Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

Many people feel very excited when they meet professional players. Taking photos and signing autographs can be regarded as a commemoration of "chasing stars". It is quite normal to want to show off on social accounts.

But the girl who made a bunch of players' autographs for Weibo lottery draw was too high-profile, and attracted a lot of criticism, and the little girl didn't hesitate, you scolded me, I just went back, you want me to apologize, I don't, I Continue to squat players!

Well, this hatred is well done.

Fans who really love the team and players are a little angry.

The little girl has a sense of instantaneity that everyone criticizes.

Seeing this situation, many fans who also went to the hotel to squat players learned how to behave. They were low-key and honest, and did not dare to publicize the autographs, group photos and second-time videos they had obtained in a high-profile manner.

On the 14th floor of the hotel, the breathing gradually slowed down in the suite. The two were still hugging each other. Hearing the agitated heartbeats in each other's chests return to calm, Liao Yi raised his fingers to scratch Rong Ling's palm, and the corners of Rong Ling's lips rose, afraid Itching to retract, Liao Yi chased after him, with two fingers in the middle of the food, crawling like a crab, clamped Rong Ling's wrist, slid down, and covered the back of Rong Ling's hand.

Rubbing his fingertips and touching his skin, a pleasant feeling grew in Rong Ling's heart. He snorted lazily, opened his eyes to look at Liao Yi, and buried his head in his arms.

The hair brushed against Liao Yi's chin, bringing a series of slight shudders.

He laughed, stroked back Rong Ling's short hair, put his chin on the top of his head, and held Rong Ling between his legs apart.

"Hey, let me ask you."

Itched a bit by him, Rong Ling sniffed his nose and sneezed a little. He leaned on Liao Yi's shoulder and played a finger-pinching game with him, thinking about what happened in the elevator earlier, feeling a little nervous .

"Huh?" Liao Yi obsessively sniffed the scent on Rong Ling.

Rong Ling frowned: "You said you went back to appease the fans to check their mobile phones?"

"correct."

"The mobile phone is a personal item, can they let you look through it casually?"

"Of course...impossible." Liao Yi said frankly, "I took the initiative to say that I would take pictures, and some fans were not very happy, and I didn't force it. I just tried my best to cooperate and meet their requirements. They are happy. , I explained to them in a low voice, saying that you were not feeling well, and you were dizzy and couldn’t stand up just now, so I was anxious, so I yelled at them, telling them not to take it seriously.”

Rong Ling raised his head and stared blankly at Liao Yi's bright eyes.

"Hearing what I said, those girls are all embarrassed. Some people take the initiative to delete the pictures of God Z. Since someone took the lead, others hesitated and followed suit. So, I I put my palms together and bowed to them, saying that everyone please don't make public about Z's uncomfortable things, guess what?"

"What?" Rong Ling asked following his words.

"They didn't understand why I said that, so I explained. I said that God Z works very hard. He usually trains very hard. This time he came to the competition, and he came to win the championship. Besides you, there are Many fans are all over the country or even abroad. They can’t come, they can only wait and watch the live broadcast online. If you let them know that God Z is not feeling well, they will definitely be worried, and God Z will blame himself. As a teammate, I’m afraid that God Z God bears the burden, and I also hope to win the game with everyone, so I will be thick-skinned once, take over the responsibility, and ask everyone on behalf of God Z."

Liao Yi spoke at a leisurely pace, and the melodious and magnetic subwoofer lingered in Rong Ling's ears.

Like the breeze blowing through the window screen.

Gentle and hot.

It burned all the way to the bottom of Rong Ling's heart.

"After listening to me, the fans applauded and expressed their support. I am very grateful to them. To be honest... most of the fans really touched me. They are very understanding and understand our difficulties." Liao Yi felt And hair.

Rong Ling pursed her lips, and raised her elbow to press against Liao Yi's ribs.

"Ouch, what are you doing?"

"Those little girls admire you so much, you are what you say, you are very obedient, and you are also very 'understanding'," Rong Ling emphasized those four words, "Anyway, I'm not that good, you go find me Let them."

When Liao Yi heard it, he was immediately happy.

"Hey, my baby, are you jealous or jealous or jealous?"

Grabbed by Liao Yi and pressed into the mattress, his body sank, his wrists were pressed above his head, a little panic flashed across Rong Ling's pupils, he bit his lip hard, and stubbornly turned his head away from him.

"Bullshit."

"Why not? Come, come, let me take a good look..." Liao Yi lowered his head and exaggeratedly took a deep breath between Rong Ling's neck, "The most authentic Shanxi mature vinegar, preserved in a 30-year-old cellar!"

Rong Ling wanted to hit someone after hearing this.

After being punched several times by him, Liao Yi covered his chest and trembled with laughter, slowly fell on the bed, spread his hands and feet, completely relaxed, and stared at the high ceiling with ecstasy.

Rong Ling kicked his leg, but there was no response, and it was boring to think about it, so he turned over and followed his posture to lie down.

"What are you looking at? What's there to see?" Rong Ling narrowed his eyes.

After a long time, Liao Yi said softly: "I'm thinking... Although I have done the finishing work that I can, Rong Ling, I can't guarantee you that our actions in the elevator room will not be posted on the Internet. go."

Rong Ling's expression changed, he stood up and stared at him.

Liao Yi raised his hand, his knuckles gently scraped the contours of Rong Ling, and there was a gentle smile on his lips.

"Don't be nervous, I'm telling you to be mentally prepared, maybe things won't develop to that point...but if, I mean if someone really makes a fuss about it on the Internet."

Rong Lingqing couldn't help holding her breath, nervously waiting for Liao Yi's unfinished words.

Liao Yi's mobile game walked over Rong Ling's chin, all the way down, caressing Rong Ling's shoulder, arm, and wrist bone, and then opened Rong Ling's tense fingers until the knuckles turned white, bit by bit, and tightened them tightly.

"Don't turn around and run away," Liao Yi raised his head and kissed Rong Ling, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"I'll be with you."

"Together we face the wind and the rain."

Rong Lingxin said, let's pull it down, and it will be too late when something happens, and he thinks that he is to blame for his poor health, what kind of heat stroke, otherwise there would be no such obvious clues.But he still couldn't help laughing, for all the thoughts that Liao Yi had spent on his knots, and for the warmth and courage that passed from his palm.

Yes, many things will happen sooner or later, we can't just avoid them blindly, we can only grit our teeth and face them in the end.

Rong Ling is used to carrying everything by himself, and he is also used to preparing for the worst first.

Weigh the pros and cons and stop losses in time.

As a former team commander, as an excellent jungler, Rong Ling never doubted himself.

Until someone broke into his world, bravely and fearlessly walked all the way into his heart, using gentle, straightforward, hot, tough... various ways to persuade him to let go of his persistence and guard.

Learn to trust and depend on another person.

For Rong Ling, this is tantamount to having someone interrupt his meridians, break his bones, and then reshape his body.

He will resist, struggle, and struggle.

He took a step and flinched back in fear.

Repeatedly hesitated.

Fortunately, Liao Yi will never lack patience with him.

He also told Rong Ling more than once that he was willing to wait.

The long night passes, and the dawn will come.

That is the light that Rong Ling has been longing for but afraid to touch.

It takes a lot of courage to stand under the sun, because you don't know whether it will be destroyed or not.

But before that...

Rong Ling closed his eyes, held Liao Yi's face and kissed it vigorously.

Just let him continue to indulge in this person's eyes and live every day as if it were his last.

without regret.

* *

Shancheng is a beautiful city. After nightfall, the winding lights are like a river of stars, flickering on and off.

The manager took a group of hungry kids who woke up and walked five streets to eat the most authentic butter hot pot. The bright red bottom of the pot boiled and exuded a strong spicy aroma. It was spicy enough and refreshing enough !

A group of young people from all over the world gathered around the hot pot, sweating profusely, and the fan squeaked above their heads. Liao Yi ate his mouth full of oil, and he lifted the hem of his T-shirt to fan the wind, wishing to learn how to sit not far away. The locals on the street are directly shirtless.

Compared with the other people who are wheezing and puffing out their tongues to call it spicy, and scrambling for the crispy meat with their chopsticks, Rong Ling looks very refined.He loves spicy food, but his stomach is not good, and he overestimated his tolerance to spicy food. After taking a few mouthfuls, his mouth was completely numb. Halfway through the meal, the numb taste had spread to his lips and around his lips. , quite sour.

Rong Ling gritted his teeth and poured drinks into his stomach desperately.

He glanced at Liao Yi on the opposite side of the table again and again, dissatisfied with the behavior of a certain bird showing off its abdominal muscles and mermaid lines carelessly, Rong Ling narrowed his eyes.

Those chiseled, seductive lines are all his!Why did you show it off for others to see?

Liao Yi was very slow, he didn't notice that Rong Ling's eyes were wrong, he had sharp eyes and quick hands, he stirred the chopsticks into the pot, picked up a bunch of blanched tripe, and immediately presented it to Rong Ling.

"God Z, eat some of this."

Rong Ling licked his unconscious lips: "...spicy."

Liao Yi was also so hot that his scalp was numb, he stuck out his tongue, jumped up, ran out like a gust of wind, and brought two disposable paper cups, one for himself and one for Rong Ling.

"I really can't take it anymore, so I just rinse it with water and eat it again." Liao Yi saw that the fat beef had been divided up by FAITH and the others, screamed angrily, and beckoned to the waiter, "Two more plates of meat!"

"Come right now!" The waiter who spoke the local dialect responded.

Liao Yi snapped his fingers and planed a few mouthfuls of white rice happily.

"Little bird," while waiting for the dishes, HANK knocked on the edge of the bowl, "Just now you were fighting over the crispy meat with me, why are you willing to give the meat to God Z to eat?"

Liao Yi said solemnly: "God Z has a bad stomach, what he eats to make up for it, that hairy belly is just right for him. By the way, I have to let the waiter do some brainwashing."

"what?"

"I'll give you something to eat," Liao Yi smiled, showing a row of white teeth, "Eat what you want to make up for."

After eating and drinking enough, JHG and his team wiped their mouths, turned their heads and went into a pre-booked Internet cafe not far from the hotel, and started their evening training match.

The other teams who arrived in the mountain city to participate in this cup also started their nightlife.

Esports doesn't go to bed early.

Fans who are well versed in the rules of professional players' activities did not give up the great opportunity to get in touch with them up close.Some of them squatted near the hotel where the team stayed, trying to have a "chance encounter" with the players who went out to look for supper; some fans who came from other places directly swiped their cards and checked into the same hotel. As the saying goes, it is close to the water. If you get the moon first, maybe you just met him in the elevator by such a coincidence.

In this way, the number of fans participating in the ranks of "GANK·Professional Players" gradually increased. They immediately posted their results on the Internet, attracting more fans who were unable to come to the scene to envy, admire, and beg for hugs , Cheering to a certain player...

The street lamps lined up along the street illuminate the night that shrouds the mountain city, like yarn and ink, gradually rendering.

At midnight, in the booth of a certain nightclub, there are a few people sitting in the booth who usually meet up to watch the game, chasing the team and flying around. Familiar female fans.They wear gorgeous Koudan, bright lip makeup, black eyelashes, hugging each other and pouting their mouths to take pictures, the surrounding light alternates and changes, ambiguously on and off, and the strong rhythm of DJ dance music ignites the body cells and breeds more hidden desires.

Several young people sitting around them kept looking at them. One of them winked at his companion, grabbed a bottle of wine, and squeezed over to sit beside the girls.He stretched his arms and laid them lightly on the back of the sofa as if inadvertently.

"Thank you for flying all the way to watch our game, come and have a drink."

The author has something to say: Update at noon, it should not have the effect of a newspaper office, a little disappointed (beaten)

I went to a mountain city once when I was in junior high school, and I had a good impression of the mountain city. I wonder if there is Chongqing among the little angels?

Have a chance to make an appointment to eat hot pot together!You can also skewer!