Widowed Bot Lane [eSports]

Chapter 80 080

For what Jing Fan said, Xiao Zeyang did not make any special response, nor did he reject it at all.

It's just that the blushing was so intense that the heartbeat also accelerated somewhat uncontrollably. In order not to let Jing Fan notice this, Xiao Zeyang hurriedly replied a few words and then hung up the phone.

But despite this, Xiao Zeyang could still clearly feel that the anxiety that was aroused by Jin Qianchi in his heart before this, slowly dissipated the moment Jing Fan's voice appeared.

The words that Jin Qianchi asked himself before slowly echoed in his ears.

"Do you like Jing Fan?"

……

Like it?

Feeling the conscience, I should like it.

This feeling of being driven by Jing Fan's every frown and smile almost every day, if not liking, what else could it be?

Until now, Xiao Zeyang still clearly remembers that when Jin Qianchi mentioned that he molested Jing Fan in the car, Xiao Zeyang felt as if he was hit hard by a big rock, wishing he could not even breathe smoothly .

Even though Jin Qianchi explained very seriously in the end that he just touched his leg, Xiao Zeyang still felt a little queasy in his heart.

Or, maybe what Xiao Zeyang really cares about is not touching his legs, but something else... For example, what Jin Qianchi said at the end, Jing Fan may suddenly fall in love with others one day.

Having said that, it is possible, and very likely.

Xiao Zeyang didn't know how he could let Jing Fan keep guarding him like this. One day he would feel disgusted. It was only a matter of time.

What's more, even though Jin Qianchi tried his best not to reveal his true emotions during the conversation just now, Xiao Zeyang knew that Jin Qianchi's "jealousy" came from his heart and his true feelings.

Xiao Zeyang is very grateful to Jinqianchi that he didn't hold grudges against himself because of this incident, and didn't make the relationship between the two of them embarrassing.

Although logically speaking, there was nothing wrong with him.

But who can really tell about this kind of thing?

****

Early the next morning, Xiao Zeyang got out of bed before nine o'clock.

Although he knew that today was just a pre-match rehearsal without any official competition tasks, but to be honest, Xiao Zeyang's nervous palms were already sweating.

The venue of the competition is Yinsheng Square, not too far from the Fengbei District where the MAG club is located. If there is no traffic jam, it will take about an hour to arrive.

Of course, the so-called "not too far away" can only be said to be relative, because compared with those competition venues that need to cross cities, provinces or even countries, the friendliness is not even one star.

The venue for this competition was built the year before last, and I heard that MAG still has a 5.00% stake in it.

When Xiao Zeyang was still in the youth training department, the club's top management would always organize some outstanding youth students to watch and learn from the game during the spring and summer games, and Xiao Zeyang was a member of the study team at that time.

But this time, when Xiao Zeyang came here again, his identity and purpose became completely different.

It also became more involved.

This time there were a total of twelve teams coming to the venue for rehearsal. As soon as the MAG bus entered the main entrance of the square, a tense and lively atmosphere rushed over us.

At least that's how Xiao Zeyang felt.

But when he turned his head again, and saw the other people in the car who didn't know where they had slept, and who were about to leak out...Xiao Zeyang once again felt like a village girl entering the city.

He simply restrained his unseen excited look, pretended to sit calmly in the car and pretended to look around, but the little star called excitement was still shining in his eyes.

"Wake up, wake up, get out of the car!"

After the car came to a complete stop, He Weiming stood up and clapped his hands. If he used the horn again, he would look like a special tour guide for an elderly tour group.

Jing Fan also fell asleep, sitting next to Xiao Zeyang, and really fell asleep, because if it was pretending to be asleep, Jing Fan would have been unable to resist leaning his head on Xiao Zeyang's shoulder on purpose.

But Jing Fan didn't, he leaned his body, his head stuck in the angle between the car window and the seat back, his breathing was smooth and even, his eyelashes were dense and long.

All these Xiao Zeyang observed while Jing Fan was asleep.

Seeing that there was still no movement from Jing Fan after He Weiming urged him, Xiao Zeyang had no choice but to push Jing Fan.

"Jing Fan, wake up, we've arrived..."

Xiao Zeyang didn't know why his voice was so low, it was as if he was afraid of waking Jing Fan up.

But to be honest, Jing Fan really looks good when he sleeps so peacefully.

Not to mention the illusory invisible and intangible things like the aura between the brows, but just the lines and bones. Although Xiao Zeyang has never learned anything about facial structure, golden ratio, etc., he just feels Jing Fan It is exactly the same as those male stars on TV who are admired by thousands of people.

"What are you doing, why are you still awake?"

Before Xiao Zeyang continued to wake Jing Fan up, He Weiming had already walked over, looked down at Jing Fan who was still sleeping, and couldn't help but frowned.

"Jing Fan, get out of the car."

No movement.

"Did you not sleep at all last night? You are so sleepy." He Weiming said as he motioned Xiao Zeyang to stand up, then walked over and tugged at Jing Fan's sleeve.

"Maybe I chatted with the little girl all night." Yan Fusen sat in the back and stretched, then stood up and shook his head and stomped his feet. "After all, we Mengmeng are also a young man with a lot of blood. I can't stand being lonely."

"You talk too much," He Weiming said bluntly, and Fu Sen glanced at him, "Get your things and get out of the car quickly."

"okay."

Yan Fusen smiled, picked up his backpack, walked behind He Weiming and got out of the car.

On the other hand, the photographer with the team took a few photos while Jing Fan was asleep, and Xiao Zeyang could tell at a glance that Jing Fan's prosperous sleeping face would be seen by fans from all walks of life tonight up.

And even though Xiao Zeyang stood beside He Weiming and said nothing, he really listened to what Yan Fusen said just now.

Chatting all night...

with who?

Do you admire his female fans?

do not know.

Can't...

"……arrive?"

When Xiao Zeyang was thinking about it in his heart alone, the sleeping Jing Fan finally opened his eyes, and then looked around with his confused eyes, and couldn't help yawning after confirming that he had arrived at the place: "Why don't you call me? What are you standing there to visit..."

Obviously, Jing Fan didn't hear neither Xiao Zeyang's wake-up call nor He Weiming's wake-up call just now, otherwise he wouldn't have asked such a sentence.

It seems that Jing Fan slept really deeply just now.

"How do you want people to call you? If you call again, you will almost have a few whips stuck in your ears," He Weiming said, "It will take a lot of effort to wake you up."

"I'm sorry I'm not used to waking up so early today..." Jing Fan rubbed his eyes, "My backpack is in the last row, take it for me."

"I think you either woke up too early or went to bed too late." He Weiming unconsciously ticked up the corner of his mouth, walked to the last row and picked up Jing Fan's black backpack and handed it to him, "Hey, I don't blame you. Yan Fusen said that today's young people just don't know how to control themselves."

"Tear off the Band-Aid on your neck first, and then we'll discuss the issue of temperance and incontinence." Jing Fan said, yawned again, took his backpack from the stunned He Weiming, and turned around calmly Get out of the car.

Xiao Zeyang who was standing beside He Weiming didn't understand what Jing Fan meant, let alone where the surprise on He Weiming's face came from.

But of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to open his mouth to ask these things, otherwise not only would he not get an answer, he might even get a blank stare from He Weiming.

****

After getting out of the car, several people walked all the way to the backstage.

The order of the rehearsals is set in advance, and before that, the reporters will ask the players to do some individual visits and record some small videos before the start of the game.

Xiao Zeyang was also called.

In fact, this is also expected. After all, as a newcomer to MAG and the successor of the ace support Jinqianchi, this time it is finally going to be the first match, so the audience must know it in advance.

The room used for interviews is not very big, but it is very quiet, and a glass door directly isolates the noisy sound from outside.There is also a blue background board in the room, with the logos of "League of Legends" and event sponsors printed on it.

Sitting alone in his seat, Xiao Zeyang was a little nervous, all he could think about was the state of the previous team members when they were being interviewed, and it was necessary for him to imitate it.

"Let's introduce yourself to the camera first."

The young lady who came to interview had a very gentle tone, probably because she knew that Xiao Zeyang was a newcomer and was more likely to get nervous, so even the speed of her speech slowed down a little.

"Hi everyone, I'm Midia, MAG assistant."

Midia is Xiao Zeyang's game ID. This ID has not changed since he first started playing games, and he has followed him for seven or eight years.

At the beginning, I didn't change my name because the name change card was too expensive. Later, I couldn't think of a good name at all, so I kept using this.

"How do you feel after entering MAG this time?"

Because the reporter's questions appear in the form of text in the video after the post-editing, the reporter's questioning method is very concise and not so long-winded.

"I feel like I still have a lot to learn," Xiao Zeyang smiled, "I can clearly feel the gap, but I'm also quite motivated."

"What do you think of Jing Fan?"

"He..." Xiao Zeyang thought for a while, then smiled and said, "It's quite strong."

This is the adjective that fits Jing Fan best that Xiao Zeyang can think of so far.

Besides, Jing Fan and the others were sitting next to them, and they didn't know if they could hear it, or if they would have any thoughts after hearing it.

You should be very happy, after all, this is a sincere compliment to him.

Just as he was thinking, Jing Fan turned his head and looked at Xiao Zeyang. After the two of them looked at each other for a while, Jing Fan smiled faintly at Xiao Zeyang.

And it was because of this smile that Xiao Zeyang's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Even so, Xiao Zeyang couldn't find it difficult to see the exhaustion in Jing Fan's eyes at this moment, probably because he didn't wake up in the car just now.

Fortunately, this old man doesn't have much energy to wake up.

****

There are only a few questions prepared by the reporter, and Xiao Zeyang can leave after asking.

After Xiao Zeyang stood up from the chair, as soon as he opened the door to go out, he saw Jing Fan following him.

"What was it like being interviewed for the first time?"

"Let's do it..." Xiao Zeyang said, "It doesn't feel as formal as when you were interviewed before."

"You said that your level is not good, and the requirements are quite high."

As Jing Fan said, he put his arms around Xiao Zeyang's shoulders, and pulled him into his arms.

Xiao Zeyang frowned and stretched out his hand to push Jing Fan: "Hey, they are all human."

"Shy?"

"It's obvious that you are shameless, okay..."

"Just give me a hug on the shoulder."

"Others don't know, don't I know you yet?" Xiao Zeyang looked up at Jing Fan, and snorted deliberately, "Hold my shoulder now, and after a while, that hand slipped out to his butt for some reason."

Jing Fan couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

"Hey, did you hear that I praised you just now?"

Although he had said that just now, Xiao Zeyang still didn't push Jing Fan away in the end, instead he took the initiative to change the topic and continue talking.

"heard it."

"What do you feel?"

"You really think I'm strong?" Jing Fan raised his eyebrows and asked Xiao Zeyang.

Xiao Zeyang nodded without hesitation.

This question is very easy to answer, because let alone Xiao Zeyang, if you look at the entire alliance circle, you can probably count the people who think Jing Fan is not strong with half a hand.

And maybe two-thirds of them are bullshit.

"Do you like it?" Jing Fan asked again.

"That said, which assistant doesn't like his own strong ADC?" Xiao Zeyang smiled.

Jing Fan was taken aback when he heard Xiao Zeyang's words.

Then the hand around Xiao Zeyang's shoulder tightened slightly.

His voice was very low, and he closed his eyes for a while, and there was an ambiguous and erotic meaning in his voice...

"Then...does the support like that his ADC is also strong in bed?"

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