Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

When the shadow of the car was no longer visible, Liao Yi heaved a sigh of relief and turned his head.

Rong Ling stared at him intently.

"where are they?"

"Oh, they're still eating." Rong Ling gestured behind him.

The two stood by the roadside, looked at each other quietly, and didn't speak for a while.

"That..." Liao Yi scratched his head and smiled uncomfortably, "Are you full?"

In fact, Rong Ling has not recalled the taste of the hot pot meal just now. He obviously likes things very much, eating them is like chewing kraft paper in his mouth, his stomach is heavy, and there are some subtle pains spreading.

He shook his head, expressing that he did not want to go back.

Liao Yi said: "Then let's stroll back."

There is no objection to tolerance.

Walking slowly along the street shrouded in summer night, Liao Yi whispered: "I didn't expect the old man to come running over suddenly, did he scare you?"

"...Well, a little bit." Rong Ling felt bored and flustered for a while, and he was even more annoyed when he didn't take out the cigarette case after groping for a long time.

"I see that you haven't talked much all night, so I'm worried, but with the old man and Xiaoxi in front of you, I can't find a chance to talk to you properly." Liao Yi stretched out his hand to hold Rong Ling, and Rong Ling was in his pupils. "I'm sorry, baby, I promise you, this scare will never happen again."

Rong Ling withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes and stared at his toes: "It doesn't matter."

Liao Yi sensed that he was not in the right mood, and tilted his head to look at Rong Ling's expression: "What's wrong with you?"

"..." Rong Ling turned his head, unwilling to be looked at by him like this, but Liao Yi just didn't let him go, no matter how he tried to escape, Liao Yi would catch up to him, and stared into his eyes frankly and persistently, making Rong Ling Ling was even more flustered, as if he was a little bit shorter in front of Liao Yi, "Tsk, I was sponsored by your grandfather before, and you are the grandson of my benefactor. Now you finally know about it."

"I've always known." Liao Yi put one hand in his pocket and said relaxedly.

Rong Ling suddenly turned his head and stared at him: "!!!"

Slightly bent over and leaned closer to Rong Ling, Liao Yi smiled and flicked the tip of his nose with his fingers.

"I've known about this for a long time. You may not remember some things, no wonder...it's been such a long time, and you try hard to forget, it's normal if you don't remember me." Liao Yi Shrugging his shoulders, even though he was talking with a smile, the disappointment between his brows was still hard to hide.

Rong Ling was taken aback, and grabbed Liao Yi's arm: "You mean... we met before? You know everything about me?" His voice trembled faintly, as if he had been stripped naked Fear, inferiority complex and shame standing in front of a magnifying glass.

Liao Yi raised his eyebrows: "That's not true. I only know that my grandfather wants to help you, but I don't know much about your past experience."

Looking at him in bewilderment, Rong Ling couldn't find his voice, and his mouth was bitter, with an indescribable taste.

Looking left and right, Liao Yi quickly caressed Rong Ling's cheek, and lightly twirled his earballs.

"I thought you would recognize me, but after waiting and waiting, you still couldn't remember the kid with glasses at the beginning, which made me very depressed. But forget it, anyway, I chased you in the end , the past, if you can’t remember it, you can’t remember it, it’s not too serious. At least we are together now, and it will be the same in the future. "

After speaking with a smile, Liao Yi let go of his hand, humming in a good mood and took a step forward, putting his hands in his pockets and walking forward step by step.

Rong Ling was stunned for a long time, stepped forward to catch up, and kept asking: "You said we met before, when? I don't remember anything... Hey, Liao Yi!"

After eating a hot pot meal, everyone returned to the base and entered the training room noisily.

Seeing that Liao Yi was qualifying with the computer on by himself, someone asked, "Little bird, where is God Z? Didn't you come back together?"

"I don't know," Liao Yi took the time to turn around, "God Z said he has a headache, go to sleep."

"……Oh."

"Don't bother him, he can't sleep enough and has a temper." Liao Yi added with a smile.

Before closing the door of the dormitory, Rong Ling threw him a sentence "I want to be quiet", there are too many things to digest, give him some time and space, Liao Yi feels that he is very caring, he can be said to be a model male ticket.

Hmm, no problem.

Secretly give yourself 1 likes.

Downstairs, Liao Yi was humming and playing RANK in a good mood.

Upstairs, there was an old mirror frame next to Rong Ling's pillow, turned over, he opened his eyes, and pressed his fingers on the warm surface of the mirror frame.

Liao Yi gave this to him, in order to "awaken" Rong Ling's goldfish-like memory.

Tolerantly dissatisfied, but unable to refute.

This pair of glasses seemed to evoke certain pictures buried in his memory. During Liao Yi's narration, those pictures became more and more clear, wrapped in the clear cold wind, finally blowing away the last layer of veil.

He tossed and turned, unable to calm down for a long time.

Unconsciously, he grasped the mirror frame tightly.

If Liao Yi hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten that such a small episode happened when he skipped class all day long to go to the Internet cafe to play games.The story is very simple, a boy wearing glasses, not tall, dressed in a neat unfamiliar school uniform, is out of place in an Internet cafe that is filled with the smell of cigarettes, alcohol and sweat that lingers for a long time.Someone had a bad attitude, stared at the boy, and took the money in his pocket while he was not paying attention.When the boy finished using the computer, he had no money to pay the bill, and was blocked by the network administrator at the door, unable to move in or out.

Rong Ling was also young and energetic at the time, so he pulled the spectacle boy aside, found Uncle Huoya who was resident in the Internet cafe, and bet three rounds with him, 10 yuan each.At the end of the three sets, Rong Ling didn't show mercy, he sniped the other side's brains in CS, looking for teeth all over the place.

Willing to admit defeat, the man had no choice but to take out three 10 yuan bills and pat them into Rong Ling's hands.

When he got the money, Rong Ling was elated, he took out one in distress, and paid for the internet fee for Yan Zai, who admired him endlessly, but Rong Ling immediately turned his back on him and didn't dump him at all, holding on to the remaining two bills, looking for The network administrator turned on the machine in the farthest corner, and started playing games with full concentration.

The glasses boy stood silently beside him.

For several days in a row, I came every day, and I didn’t play the computer, just stood beside Rong Ling, watching Rong Ling killing all directions in the game world without moving. smile of joy.

"...You don't know how good-looking the look in your eyes is, I thought at the time, how can there be such a person in the world, whether it's looks or the look of being happy after winning the game, they all grow according to my preferences , it just suits my appetite, which makes me extremely rare."

The words Liao Yi whispered in his ear were so hot that Rong Ling could not help but flinch.

He raised his hands to cover his face, touched the tips of his ears, and rubbed them vigorously.

After a long time, a sigh sounded from inside the room: "...a crime."

Inexplicably, Rong Ling felt a sense of guilt for abducting the future flowers of the motherland too early.

He covered his hot face, his mind was full of Liao Yi's face.

The shallow pear dimples on one side of the cheek, the naughty and handsome little tiger teeth, are very childish when they smile, but they always show a calmness and reliability beyond their age in some places.

It wasn't until this moment that Rong Ling finally understood why people in love like "fate".

When I think of the other party, my heart can't help being wrapped in sweetness. It is both reassuring and warm, and my heart is constantly beating happily. I believe that I can look forward to the future with him...

As long as you are with him, nothing is impossible.

The next day, Liao Yi got a specially approved half-day leave, sent his grandfather and Xiaoxi to the plane, and immediately rushed back to the base without stopping to prepare for the battle with everyone.

With the finals just around the corner, Liao Yi stepped up his training again, staying up all night until five or six in the morning, going up to sleep until noon, and then hurried downstairs to join the training match.Rong Ling was on equal footing with him, the two were in a faint competition, neither of them would admit defeat, and they tried their best to show all their light and heat in the final.

These two lunatics were so aggressive that they frightened everyone else.

There are always people in the seats of the two of them when they enter the training room almost at any time, wishing to save the time for eating, to practice a few more moves, or to strengthen the alignment and supplement development... The two lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye Going on, until the end, the coach and the others couldn't stand it anymore, forcibly pulled out the network cable, pressed their heads to force them not to touch the computer, eat well, sleep well, or go out for a walk to divert their attention from the game.

If you continue to practice, I am afraid that people will become stupid.

Staring at the computer screen for a long time, Liao Yi's eyes were particularly burdened. When he walked out of the small building of the base, he let out a oops and raised his hand to block the sunlight, tears streaming down his face.

Rong Ling held his head down, frowned and looked at his bloodshot eyes.

"Don't move, why are you so popular!"

Liao Yi was so uncomfortable that his face wrinkled into a bun. He struggled to avoid it, and raised his hand to rub it: "It's uncomfortable... I can't open it..."

"No, dirty hands!"

Rong Ling stopped him, grabbed his wrist, carefully pressed the other hand under Liao Yi's eyelid, and took a closer look...

Outside the base, there are many "passers-by" who pretend to be wandering. They are not afraid of the heat, holding umbrellas, holding mobile phones, and lingering outside the door.Seeing someone coming out from the gate of the base, they immediately rushed forward excitedly, stretching their necks to try to identify.

The quick-handed person held up the phone and pressed the shutter without saying a word.

Click.

First shoot as a respect.

There are still a few days before the finals, and the supporters of the two teams are already full of gunpowder. Tieba, major e-sports apps, and commentators at home and abroad are making pre-match predictions, and the rhythm is flying.

All of a sudden, a photo just came out. Fans posted it on their Weibo, but they couldn't stop the people who posted it at the speed of light.

"Wow, it's JHG's jungler and support!"

"What's the matter with these two people?"

"So gay..."

At the same time, the high-rise "love each other and kill each other" known as Tieba Qingliu was also pushed up.

People who have never been used to JHG's team immediately had room to play, and those who caught the reply began to spray, scolding the brainless rotten girl, scolding JHG's dead mother, scolding the club for asking the navy to post spicy eyes on the top of the post bar...

"This is an e-sports post bar, not a place for groupies in the entertainment industry!"

"I wish the SGR team rubbing JHG on the ground, okay? The garbage club members, only know how to sell rotten fans to attract female fans to buy bags and clothes to make money..."

"Isn't it necessary to recognize a Korean as a father in the World Championship?"

"It's better to support the all-China class, SGR team UPUP"

SGR, the team that competed with JHG for the championship in the final, is a club that was re-named after being injected by an e-commerce company this season. It has played in the LPL for several seasons, and its results have remained in the middle. , The management system kept up, and a well-known coaching team was hired with a lot of money, but they played decently in the second half of the summer game.

However, among the audience, a certain statement was agreed by the vast majority of people, that is...

The author has something to say: sweet, sweet, sweet (～￣▽￣)～

The author, who was surrounded by flying soil, groaned feebly

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