Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

Little by little, his rationality came back, and Rong Ling remembered what he had done just now, and how he lost his composure in front of everyone.He couldn't help being embarrassed and anxious, Liao Yi spoke to him, although the words were not ambiguous, but the meaning revealed by the physical contact inevitably caused people to guess.

His heart was beating up and down, and although the roots of his ears were burning hot, his face was pale.

The other teammates looked the same, and after hearing what Liao Yi said to Rong Ling, they all nodded and their expressions were encouraged.

"The little bird was right."

"During the group stage last year, oops, I went, we were really sprayed at that time."

"We thought that we would lose anyway, and it's rare to come to the world finals. We should play hard and play our own style, and don't think about the final result...Let's fight naturally, but the better we play."

For a while, the atmosphere in the room became much more relaxed, and there were smiles on everyone's faces.

The coach nodded secretly, walked over and rubbed Liao Yi's head vigorously, and praised him, the future captain, for taking the initiative to provoke the team's burden and actively improve the atmosphere in the team.

Liao Yi was giggling, with a calm, generous and calm expression. He jumped to the other teammates, joked with them one by one, made faces, lifted his clothes and rubbed his stomach with a wronged expression, and made the others burst into laughter with a few words .

"What a treasure." Looking at Liao Yi's active figure, the coach shook his head and laughed.

Rong Ling sat uncomfortably in a corner, wanted to join his teammates, and was a little ashamed. Although the shadow of his failure to grab the dragon had dissipated a lot, it still made him brood.

Seeing the fleeting envy and uneasiness in his eyes, the coach dragged a chair and sat beside Rong Ling.

"The loss of the game is not your problem alone. If we implement the strategy in the early and mid-term more decisively and make no mistakes, we can end the game earlier. As a coach, I think you are no worse than any other team's jungler!"

"Is...really?" Rong Ling was a little stunned, and looked up at the coach in surprise and joy, "But I really played badly today, I... I don't even know how we lost, I think we should I did it all."

While talking, Rong Ling lowered his head, his hands were hanging on his knees, and he unconsciously clenched into fists.

The coach saw it, he sighed in his heart, and slowly patted Rong Ling's hand. He didn't say anything extra, but told Rong Ling: "Calm down for the next few days and prepare for the next game. Don't look at your phone. Don’t read the reviews online either.”

It was because he was afraid that he would not be able to let go of what the troll said, which would affect his mentality.

Rong Ling calmed down a little, he couldn't see a trace of blame for his failure to grab the dragon from the coach's sincere eyes, knowing that the coach always said what he said, and punished him when he should be punished, his face turned a little bloody, and he bowed his head and responded softly.After thinking about it, Rong Ling simply turned off the phone and pulled out the card in front of the coach.

The world is completely clean.

The schedule is tight, and wasting time is wasting life. The JHG team returned to the hotel soon.

Fans who specially flew from other places to watch the game and cheer them on waited and waited at the hotel entrance, but they were all in vain, and there was no trace of any team members.

A few well-dressed girls wandered around the hotel, holding or carrying small gifts that they hand-painted or customized at their own expense. Players shouted cheers.

A short girl trotted over with the brim of her hat pressed down, panting and told her companions: "I saw a car with the name JHG written on it in the underground parking lot—there's no one on it."

"Then they should have already returned to the hotel," one of the girls who seemed more competent murmured, "Tomorrow's game is the first one, and they may be busy with training."

"That can't be helped, we can't disturb their training."

"Yes."

The few present are the backbone of the fans. They never miss the live broadcast of the team members on weekdays. The players play RANK to forget about eating and sleeping, and frequently miss the meal time. When they think of the player losing the first game, they will go back with all their strength. He must not be able to take care of eating during training, so he couldn't help but show a distressed and tearful expression.

"Why don't we collect some local specialties and send them over, and contact the managers and staff on the Internet, and tell them that it's our fans' wishes. What do you think?" the more capable girl suggested.

Some people thought it was a good idea, while others were against it.

"The management of our JHG club is one of the best in the country. The food must have been arranged by the logistics guy. No matter how hard we work to deliver it, they won't eat it, and they won't eat it. What if they eat too much and have a stomachache? ?”

"Then what do you think we should do?" The girl who proposed twitched irritably, "It's a rare time for us to come here, do nothing, and just go back in despair like this?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Several girls traveled thousands of miles from other places to ask for leave. It cost thousands of dollars to book air tickets and hotels.

"Go back," the tall girl standing at the end without saying a word lowered her head and pressed her phone, sighing, "Our team lost to the wild card team, and now the whole network is mocking and scolding everything. We don't care what we do. Anything that brings hatred to the players, giving food and gifts, in the eyes of the trolls is the original sin, and it is the chief culprit for the team's poor performance."

They have all experienced online scolding battles several times. Thinking of the ugly faces of the trolls, the girls couldn't help shivering.

Someone backed down: "Then I'll go to the game early tomorrow, and find an opportunity to hand over the gifts I brought to God Z outside the court in advance."

"Yeah, I think so too. After today's game, God A's expression hurts me so much. I hope that if I win tomorrow, I can see a familiar smile on his face."

With the first one, there will be the second, and the third. It didn't take long for the fans to give up the idea of ​​blocking the players at this juncture.The girls made an appointment with each other to find a place to eat nearby, but they didn't expect to meet several members of the proud K1 team not far from the hotel.

Although this team has some disgraceful performances in domestic competitions, it is still one of the three representative teams of the LPL. Since the fans have bumped into each other, although they are a little shy, they have no intention of avoiding it. Courage came forward to say hello, asked for an autograph and a group photo, and added a few words of encouragement.

Feng Zhou stood at the back wearing a hat with a gloomy expression. His eyes turned and fell on the bags in the hands of several fans.

A hand-painted round fan poked its head out from the pocket, with the words "Heavenly King Gaidihu, A God [-]" written on it.

Feng Zhou frowned, staring intently at the girls who took photos with their teammates and asked for autographs.

The North American mid laner has been very depressed for a few days since the last fight was exposed, probably because he was reprimanded by his coach and agent, he restrained his words and deeds, and cut off contact with the few female fans who had been ambiguous before.

Although the record was not good in the second half of the regular season, relying on the foundation laid in the first and mid-term and the outstanding performance in the bubbling match, the North American mid laner helped the team enter the World Finals. In the first game of the group stage, they defeated the North American No. [-] seeded team.

The North American mid laner was very proud of defeating his former teammates with his own hands. While signing autographs for fans, he stammered in substandard Chinese and asked them if they had eaten.

Several girls laughed together shyly, the one who was asked had bright eyes but smiled silently.

"If you don't eat... shall we go together?" the North American mid laner offered to invite.

The fans were flattered and agreed without thinking too much.

So the two parties joined forces and walked to the high-end Japanese grocery store not far away.

Feng Zhou put his hands in his pockets. He didn't miss the eyes of the North American mid laner staring deeply at the beautiful female fans. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

The round fan flickered in front of his eyes, Feng Zhou recovered his gloomy expression, and decided not to mind his own business.

According to that man's habit, he would never give up if he didn't flirt with the pretty girl who came to his door... But if something happened, what did it have to do with him?

Anyway, that's a fan of the JHG team Airbird!

Feng Zhou squinted his eyes, and there was some anticipation in his heart...

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In the hotel, the five starting players of JHG and the two substitutes were all sitting in front of the computer. The time was tight and the tasks were heavy, and they didn't dare to relax.

The take-away lunch boxes bought by the logistics guys were scattered aside, and the team members took a few bites in a hurry and threw them away.

The weather is hot and I have no appetite.

I lost the game and lost my appetite.

Nervous, even less appetite.

There will be a training match at 7 o'clock, and we will play until more than 10 o'clock, with less than half an hour of rest, and another training match at 11 o'clock.

It wasn't until late at night that the team members stood up, yawned and rubbed their eyes, and lazily walked to their respective rooms.

Liao Yi went into the room and fell into the bed, not wanting to move.

FAITH in the same room walked halfway, and was abducted by a large bag of snacks that the translator bought for Xiaobu.Liao Yi was lying on the bed, thinking that the door seemed to have been forgotten, but he was too tired to lift his arms... The sound of footsteps came, and the door was gently pushed open and closed until the mattress sank, and Liao Yi finally He raised his head abruptly, staring at Rong Ling who was less than a foot away from him.

"...Why are you here?" After opening his mouth in a daze for a long time, Liao Yi finally recovered his voice.

Rong Ling ignored him, reached out and pulled Liao Yi's shoulders, turned him over, straddled him, and pushed Liao Yi's T-shirt up to his chest.

Liao Yi almost jumped up.

He was shocked.

Turning his head and looking towards the door, Liao Yi persuaded dutifully: "Fatty is in the room with me, he will come back at any time...Baby, I know you want to do it, but you don't have enough time, you know my staying power Yes." While speaking, he purposely gently pushed his hips up, his voice and expression extremely ambiguous.

With a cold face, Rong Ling slapped Liao Yi on the stomach.

"Be honest with me." After speaking, he lowered his body and examined Liao Yi's abdomen carefully.

No matter how hard the training is, Liao Yi always finds time to exercise. His muscles are smooth and beautiful, his back is like a waist, and his figure is straight.Now his flat and firm abdomen showed a touch of light blue color, Rong Ling lowered his eyelids when he looked at it, and slowly stretched out his fingertips, and stopped trembling when he was about to touch it.

Liao Yi:? ? ?

After a short pause, Rong Ling asked in a low voice: "...does it still hurt?"

"Ah? Oh...oh!" Liao Yi came back to his senses, and he patted his stomach carelessly, "It's okay, I'm skinny, I haven't felt it for a long time."

Before he finished speaking, Rong Ling pointed at the place and pinched it.

"It hurts!" Liao Yi screamed, his handsome face twisted, and he accused with tears in his eyes, "You, you murdered your own husband!"

Rong Ling moved his eyebrows, took out a small bottle of medicated oil from his jacket, poured it into the palm of his hand and rubbed it, spread his palm on Liao Yi's abdomen, from shallow to deep, from light to heavy, slowly rubbed the piece bruises.

With the medicated oil, the slightly cool palm was warmed by the scorching heat.

The author has something to say: Liao Yi: Baby, are you trying to make trouble?

Rong Ling: Yes, fuck you

Liao Yi: Quickly pinch me to see if I'm dreaming!

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I officially took up the post of shit shovel officer yesterday.

Almost didn't fall asleep all night, thinking about the two little babies

The dizzy author Zhu Zhazhao said that if you want to see meow stars, you can follow my Weibo, and I will often publish various daily life of meow raising

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