Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

Rong Ling's fingers brushed over the flow of air, Liao Yi's heart trembled, his hand missed his head, and Verus, who was playing, played a reverse Q to pay tribute to the first batch of LPL players back then.

He stroked his hair, raised his eyes to look at Rong Ling, and there was a smile on his lips that he didn't even notice.

"Double row? Yes, but isn't your number already the king?"

"I signed up for one account, and there is another account," Rong Ling flipped through the chat history of Koukou, copied and pasted a group of account passwords, and clicked to log in, "I lost the hidden points of this account. It is very difficult to get points. I need a brother."

"Hey, I know there is an assistant to accompany you so you can score higher points," Liao Yi beamed, and stretched his neck to look at the other party's screen, "What's your name, come on, add a friend, and pull me into the car."

In the second half of the night, the waiting time for qualifying became longer and longer.

Only each other is left in the training room. The clock on the wall is ticking, the computer fan is whistling and spinning, and the subtle sound of the seat being squeezed and rubbed is slowly wandering in this long and quiet summer night.

There was an unknowingly gentle atmosphere surrounding them both.

Because the number of Rong Ling was only diamond 4, most of the players they ranked were diamonds or even lower ranks.

Rong Ling sighed while beating.

Teammates in this rank really do it!I don't pay much attention to strategy with you, just do it head-on, but if you can't do it, you have to work hard, and start spraying your teammates when you die.Once the teammates spray up, the round has basically gone far.

After two or three hits, the score was reversed, and Hong Tongtong's kneeling record was shocking.

Liao Yi, who was trying his best to win the king to keep his salary, was not in a hurry, he looked at Rong Ling meaningfully: "Hey, let me ask you."

"Why?" Rong Ling took out the cigarette in his mouth, held the lighter in his hand and pressed it again and again, the flame flickered, but he didn't light it, it was purely because of his addiction to smoking, but he didn't want to break his principle of quitting smoking.

With a flash in front of my eyes, the smoke was snatched away.

Liao Yi smiled, put the cigarette to his mouth, and licked the filter that Rong Ling had bitten.

There was a buzzing sound in Rong Ling's head, and his eyes suddenly became deep and fiery.

Liao Yi was biting his cigarette, and Liao Yi's voice became a bit indistinct. He suppressed his throat deliberately: "I don't want my salary this month, and I want to accompany you in the diamond section death bombing. How about it? Isn't it very touching?" ?”

Rong Ling's Adam's apple rolled, he stared at the gleam of water on Liao Yi's lips, his heartbeat became more and more intense, he murmured in disbelief: "...I dare not move."

Liao Yi raised his eyebrows, and after a while, he glanced knowingly at Rong Ling's crotch.

...So Rong Ling's plan to improve his score was stranded like this. In the sweltering summer, even if the air conditioner was turned on in the room, he still felt very hot. Sometimes Liao Yi wore a vest and shorts and played games in the training room for a day. Sitting next to him, being distracted by his youthful body.

It is inevitable to be a little slack during the training match.

To sum up afterward, Rong Ling couldn't say it was because Liao Yi's slender and powerful arms and flat and firm chest dangled in front of him, which was too distracting - this kind of reason was too gay to say at all. !

Fu forehead sighed, Rong Ling was a little desperate for himself.

I used to be quite pure-hearted and ascetic, why now I have become a "sex/passion/crazy" who can be hard at any time just by looking at her legs, hips and chest?

Blame a certain bird!

Can't you get dressed properly?

Must wave!

Who is the wave for?

There are so many pairs of eyes in the training room, his favorite arms, abdominal muscle lines, and even the two hazel spots on his chest are all seen by others!The more Rong Ling thought about it, the angrier he became, and he looked at Liao Yi with unkind eyes.

Shivering for no reason, Liao Yi rubbed his arm and got goosebumps.He raised his eyes in confusion to look at the air outlet of the air conditioner: "Tong! Did someone lower the temperature of the air conditioner? Why do I feel a little cold all of a sudden?"

The translator Ah Tong came over to check, and patted him casually: "You should wear more, it's hard to catch a cold in summer."

"It's okay." Liao Yi waved his hand indifferently, "I still go for a run every day, how could I be sick?"

This is true.

Even in the dog days now, the sun outside is so hot that the road surface is almost melted, and even Cicada lay down on a tree for a long time before yelling, Liao Yi still went out for a run regardless of the weather, and when he came back, he went to the gym downstairs as a guide. Body-ups, push-ups, dumbbells, whatever.

FAITH and the others looked at Liao Yi's healthy and firm muscles, and were extremely envious. The most angry thing was that this guy still didn't get tanned after being tanned, and he still looked milky white and tender enough to squeeze out water.

Not even pimples.

FAITH, who developed pimples around the nose and mouth the next day after eating spicy crayfish, was so jealous that his eyes were red.

They went to Super Brand Plaza to compete at the weekend, and after winning against the same team, the media staff who had made an appointment came to discuss with them and asked them to recommend the two to record the program of the ace commentator.

FAITH covered the lower half of his face and yelled strangely: "I won't go, I won't go!"

"It's as if someone asked you to go by name," HANK snarled, "Let's not choose the two of us who are good-looking, but choose you? I'm afraid the director of the program will lose his job."

The staff stood aside with their hands down, smiling without saying a word.

FAITH felt that he had been hit by [-] critical points. He jumped over and beat up his teammates: "You are insulting my appearance!"

"Do you have that thing to insult?"

"..." FAITH vomited blood.

Shang Zhongen cut off justice and choked each other, and the others were overjoyed to see it.

"Okay, okay, hurry up, Xiaoniao, you and... Forget it, Xiaobu can't speak Chinese well, and the effect on the show is not good. Then you go and record with God Z." The manager stood up, "Boss Han said It makes sense, you two are good looking and have many fans, you can best represent our JHG team."

Rong Ling took off his earphones in silence, and stood by the door.

Liao Yi, who was lying on the table, was poked by BUBOR, he rubbed his nose and got up, turned his head and sneezed into a place where no one was around.

"Tsk, I'm afraid I'll be nervous on the show."

"Are you still nervous?" Ah Tong shook his head and smiled, patted him and encouraged him, "Okay, you guys hurry up, finish the recording early and everyone go back to the base early, don't quarrel in front of the camera."

Liao Yi muttered: "I don't want to quarrel with him, but I really want to show off my affection."

The noise outside the door covered his quiet voice, Rong Ling turned his head and gave him a strange look.

Arriving at the "commentary booth" set up by the program team outside the arena, Liao Yi looked around. The lighting was just right here, facing the courtyard, and the glass dome cast bright light, refracting dazzling spots of light.Perhaps because it is located on the top floor, the escalator rotates coldly and quietly. On the side is a safe fire escape, the door is ajar, and a green warning light is on the top of the door.

Seeing Rong Ling and two people coming over, the staff who were chatting, resting or debugging the equipment immediately surrounded them excitedly.

"Oh, that's great," the host in charge of this program beamed with joy, "The number of clicks and playback rates of the ace commentator in this episode will definitely set a new record. Two handsome guys, come and read the script first. In fact, there are not many requirements. Mostly it's up to the two of you to play freely."

While the two were reading the book, the makeup artist came over to touch up their makeup and do their hair.

Are you here to play a game? They all came here after taking a shower and washing their hair before they set off. Up to now, when they get close, they can still smell the clean and pleasant fragrance of the two of them.

The make-up artist joked: "Did you JHG uniformly distribute daily necessities to the players? You both use the same brand of shampoo and body wash, right?"

Rong Ling and Liao Yi looked at each other, smiled, and avoided the eyes of the makeup artist with some guilt.

Yesterday... To be precise, it should be four or five o'clock in the morning. Liao Yi was afraid of disturbing his roommates to sleep, so he went to the public bathroom lightly with the pile of things he washed.

It happened that Rong Ling was also there, trying to clean up the things in his body with an awkward expression.

Liao Yi's eyes lit up, his wolf blood boiled, he rushed over with a whimper, dragged him in and locked the door, covered by the sound of splashing water, he dragged him out for almost an hour.

When he came out, Rong Ling was dripping wet, his face was so red that he could bleed, his face was so red that he could bleed due to the steam or some other reason, his eyes rolled around, and there was a lazy romantic look between his brows, which made Liao Yi's heart thump.

He tried to grab Rong Ling, but Rong Ling slapped his paw off.

"Don't touch me, I'm annoying."

Rong Ling tidied up his things in embarrassment, and left with unsteady steps.

The things in the body were cleaned up, but they were quickly made worse by Liao Yi... Rong Ling thought to himself, in the future, he must never trust that stupid bird who is shameless and impatient and doesn't know what restraint is!

It took him a little longer to clean up the second time!

Thinking of this, Rong Ling's ears turned red quietly, while Liao Yi dragged his chin, smacking his lips with endless aftertaste.

"How do you like the script?" The host came back again.

The two hurriedly restrained their divergent thinking, and nodded in response, "It's okay" and "I'm watching."

Seeing that they were almost ready, the host signaled for a warm-up first, the camera was in place, the microphone was turned on, 3, 2, 1——

"Hi everyone, welcome to the ace commentator of this issue. I am Airbird, the assistant of the JHG team."

"I'm Zerol the jungler."

One was smiling at Yan Yan, and the other was expressionless.

The contrast is so cute that the surrounding staff cover their hearts.

The author has something to say: Well...I'm a bit busy at work today, so I'm late

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