Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

"Is there anything good, just like that," Rong Ling stood there for a while, turned around as if nothing had happened, took off his coat and climbed onto the bed, "We are comrades-in-arms during the competition, and we are colleagues at ordinary times."

"Will ordinary colleagues thank you for your company and care over the past two years with red eyes when presenting the award?"

Liao Yi's voice was not high-pitched, and his tone was nothing special, but when it fell into Rong Ling's ears, he felt an uncontrollable anger rushing to his forehead.

"What do you mean by that?" Rong Ling pulled the quilt and turned to look at Liao Yi.

In the interlacing of half-bright and half-dark light and shadow, Liao Yi only left Rong Ling with a blurred outline.

"...It's nothing, I just asked casually." The low voice could not be concealed, Liao Yi sighed, pulled the quilt over his head, and burrowed in, "When will I be your best partner?"

The best partners can be Ueno, Nakano and the most common Bot lane duo.

Nosuke is the least likely.

Rong Ling couldn't even muster the strength to sigh, the deep sleepiness and exhaustion enveloped him and dragged him into sleep.

In the dream, he stood on the brightly lit stage, receiving cheers from all directions like waves, and the golden silk sheets falling from the sky fell on his hair and body one after another.Through the hazy white mist, Rong Ling looked to the side, and there was the best partner of the year who won the award together with him, those eyes were deep, big and bright, reflecting the fine light...

"Rong Ling, wake up, it's time to go downstairs and clock in, wages will be deducted for being late."

Liao Yi knelt beside the bed, propped his right hand on top of Rong Ling's head, and bent over to watch him.

Rong Ling looked back at him blankly for a few seconds, the sunlight coming through the curtains was shining brightly, he realized that this was reality, not a dream.

"Oh."

After responding, neither Rong Ling nor Liao Yi moved, and continued to look at each other up and down.

Liao Yi's eyes were gradually stained with a smile, and the end of his eyes raised a happy arc.

"Actually, I've been thinking just now... If you don't get up, I'm going to kiss you down."

"..."

After watching him for a while, Rong Ling slowly closed his eyes.

Liao Yi was stunned.

My heart felt as if it had been scratched severely by a cat's paw. It was itchy, and the beating frequency suddenly accelerated, and it was about to pop out of my chest.Amidst the deafening heartbeat, he bent down and lowered his head, approaching the corners of Rong Ling's lips that were unconsciously pursed...

Someone trotted along the corridor and knocked on the door of the dormitory.

"Little bird! Open the door, save, save—"

The two suddenly woke up from the subtle atmosphere just now, Liao Yi bounced off the bed, rushed to the door in a hurry, opened the door, and roared angrily: "Why are you looking for me?" ?”

HANK was stunned by his yelling: "...have you eaten gunpowder?"

Remembering what he was here for, Hank grabbed Liao Yi's arm and pushed him into the room: "By the way, little bird, I want to borrow your hair dryer."

Scratching his hair, Liao Yi heaved a sigh of relief and looked back at the bed. Rong Ling had already taken his things into the bathroom to wash up. He raised his finger and said, "It's in the second drawer on the left. Take it. Where's your huge expensive hair dryer?"

"I was trampled by the dog's fat man!" HANK complained to Liao Yi frantically, "He didn't wash his socks yet, they piled them all under the bed, they were so hard they could stand up!"

"You tell the coach."

"What's the use of talking! Fatty wants me to tell the manager so that he can apply to buy a small washing machine for our house, so he can save up his socks and panties and throw them in for washing..." As he spoke, HANK glanced across the dormitory , with approving eyes, "Little Bird, your house is nice, and the windows are clean."

Liao Yi laughed.

Usually after training, he closes his eyes and falls on the bed. He has a cleanliness habit. He can't see him getting into bed without taking off his shoes, socks, and coat. He yells and scolds him. He drags him up and forces him to wash his clothes every day. , but also to clean the room regularly and tidy up the desktop...

A few times he was too tired to move, so he pretended to be asleep.Rong Ling couldn't move him, so he kicked him on the ass angrily and helplessly, then turned around and helped him clean up everything.Liao Yi secretly opened his eyelids, staring at Rong Ling's busy back without end, feeling elated.

Drying his hair with a hair dryer, HANK fiddled with his hairstyle in front of the mirror, and straightened up in satisfaction.

"Here you go. Thanks, little bird."

"Forget it, anyway, Zero and I don't use it very much, you can take it first." Thinking of the situation when HANK almost broke into the door just now, Liao Yi pulled the plug and stuffed the hair dryer into his arms.

HANK took it, and hesitantly looked at Rong Ling who walked out of the bathroom: "Do you really want to give it to me?"

Rong Ling wiped his hair and looked at the two of them inexplicably: "What's going on?"

"Our Boss Han is very fond of his beautiful hair." Liao Yi put his legs on the table and dangled, and said with a smile, "every morning, he takes care of it carefully. I said that I will lend him our hair dryer first." .”

"Okay, no problem." Rong Ling put down the towel and walked to his cabinet, opened the cabinet door and rummaged through it, found a box and handed it over, "I have a new one here for you."

Holding the box HANK left contentedly, Liao Yi sat at the table, stared at Rong Ling who was wiping his hair and changing clothes for a long time before saying: "...Ling, I found that you are not cold at all."

Rong Ling smiled: "Others say that I'm not easy to get along with. You probably only believe what you said just now."

"You think it's impolite to give the used things to others, so you gave the new ones to HANK." Liao Yi lay down, rested his head on his arms, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Obviously you are very considerate of the people around you. , but you don't always like to explain more, others will misunderstand you."

His hands paused, the zipper got stuck, Rong Ling had to push the zipper back and pull it again.

"I don't know what you're talking about...Let's go, go down and clock in for dinner."

Liao Yi agreed with a smile, jumped up and followed Rong Ling downstairs.

The start of the Spring Split is getting closer and closer, and the team seized the time to let everyone get used to it and familiarize themselves with the new version of play.At the same time, they have to cooperate with officials and sponsors to complete a series of activities.

The coach and manager went out for a while, and returned to the training room to announce the evening's arrangements.

"what?"

"You want to take pictures again? Don't... I really don't want to take pictures."

The manager, Xiao Tian, ​​pushed his glasses and said, "I can't help but want to take pictures. There are official makeup photos, as well as our club's own new season promotional photos and videos. We will finish shooting in the next few days."

There were wailing sounds one after another in the training room.

A group of internet-addicted teenagers are usually lazy and sloppy. They pull on their slippers, don’t change their coats for days, and don’t bother to wash their hair when it’s cold... Let them be photographed by photographers like models. It is still difficult to get pentakill.

"Little Bird," the manager looked around the crowd, and finally called Liao Yi's name, "You are the future captain, come and be the face of our team in the new season."

Liao Yi turned pale in shock: "Why! I don't want to be a facade... Why don't you find God Z? He's so good-looking."

Hearing the sound, Rong Ling slid the mouse, and the position was caught by the policewoman's clip, boom!The screen went black.

The manager was a little embarrassed, he pulled Liao Yi aside and said a few words in a low voice, after that Liao Yi didn't shout anything, nodded and agreed to the assigned shooting task.

Although Rong Ling didn't hear exactly what they said, he could probably guess it.

Topic character, former GES star player, No. [-] domestic jungler Zerol, mysteriously transferred to the biggest competitor JHG team, replacing the team's former legend, can it become JHG's new carry point?

The media lead is written like this.

Netizens sarcastically called Rong Ling a house slave with two surnames.

Fighting jungler, this guy is like a dog, I can do it myself, JHG new season GG, betrayer...

People do not hesitate to treat this player with the greatest malice, no matter whether he has carried or not, anyway, now Rong Ling is in charge of traffic, any Weibo or news that brings him will definitely attract a large number of clicks and comments.

The editor did not want to let him go easily, and all kinds of irresponsible speculations were published one draft after another. Netizens and fans pinched back and forth for several rounds, but there was still no sign of a truce.

Under such a situation of public opinion, the management of the JHG team naturally cannot use Zerol as the core of the new season's publicity.

And Liao Yi is a talented young man cultivated by JHG. He has good skills and strength. sub option.

No matter from the perspective of the future development of the team, or from the perspective of publicity and commercial value, the AirBird player is worthy of everyone's expectations.

Rong Ling didn't have any psychological gap, nor any dissatisfaction.

It's Liao Yi and not anyone else, that's fine.

After the training game in the afternoon, the coaches, managers, and translators walked in, and greeted everyone to get on the car and head to a quiet store located deep in the alley of the old city.

The storefront is not big, sandwiched between several restaurants with smoke from cooking.

After entering the door, all the noisy fireworks in the world are shut out. The thick and shiny black wood complete set of Chinese tables and chairs, and the babbling Huangmei opera faintly come from behind, which reminds people of the old days that have settled in the rings of time. photo.

The person in the photo is wearing a Chinese tunic suit with a double-breasted button, with hale and bright eyes under the forehead hair.

After the man came forward and gave a brief introduction, everyone realized that this was an old shop that made custom-made suits by hand.

The makeup photos for the new season require everyone to wear suits.

How could a group of internet-addicted homeboys have such clothes in their closets? The last time Rong Ling wore a suit was when he attended the red carpet ceremony of the X Cup final.

The boss of JHG is generous. He heard that he had to wear a suit for the makeup, so he waved his hand:

Tailor-made a set for each of my contestants, anyway, I will have the opportunity to continue to wear it in the future!

—so here they are now.

Go in one by one to measure the size, and there are professional tailors who recommend styles, fabrics, collocations, and modify details for them...

Rong Ling and Liao Yi were leaning on the sofa, each holding a glass of lemon vitamin C tea.

"How long have they been in there?"

Liao Yi looked at his phone and said, "It's almost 20 minutes."

"Why so slow." Rong Ling clicked his tongue impatiently, and changed to a more comfortable position on the sofa.

Liao Yi looked at him, and was about to speak when the noise outside the door interrupted him, the two raised their heads, just in time to meet the eyes of the person who opened the door.

It's a group of people wearing GES uniforms.

Feng Zhou stood behind Brother Xiong, and the two looked happy and worried.The last person to step through the threshold is the owner of the GES club.

The author has something to say: Liao Yi is very happy: my male god is a good person. Wife, what should I do, I like it so much, I really want to do nothing every day and lie on the bed with him for a day... hehehehe

Rong Ling's backhand was just a slap in the face: Don't fucking dream, get up for me!Get off to training!