I heard that my ex-boyfriend is my new teammate

The slightly exhausted body was held firmly in the man's arms, and a vain sense of security gradually dispelled the unreasonable anxiety and disturbance in his heart, and the symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath subsided a little.

Shen Qiuming let his bones soften, half pressed and half leaned on his boyfriend's strong and warm chest, raised his eyelids and glanced casually at the mirror on the sink.

The picture presented in his field of vision was like being hit by dozens of blazing lights, and it was still blurry after focusing, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Shaking his head indiscriminately, Shen Qiuming simply squinted his slightly wet eyes, his crow-feather-like eyelashes fluttered like a fan of dough.

"That's great." He looked up and smiled, his thin lips parted slightly, "My Mr. Luo, Dongfeng Express, the mission will be fulfilled."

After finishing speaking, he drew out an arm and skillfully hooked Luo Beichen's neck, pecked lightly at that handsome eyebrow, and made a childish gesture of scissors.

With a fork of the little hand, the charm is exuded.

"Oh yeah~"

Received the shock wave of her boyfriend's daily invincible coquettishness, Luo Beichen kept his expression on the surface, but in fact he sighed with complicated emotions.

At first glance, his wife is in her early twenties, but she is actually very naive in nature, but her skin is much thicker than that of ordinary children.

What can I do, I have to continue pampering her.

Feeling that Shen Qiuming shifted most of his weight into his arms, he couldn't help tightening his arms around his slender waist to support the weak body of the person in his arms.

His chin was slightly closed, and the man raised his eyebrows: "I'm a little excited because of the sudden price increase in front of Mrs. Luo."

Shen Qiuming squinted at him, and rolled his eyes straight up: "What's wrong, maybe I have to give you a microphone to give you an acceptance speech, thank CCTV for thanking Broccoli?"

"That's not necessary," Luo Beichen's lips curled up slowly, and he replied casually, "Just one word is enough."

"?"

"You used to ignore me, but now you can't afford me."

"…………"

Shen Qiuming was dumbfounded, the first half of the words were indeed inappropriate for him, but the second half of the sentence pierced his heart.

Until now, he still feels in his heart that he has climbed up to Luo Beichen.

The bank card has only saved some money in recent years, and as for the honors won in the competition, there is no comparison at all.

What Jiang Yao said is not bad. As the director of the orphanage who dragged his children along all the way, what good grades he can achieve, whether he is high or low, the amazing talent when he debuted is only left in the memory of those old players bottom layer.

Peng was once really considered a highlight, only in the short two years of cooperating with Deer, the battle of the gods became famous in one fell swoop, pushing this young player to the pinnacle of his career.

Immediately afterwards, internal conflicts led to the retirement or replacement of teammates around them one after another, and the team gradually became dissatisfied, without the hysterical drive that they had in the beginning to fight hand in hand with their brothers.

The players continued to be in a sluggish state and couldn't adjust to it. They performed in a mess on the field, and this was a team competition. He couldn't support it alone, so he fell down.

The keyboard warriors naturally ushered in another carnival. Without paying any price, they just tapped out a string of characters cheerfully and sent them smoothly. With a little rhythm, they can play a series of curses on the Internet. .

They spared no effort to ridicule the newly established dynasty of the KWC team, which collapsed in a blink of an eye, and ridiculed that the player Peng has only been a god for two years, and he has swollen beyond words.

Look what the hell has become, it's a fucking embarrassment.

But Luo Beichen is different from him, his debut is the pinnacle.

Many emerging challengers spend years of their youth before they have a chance to climb to the top of their careers.

And this man was born on the top of the mountain.

The distance between them is really too far.

Feeling that the person in his arms suddenly fell silent, the man felt a trace of uneasiness inexplicably in his heart.

He lowered his head, lowered his voice, pressed his lips against the other's ear, and called out as if asking: "Mrs. Luo?"

Shen Qiuming was in a trance at first, when the velvet of his earlobe was suddenly covered with a cloud of scorching heat, he shivered sensitively, like a squirrel awakened from hibernation, the fluffy fur on its tail exploded all the way.

Lifting his shoulders up and then dropping them down quickly, Shen Qiuming stretched out his hand and pushed Luo Beichen's chest away violently, leaving the gentle town that was close at hand.

After standing still, he gasped in a low breath, raised his eyes, and glared at him in embarrassment: "Fuck, you are so bright in broad daylight, why are you so close!"

The man was silent, speechless for a moment.

What else can I do?

Of course I want to kiss you, little fool.

Ignoring the instant nonsense, Luo Beichen straightened the captain's messy collar, and spoke to him in a leisurely manner.

"Since I'm quite energetic now, let's talk about—"

When he said this, his voice paused, and his dark pupils suddenly narrowed.

"What's wrong with your body?"

The tone of the man's speech is not heavy, and it can even be considered mild and harmless.

But those words and sentences seemed to create an invisible sense of sharpness and oppression, which gradually spread around his body, flamboyantly trying to uncover the truth behind the layers of false lies of the person in front of him.

Shen Qiuming's eyelashes trembled when he heard this, and the ten fingers in his pockets twitched nervously for a few seconds, curling up unnaturally toward his palms.

His demeanor is very stable, even though his heart has already panicked like a dog, scaring the ant forest into a fire, and the little yellow chicken ran away from home.

The CPU of his brain was running at high speed at this moment, and he wondered whether Detective Luo was aware of his mental instability, or whether he knew a thing or two about what kind of disease he was suffering from.

Shen Qiuming was afraid that if he just found a reason to fool him, the boyfriend who just got back together would suddenly turn off the lights, and then the two of them would fail to hold hands, and their love would go straight to gg.

But after he thought about it carefully, he had already eaten all the pills given by the quack doctor as candy, and now there was only an empty small white bottle, which could have contained anything, and Luo Beichen couldn't guess for sure.

There is no stone hammer to say a few.

What's more, he has buried the medicine bottle so deep that sometimes he can't even get it out (...), the possibility of being discovered can't be lower.

Shen Qiuming suspected that Luo Beichen was cheating on him right now, because his legs were so weak that he almost split his legs and fucked in the public toilet just now.

...Damn it, it's also absolutely dead.

Soon he readjusted his state, with a flawless smile on his face, and jokingly said nonchalantly: "Do you want me to report truthfully to you about kidney deficiency, Mr. Luo?"

Luo Beichen didn't make a sound, just squinted his eyes, and glanced lightly across his face a few times, his eyes gradually darkened, as if there were some dangerous foreign objects inside, ready to move in the darkness.

Shen Qiuming pursed his lips slightly, tightened his fingers in his pockets, and told another lie, he was very flustered.

But in front of the man, he still smiled and said: "Honey, don't believe me, let's buy more kidney tablets later."

"If you are well fed at night, you are fine and I am fine."

Being verbally taken advantage of for no reason, Luo Beichen sneered, noncommittal.

Then, he twitched his brows faintly, and said calmly: "We know very well that the decision to just flirt and not give fuck is quite absurd, and that lady also understands this in her heart."

Shen Qiuming bent his bright eyes, then patted his boyfriend on the shoulder and sighed: "But this gentleman also needs to know that the brain and hands and feet are not directly connected after all."

Luo Beichen: ""

At this moment, he suddenly realized deeply why his boyfriend always did a perfect job in proving that he was recognized as the number one flirtatious player in the national server.

It does not rely on deep processing in the later stage, it is due to talent, it is innate.

"Don't be poor," Luo Beichen looked down at him helplessly, "Even if you fool me with hypoglycemia, it's much more reliable than this excuse."

Oh yes!

Shen Qiuming listened carefully, and found it very reasonable, subconsciously stretched out his hand to applaud Luo Beichen——

As expected of his man, Diao.

Then he frowned slightly, realizing that the matter was not simple, and abruptly suppressed the impulse that surged into his chest in an instant.

You are very bad old man! ! ! !

Fucking lied to me again ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ! !

Curry cold dog stuff! ! ! ! !

"Hey, are you playing 'Minesweeper' again?" Shen Qiuming turned his face away, puffed his cheeks, pretending to be indignant.

Seeing this scene, Luo Beichen clicked his tongue, and said in a slow tone: "It's done, I didn't plan to force you, anyway..."

He stretched out two fingers, gently pulled Shen Qiuming's sharpened chin, and moved slightly closer, with a sly smile on his brow.

"A full set of physical examinations before the game, you can't avoid it, little liar."

"........."

Shen Qiuming was slightly taken aback.

Oh wow.

Are you awesome, you.

But you idiot don't know that Lao Tzu's disease can't be detected by physical examination alone hahahaha! ! ! !

Mental illness, you don't need money to get one for free, hehe! ! ! !

"If you can't hide it, you can't hide it. It just happens to be upright for you to see." He raised the corners of his lips and grinned, showing a fearless gesture.

Then he raised his jaw proudly, took half a step back and got stuck for a while, and snorted aggressively: "Deputy Captain Luo, you are not afraid of being photographed by the media who sneak in like this in public places. It really makes the old captain fuck Broken heart."

Shen Qiuming admitted in a high-profile way in front of the media a long time ago that he is a dog with double standards, and if he refuses to accept it, don't patronize and force him, and go directly to the battle.

So much so that there is still such a trash talk in the BCL competition area.

There are tens of thousands of KWC trolls, and half of them are facing P God.

"Captain Shen," Luo Beichen sighed, with a trace of helpless connivance in his tone, "Do you know what you look like now?"

Shen Qiuming licked his dry lips, smiled and hooked his boyfriend's wrist, interlocked his fingers, and pulled him towards his team's dressing room.

"Isn't it just to show off your beauty and commit murder!"

"........."

"Hey Hey!"

"Tsk."

"Love you, love you! I love you so much, Luo Xiansen!"

"........."

"Me too, Mrs. Luo."

In the aisle, the two main members of the KWC team were walking, chatting in a very socialist brotherly way, chatting and flirting from time to time, very unscrupulous.

Simply because their team was late, most of the shooting tasks of the other teams were successfully completed in the morning, and now they have already returned home in the nanny car sent by the club, and there are not many people left on the field.

With lazy steps, Shen Qiuming asked casually: "By the way, why did you suddenly come to find me?"

Luo Beichen glanced at him: "You said that you haven't heard from me since you went to the toilet, and the way Team Xu next door looked at me, as if I was a young girl who lost her way and was abandoned by a heartless scumbag with a big belly."

Shen Qiuming: "...Fart his mother!"

God fucking stumbled young girl.

Have you ever seen a young girl with a bird bigger than you that was taken out from below! ! ! !

I have never seen it! ! ! !

Luo Beichen smiled meaningfully, and tightened his fingers slightly: "So let me see if my wife is having an affair behind my back."

"Stop," Shen Qiuming vaguely felt something was wrong, and used tactics to protect himself, "Where did I have an affair? Who can't think about it so much?"

"When I was turning a corner, I met a sky-swapping monkey. I was inexplicably provoked by him, and I felt very strong." Luo Beichen lowered his eyelids, and replied indifferently.

The long and thick eyelashes cast a small shadow, suppressing the sarcasm and jealousy that flashed in the eyes, and when they looked up again, they returned to their original indifference.

When Shen Qiuming heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

One hand was being held, so he changed the other free hand, pretending to fan the air next to him, and said with a smile: "Tsk tsk tsk, it smells so strong, how old is your bottle? Sealed?"

Immediately afterwards, the man beside him glanced menacingly, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

This is to persuade him to be kind, to restrain himself, and not to force his boyfriend to be brutal.

Shen Qiuming had a hard time holding back his laughter, his family, Achen, hadn't been shy for many years.

He breathed out with difficulty, smiled, and said slowly: "I really didn't expect that with your level of C position, you would care about Jiang Dasha, a jerk—"

In the middle of speaking, it suddenly occurred to me that this was a public place anyway, and the influence was not good, so I stopped talking immediately.

Then, he silently took out his mobile phone from his pocket, moved close to his boyfriend and shook it mysteriously, lowering his voice slightly.

"Speaking of which, I really have to thank Jiang Dasha, he gave me a big gift today."

Not only deliver the goods to your door, but also deliver them for free, which is very flattering.

Luo Beichen raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest, "Huh? What?"

"Then the child has no mother, it's a long story."

As Shen Qiuming spoke, he casually stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

"........."

Show me this with your pants off?

The man squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth in displeasure, his heart itching.

"so?"

"so--"

Shen Qiuming dragged on, and the two hands that were held together were shaken wildly by him, swinging back and forth wantonly for a while.

"In order to satisfy Mr. Luo's curiosity, Mrs. Luo decided to talk to him slowly while lying in bed at night~"

He turned his head and blinked at his boyfriend, his pupils reflected a ray of light, as if sparks were flowing through them.

After finishing speaking, for some reason, he suddenly remembered a little poem.

He picked it up by chance somewhere many years ago, and only saw a short paragraph in total, but he memorized it familiarly in the end, and engraved it on an obelisk in his memory.

Shen Qiuming took Luo Beichen's hand, picked up a tune casually, hummed the little poem softly, and walked lazily on the way back and forth.

A beam of golden sunlight poured onto the floor through the glass window on the wall, elongating the backs of the two leaving obliquely, gradually blending into an inseparable whole, and completely disappeared at the last moment... …

……

The screen jumps to six years ago.

In a cheap milk tea shop, at the seat by the window, the white-haired boy was lying bored on the small dilapidated soft sofa, with a lollipop in his mouth, and only the lower half of a solid-colored paper stick was exposed outside.

The flamboyant pink piglet in his arms gradually lost his smile after being rubbed. He scratched impatiently at one of the white hairs, and when the strength increased, a few of them were accidentally pulled off.

Spreading his hands, the young man looked at the few silver threads on his palm with distaste, and felt that he had turned white as a cool head at a young age, and who the hell could bear it.

Even though the perm girl in the hair salon repeatedly emphasized with a dark face that this is the most popular grandma gray nowadays, you uneducated old hat!

In fact, he wanted to say at the time, your little girl's family is so fierce, if Liangliang hadn't forced him a coupon for a free hair dyeing experience, he wouldn't have bothered to come.

The young man is a regular customer of this milk tea shop. He once chatted with the boss for a while, and found out that it was quite speculative, so they became acquainted with each other and became good friends.

The boss has a unique style of painting. She is a female hooligan who wears high heels of more than ten inches at night, carries her beloved guitar case, and drives a cool motorcycle to an underground band in a certain back street.

During the day, she likes to pretend to be a quiet and artistic young woman, but when making milk tea, she doesn't forget to tease the ladies and sisters waiting at the counter.

Because most of the customers are students from the high school opposite, she also spent money to place a few rows of exquisite bookshelves in the corner of the milk tea shop, decorating them with some old books that she found in the second-hand market that she had never read.

He once joked triumphantly, which seemed more forceful, and he specially tricked you little fresh meat and little freshmen to come in and sit for a while.

But he foolishly suggested: "If you put a few machines, I promise that my boyfriend will bring a group of boys from his class over to fill up the seats every day."

The boss rolled his eyes indecently, and poohed him.

Show affection, climb for my old lady!

He shrugged, but his heart was full of joy.

At this moment, the white-haired boy looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was almost time before the high school liberated the "hostages".

He was really flustered with idleness, so he took a thin volume from the bookshelf, went back to the deck and started to read.

I thought that with the boss's miraculous taste, what he got would be some Su Zhatian tear-jerking romance literature, but in the end it was filled with endless unknown poems, even without the poet's signature.

He suddenly lost interest, flipped a page casually, glanced over, his eyes stopped for a moment on a little poem for no reason.

There are a few lines written on it——

Honey,

I'm taking one step at a time,

clumsily learning to share with you,

The former self,

Whether it is a sad farewell,

Or a happy encounter.

I'm still thinking,

Buried countless love stories,

I want to be in the dead of night,

Let me tell you a little bit.

That's ours alone,

Unknown sweet love.

……

Just when I glanced at the last line from the corner of my eye, there was a faint piercing bell ringing in the distance, and the high school on the opposite side finally closed at that time.

Students poured out of the teaching building one after another with their schoolbags on their backs. It didn't take long for the bustling crowd to block the already narrow street, and the noise was endless.

His gaze shifted from the pages of the book to the window in an instant. His eyes swept across the moving heads, and he looked anxiously while propping his neck for 8 minutes. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his eyes were completely focused on the figure of a young man with black hair.

The next second, he raised the corner of his mouth, put aside the book in his hand, and ran towards the boy——

"Achen, Achen, I won today's online competition!!!"

"That group of people criticized too much before the game, but in the end, there was no one who could fight. Yanyan and I couldn't bear to watch them peck at each other, hahahaha!"

"After the competition this time, the organizer gave away the prize money without saying a word. If it's done well, we'll have money again!"

"Let's go, let's go, my boyfriend will take you to have a good meal, hehe!"