Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

The sound of the alarm scared Rong Ling out of his wits, just as Liao Yi yearned to move forward and was pushed back, stomping on the elevator car, Rong Ling's scalp was numb and he couldn't stop thinking about it. The elevator broke down and was about to fall... No , what you should think about now is how to get out from here!

Looking back, he saw Rong Ling's face turned pale, Liao Yi's heart shrank suddenly, his brows were furrowed, and he turned around to protect Rong Ling.

"Stop shooting...stop shooting! Let's get out!"

Looking past the fans pouring in front of the elevator door, Liao Yi secretly groaned in his heart.

How could this be?

The fans looked excited, and the decibels of their voices gathered here, completely covering up his voice.Judging by their expressions and manners, it is estimated that they will not be able to calm down for a while. There are still many fans crowded behind holding mobile phones to call friends. There will only be more and more!

He anxiously dragged Rong Ling out, and now he didn't care about his gentlemanly demeanor, so he squeezed out with brute force, trying to squeeze out a path that could accommodate people.

Rong Ling was grabbed by Liao Yi's wrist, feeling that his strength was much stronger than usual, he opened his mouth to say something, his eyes turned slightly, and fell on Liao Yi's solemn face, he hung down In the blink of an eye, it was too late to tell what it was like that was rushing through my heart, and I quickly unlocked the phone and dialed it.

beep - beep - beep -

"Hello?" The translator Ah Tong quickly picked it up. He leaned out of the bathroom with a head of lemon-flavored foam, grabbed his phone and asked loudly, "God Z? What do you want from me? If there is nothing else, I will continue to wash... ..."

Before he finished speaking, the girls' screams came from the receiver, and it was so messy that it was impossible to hear what Rong Ling said.Ah Tong served as both a translator and a nanny for this group of young people, and he couldn't do without him inside and out. He immediately realized something was wrong when he heard the movement, and raised his voice and shouted into the phone: "God Z! Rong Ling! Where are you? ? I'll find someone to go there right away! Find a safe place to stay first!"

After hanging up the phone, Rong Ling didn't know if the other party heard the location he said, so he sent another WeChat message.

The narrow aisle, the crowded heads, and the constant sound of the shutter... It was like the deepest nightmare being staged in reality. Rong Ling was sweating, his head was dizzy, and the screams from all directions were far and near, It made his ears buzzing uncontrollably.

No way... Rong Ling gritted his teeth and grabbed Liao Yi's clothes tightly.

Liao Yi was sweating profusely to communicate with the fans, hoping that they would calm down, stop pushing forward, and ask them to make way.There was a sudden tightening behind him, he turned around, and found that Rong Ling's expression was very bad, he was burning with anxiety, and his body was moving faster than reason——

"Zero, come to me."

Being pressed into the familiar embrace, Rong Lingqing couldn't help indulging for a few breaths, his drowsy brain took a while to realize what Liao Yi had done, he was shocked, and pressed his hands on Liao Yi's chest to push him out.

"Are you crazy?" Rong Ling squeezed out his voice and stared at Liao Yi in panic.

Liao Yi ignored it, bowed his head and brushed Rong Ling's hair to test the temperature.

"You have a fever! Why don't you tell me you're not feeling well!" After finishing speaking, he turned his head and shouted at the fans again: "Everyone, please let me go? You are feeling sick, let me send him to the room to rest Can you? We are here for the competition... After the competition, you can come and ask for autographs and group photos, please let us pass now, thank you!"

The closest group of fans began to move back, and some people caught a glimpse of Rong Ling's weak and tired expression with half-closed eyes, and they were also conveying similar messages to their companions. Thanks to everyone's efforts, the crowd finally showed signs of loosening up.

Liao Yi hugged Rong Ling, with the other hand clutching their luggage, they walked forward with difficulty.

On the other side, Ah Tong led a few people and trotted over.With a wave of the hotel manager's hand, the security personnel stepped forward to set up a human wall to persuade the fans to leave the passage in front of the elevator.

In this way, after a lot of effort, Liao Yi and Rong Ling were finally able to escape.

Ah Tong asked anxiously from the side: "Are you two all right? Are you not injured?"

Liao Yi shook his head: "I'm fine, God Z is not feeling well. Ah Tong, take him back to his room first."

Holding Rong Ling's elbow and handing him over to Ah Tong, Liao Yi rubbed his face, wiped away the displeasure and worry in his eyes, put on a calm smile, and strode back.

"Little bird?" Tong was puzzled.

Pointing to the fans who didn't want to leave, Liao Yi smiled helplessly: "I'll go over to appease you, you guys go first."

Rong Ling pressed his abdomen, enduring the uncomfortable twitching in his chest, unable to speak, he shook his head to Liao Yi almost imperceptibly, and Liao Yi returned him a reassuring look.

give it to me.

Rong Ling had no choice but to trust him and leave with Ah Tong.

* *

"What's going on?" The coach and team leader rushed into the room, and the door slammed on the wall.

Ah Tong handed Rong Ling a glass of water, and whispered to the coach what happened before.

"How do the fans know that you live on this floor?" the coach asked, "By the way, where is Xiaoniao?"

"Still at the elevator exit..."

The team leader responded immediately: "I'll pick him up."

Not long after, Liao Yi finally escaped with the help of the team leader and returned to the room.

The clothes on his body were a little wrinkled, and when he entered the room, his eyes immediately locked on Rong Ling who was half lying on the bed: "Tong, God Z, how is he?"

Ah Tong spread his hands: "It should be heat stroke, I bought Huoxiang Zhengqi water for him, but he refuses to drink it."

Glancing at the brown medicine bottle on the bedside table, Liao Yi frowned, and was about to walk over, when Rong Ling gave him a warning look, and said weakly: "I'm much better, I don't need to take medicine."

"That won't work..."

The coach waved his hand and interrupted Liao Yi's words: "Let him rest well, and take medicine if he still doesn't feel better. The weather is really too hot, Ah Tong, you should also ask the other players to see if they feel Uncomfortable, dizzy, hot, stomachache, etc., if something is wrong, just say it, don't take it seriously!"

"Okay, let's get some mung bean soup for everyone later." Ah Tong consciously assumed the role of nanny.

He told Rong Ling to take a good rest, and then slapped Liao Yi's sweaty arm. The coach laughed and scolded him for the smell of sweat, and told him not to make troubles that would affect Z's rest, and take good care of Z's.

Liao Yi mischievously gave a standard Young Pioneers salute: "Promise to complete the task!"

Several people laughed.

"I made an appointment with the BPP team to play a training match in an Internet cafe in the evening. You guys rest, we're leaving first."

After locking the door, Liao Yi jumped into the room, jumped onto the bed and knelt beside Rong Ling, holding his hand, tested his temperature with his forehead, and leaned forward to kiss him again.

Rong Ling dodged backwards, but he didn't dodge. He pressed and kissed each other, and each other was short of breath. It took him a long time to push Liao Yi's head away, out of breath.

"It's so dirty," Rong Ling looked disgusted, and slapped Liao Yi's buttocks, "Go and wash!"

"Aren't you curious why I stayed here just now?" Liao Yi gritted his teeth, tore off Rong Ling's clothes forcefully, and buried a mouthful in his neck.

Rong Ling grabbed his hair to prevent him from rubbing against her body, and patted his cheek angrily: "I'm not curious."

"Just be curious!" Liao Yi quit, kicked his legs and groaned while holding Rong Ling, with a commanding tone, "Quickly ask, hurry up!"

Helpless by his trouble, Rong Ling squeezed Liao Yi's cheek and sighed: "Okay, what did you stay for just now?"

Liao Yi cocked his tail triumphantly and shook it back and forth.

"I stayed here to sign autographs for the fans and take pictures with them." As he spoke, he compared his hands with scissors and made faces. "I am tall and have relatively long hands, so I offered to help them hold up their mobile phones and take selfies with the camera. Hehe , By the way, I also checked their memory, and if there is something, please be cute and ask them to delete it... But the team leader and the others came too fast, and I was dragged away before I finished checking."

Rong Ling was stunned.

He guessed that Liao Yi turned around to appease the fans, but he didn't expect that he had a deeper intention.

It is self-evident why some of the pictures that fans may have taken are deleted.

He was instantly moved, blushing and rushed forward to hug Liao Yi tightly. He wanted to say a lot, but he didn't know how to say it.

Liao Yi smiled and circled Rong Ling, stroked his hair, and carefully kissed the center of his brow.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Liao Yi shook him in his arms, reached for Huoxiangzhengqi water on the cabinet, unscrewed the bottle cap and smelled it, his expression twisted immediately, "This thing... Forget it, you still Stop drinking, just lie down, I'll go wash up, and come back to sleep with my wife in my arms."

Rong Ling fought ideologically for a long time, and when Liao Yi came out dripping wet, he gently pulled the big towel around Liao Yi's waist, and moved his eyes from the attractive mermaid line under the light to the bottle of potion. He closed his eyes and shouted in a hoarse voice: "I...I want to get well soon. I'll take medicine, you feed me!"

Liao Yi stopped wiping his hair, his eyes lit up.

"Okay, okay!" Pulling Rong Ling's chin, Liao Yi kissed him, wiped the saliva on Rong Ling's face, he jumped up and grabbed the medicine bottle and poured it into his mouth.

Rong Ling struggled and twisted: "Well... don't... be gentle, it will spill... ah..."

The hard work numbs the taste buds, and the strong stimulation is slowly rolled by Liao Yi's soft tongue, melting into a lingering passion that stimulates the limbs and bones, which can't stop shaking in Rong Ling's body. In front of the tightly pressed chests, Rong Ling's body trembled slightly, panting and letting Liao Yi do whatever he wanted.

The drowsiness that had not yet faded was quickly stirred into a more direct sense of dizziness, Rong Ling lowered his eyes, panting very hard, his T-shirt was lifted, and he was fascinated by the familiar excitement and trembling brought by Liao Yi's big hand.

The towel around his waist was rubbed loose, Liao Yi kicked it away impatiently, pressed Rong Ling's leg with his knee, sucked his ear, and moved his hand back...

"You... um... there is still training tonight..." Rong Ling's voice weakened, and he grabbed Liao Yi's arm, trembling with comfort.

Brushing away the scattered hair in front of Rong Ling's forehead, Liao Yi kissed the corners of his eyes lovingly.

"I know, just once, I won't hurt you."

The mattress made a squeaking sound, causing the bedside table to vibrate regularly, and the tan medicine bottle swayed with circles of light.

* *

Fans who followed the team's dynamics soon learned about the team's stay in a hotel in the mountain city from Weibo and fan groups. At the same time, they also saw some of the scenes shot on the spot.

Several wives of the fan circle who usually record screens, edit videos, and obsessively compete on Weibo successively voiced their voices on Weibo, calling on fans not to disturb the players' rest and preparation.

"Remember, they're not stars, they're esports players."

"If you like them, please respect their profession and their dreams."

"Love less, love longer."

Most of the fans are rational, they agree with the views of the wives, praise them for their integrity, and criticize the crazy fans who go to the hotel to check on the players.

A fan who is still in high school showed off a photo with Liao Yi on Weibo, and posted a stack of autographs from the rest of the players. She expressed her feelings: "It's great to love JHG! I can see them skipping classes up close. It’s worth a day! Are you envious of these autographs? Forward the lottery, draw three people, and the winners please private message me and tell me whose autograph you want [cute]”

It didn't take long for her retweets on Weibo to reach triple digits, and she was transferred to the homepage of more and more fans.

The Weibo of high school girls quickly became a battlefield.

Rational fans pinch her, "Little sister, go back to school", "Don't recruit my team", "It seems that there is too little homework", "It's great to block fans? I don't know how stupid your behavior is?"

Other fans don't care so much, as long as they have a car to get in, a prize to win, and an autograph to get, of course they must protect this "rights".Closely united around the blogger, supported their "wives", and countered that those who came to curse people were all "Holy Mother", "White Lotus" and "red eye disease". To the contestant" "Our wife is beautiful, what's wrong with the contestant who likes to take pictures with her?" "Looking at the ugly faces of those people in the forwarding, I'm afraid the contestant wants to vomit when he sees them"

The author has something to say: on weekends, update first, then start coding after lunch, and concentrate on watching the game in the afternoon

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