, he had no choice but to let him put himself on the ground first. Hug it, at least it won't fall.

"Ming'er, what did you do..."

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." He Weiming pushed his glasses, and didn't intend to answer Shen Zheng's question.

"No, I want to know."

Shen Zheng rested his chin on He Weiming's thin shoulders, and shook it lightly as a reminder...but it was more like coquetry.

"Let's talk about investment." He Weiming pushed down his glasses. He really didn't want to talk nonsense with a drunk in the middle of the night, so he had no choice but to answer, "I don't have as much time as you."

Despite the obvious impatience in his tone, He Weiming still heard Shen Zheng laughing.

"Minger,"

"Say."

"You feel better and better..."

As Shen Zheng was speaking, a hand suddenly began to move down from He Weiming's back dishonestly.

He Weiming was taken aback, and quickly reached out to push Shen Zheng away, but found that Shen Zheng's hug was really tight.

He Weiming struggled vigorously, and when he was about to break free, his eyes suddenly fell on a silver pendant on Shen Zheng's neck.

It was a silver ring.

It was He Weiming who secretly put it in the 500 yuan gift red envelope given to Shen Zheng on the day of Shen Zheng's wedding...

It's just that after sending it out, Shen Zheng never mentioned it, and He Weiming didn't ask about it, as if the matter was just left by him and the two of them in a tacit understanding.

But today, this ring appeared on Shen Zheng's neck.

Shen Zheng is a person who doesn't particularly like wearing accessories. In his own words, he just finds them cumbersome.

But he didn't expect this ring to be strung up by a chain on his body.

He Weiming was stunned for a moment.

Slowly moved his gaze away from Shen Zheng's neck, raised his head to look at Shen Zheng, but unexpectedly Shen Zheng's lips were already pressed against it.

Hot, with a hint of red wine.

He Weiming's eyes widened, and he wanted to struggle angrily, but Shen Zheng's arm seemed to be like a vine with barbs, the more he struggled, the tighter he hugged him.

getting tighter...

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