Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

The top four teams in the world finals are LCK No. 1 seed, LCK No. [-] seed, No.[-] and JHG from North America.

Starting from H City to the venue of the semi-finals, Liao Yi whispered something before pulling off the blindfold, others may not have heard it clearly, but Rong Ling heard it clearly.

"There are fewer and fewer people staying."

The plane took off and landed, and a few hours later, they met the North American team on the bus picked up by the organizer.

A few boys from North America saw JHG and his team, showing bright and warm smiles. Their captain, a jungler with blue eyes, jumped up and shouted Zerol to come over and give Rong Ling a firm hug.

Liao Yi: =口=! ! !

Throwing down the luggage, Liao Yi rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush up to grab someone, his hair stood on end, and fire was about to burst out of his eyes.

Belittle my man in front of me, are you looking for cuts!

Rong Ling pushed away the extremely enthusiastic North American jungler, straightened his messed-up clothes, and glanced back, with a warning in his eyes, so Liao Yi had to hold back his temper and stay where he was.

"Hi! Dude, I heard that your flight arrived half an hour later than ours, so we decided to wait for you at the airport... Do you want to have a drink together in the evening?"

Patting away the paws that came from the North American jungler, Rong Ling glanced at him and flatly refused: "No, we have a training match tonight."

"Oh!" The blue eyes of the North American jungler were full of disappointment, which made people feel a little unbearable, "Dear Zero, why don't you ask us to play a training match? You know, as long as you ask, I will agree to anything."

Liao Yi raised his eyebrows when he heard it, and a sour taste appeared on the back of his tongue.

Ouch, this kid seemed to be the one I met in the bathroom last time, and he promised everything. He said it lightly in front of me, so it's exposed now!

What is your relationship?

Rong Ling looked indifferent: "You think I'm stupid, asking you to make an appointment for a training match? Don't worry, we will not expose our tactics rashly. In order to deal with you, we will go all out and blow you up on the field."

The North American jungler grabbed the team translator and waited anxiously. The translator looked at JHG in embarrassment, and said to him quickly in a low voice.

After listening to the translated sentences, the North American jungler was not angry at all. He patted Rong Ling on the shoulder and said loudly: "Man, to thank you and your teammates, if you are willing to come out to drink with me at night, I will I will tell you the tactics we have prepared, how about it?"

Rong Ling's heart fluttered for a moment, but he quickly controlled himself.

False and real, soldiers never tire of deceit.

Who knows how many sets of tactics they have prepared, what if this attitude itself is a trap?

Still don't be greedy, so as not to be tricked.

Waving his hand, Rong Ling pursed his lips to express his refusal. Soon, the air-conditioned bus drove out of the airport and headed towards the urban area along the expressway around the city. The car gradually became quiet. Induce drowsiness.

Rong Ling leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes drowsily.

"Are you asleep?" Liao Yi leaned over crookedly and shouted at him, "God Z...Rong Ling?"

Rong Ling ignored him.

After looking at Rong Ling for a long time and seeing no response, Liao Yi pursed his lips, turned around muttering and did not speak again.

Rong Ling couldn't help laughing when he heard what he was muttering. One sentence asked him what happened to the North American jungler, and the other question asked why the North American jungler should thank the JHG team.

nothing happened.

Thank you for educating the mid laner in the K1 team hard.

After all, there was a lot of uproar when the news was revealed before, and the overseas party fans moved the news outside the wall, and other competition areas also knew about the behavior of the North American friend.And their opponent in the semi-finals happened to be the team that the North American mid laner had played for before. It is said that the trouble was quite unpleasant at the beginning, and Nakano was decisive.

The mid laner patted his butt and ran to K1. It seemed that his old teammates were very emotional. Knowing that the K1 team was unlucky, they were so happy.

Shaking his head, Rong Ling turned his face away, and saw his own reflection through the water-stained glass window, with an obvious smile on his lips.

Rong Ling smiled to himself tiredly, closed his eyes again, and seized the time to take a nap.

In order to prepare for the semi-finals, the team closed their doors for training. From opening their eyes in the morning, they played until midnight. The 9 training games every day were overwhelming.

very tired.

Not only physically tired, but also mentally tired.

The club will transfer all the youth training and substitute players, internal training and external competitions.Playing games has gradually evolved into a mechanical instinct. Even in sleep, the players' hands will twitch unconsciously, imitating the actions of tapping the keyboard and pressing the mouse.

Sometimes playing too much and playing very annoyingly, the players will inevitably explode in mentality.

Brawls can easily break out in the training room.

After the quarrel, the coaching team and the psychological counseling team will take turns chatting with them, comforting everyone, and enlightening those who are emotional.After a few days, Rong Ling felt that he seemed to have entered a mysterious and mysterious realm.

It's hard to describe that feeling, as if she has transcended the shackles of the world, and doesn't pay much attention to winning or losing.

At the same time, for Rong Ling, every plant and tree in the Summoner's Canyon seems to have become concrete, blending with the three-dimensional world he lives in...

The body bumped up and down, and Rong Ling opened his eyes tremblingly. He vaguely heard the roar of Baron Nash from the dragon pit in the distance. Pressing the center of his eyebrows, Rong Ling forced himself to distinguish between the game and the reality.

He was sleepy, but not soundly.

All the cells in his body were frantically agitated, just waiting for an outlet to vent.

Maybe the game will come sooner so that he can truly be relieved.

Everyone rushed to the hotel for the whole night, got up early in the morning and ran to the training room to start the game, Liao Yi came earlier than everyone else, when Rong Ling came over, he glanced at his face, the eyes of this person were flushed, The cheeks were sunken, a bit haggard and frightening, which startled Rong Ling.

"Hey, you...have you had breakfast?" Rong Ling touched Liao Yi carefully, and handed over the soy milk in his hand.

Liao Yi turned his head in a daze, stared at Rong Ling for a few seconds, his eyes slowly focused, he didn't know what Rong Ling asked just now, so he could only say ah, even he himself didn't understand what he wanted to express.

Seeing him like this, Rong Ling was a little angry, put the thin tube to his mouth, and ordered in a cold voice: "Open your mouth and drink!"

The warm and sweet liquid with fresh bean aroma entered his mouth, and Liao Yi's numbness suddenly came to life. He blinked, bit the thin tube, took a deep breath, and his cheeks puffed up.

Rong Ling subconsciously reached out to touch his face.

With a smile in his eyes, Liao Yi stepped back against the straw with the tip of his tongue, and pushed the soy milk towards Rong Ling: "I've already drank it, it's your turn."

"Did you neither eat nor sleep?" Rong Ling asked with a frown while squeezing the soy milk.

"Hey," Liao Yi turned back to the computer again, "I don't know, it seems to be, I didn't pay attention."

"You'd better pay attention to me," Rong Ling said angrily, and knocked him on the head. "It's only two days before the semi-finals. If you fall down when the time comes, I promise I won't finish with you."

"It's never over." Liao Yi blew a kiss to him, "Anyway, there is no end between us."

Hank, who rushed into the house with a fried dough stick in his mouth, only heard half of the conversation. He took a breath, grabbed the fried dough stick in his hand, chewed a few mouthfuls, pulled a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and asked while turning on the phone: "What did you two just say? What am I hearing outside the door?"

"fine."

"Ah."

Rong Ling and the two answered very tacitly.

It is said that good spirits do not have bad spirits.

Rong Ling didn't expect that he would poison Liao Yibo.

On the day of the semi-finals, the manager and the translator knocked on the door one by one to wake them up, and went outside the room where the bot lane duo lived. It took a long time to knock on the door, revealing BUBOR's weeping face.

"What, what should I do?" Tears rolled in the eyes, and BUBOR grabbed the translator A-Tong helplessly, "Xiao Yi, I can't scream..."

Everyone was shocked.

At this juncture, there must be no accidents!

In the room, Liao Yi was wrapped in the quilt, his face was extremely flushed, his breathing was heavy, and the tips of his hair were wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead in strands.

After taking his temperature, the manager Xiao Tian was almost stunned by the number displayed.

39.8 ℃！

After the turmoil, everyone in the team got the news of Liao Yi's high fever. The team members gathered together, anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He wanted to rush out several times, but was stopped by others.

"God Z!"

"Don't go there, what if it infects you?"

"Then infect me!" Rong Ling shouted, "What's the big deal!"

His aggressiveness made the others speechless for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, HANK squeezed out a smile: "It seems that God Z really wants to win, and would rather get sick for the sake of the game."

FAITH hurriedly glanced at the expressions of the others, and echoed: "Why don't you give me your illness, I have rough skin and thick flesh, which is different from the little bird's body, and I can resist it."

"You think you are still playing meat tank top order."

Rong Ling realized that he had lost his composure, he lowered his arms, and tried his best to suppress his impatience.He rubbed his face hard, then raised his head, except for a look of panic in his eyes, Rong Ling was fine.

Time passed minute by minute in a state of anxiety, Liao Yi hurried to the competition venue and completed the pre-match registration in time.Stepping into the waiting room, Liao Yi was overwhelmed by the greetings from his teammates, he couldn't help but backed away.

"Little bird, how are you doing now?"

"The fever hasn't subsided yet," Ah Tong answered for him, his face full of worry, "the doctor gave him an injection to reduce the fever, and even gave him an IV. Xiaoniao said he felt much better, so he insisted on going back. Radu can't hold back."

Turning his head and coughing a few times, Liao Yi smiled and said, "I'm sorry for making everyone worry. I'm really fine. It's just a BO5. I can play."

The teammates were very moved, and they pulled him to sit down, and someone jokingly said: "Everyone is very worried when we know you are sick, especially God Z, who is afraid that you will be sick and unable to play, so he told us that he would rather put your body on the field. infected him with the disease."

"Really?" Liao Yi looked over to Rong Ling from the crowd, Rong Ling was sitting alone in the corner with earphones plugged in, indifferent to everything around him.But his appearance is just what Liao Yi likes to see the most, the more he looks at it, the more he likes it, his heart itch, Liao Yi whispered: "He really wants to, but I can't bear it."

The author has something to say: Liao Yi: Training match?No date, uncle, we don't make a date

Rong Ling: Sick?No date, we don't date

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Happy weekend, a little angel left a message saying that I can’t read the chapters. I cleared the cache in the background, and I should be able to read them now~

And it’s really not that I made trouble on purpose, just like the college entrance examination, the pressure is too great, the review is tiring, and if you don’t rest well, your resistance will drop, and you will be very easy to get sick

Seeing that the college entrance examination is coming in a few days, I pray for all the little angels who are about to take the exam

I hope you can get through the last few days, adjust to the best state, and play perfectly, okay?

Come on!