Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

Standing in the shadow not too far behind Liao Yi, Rong Ling put his hands in his pockets and took a few steps forward with no expression on his face.

This was the first time he took the initiative to talk to Liao Yi in reality, Rong Ling felt a little nervous, but fortunately his indifferent appearance can bluff people.

Liao Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought..."

Rong Ling's eyebrows moved.

Shaking his head, Liao Yi regained a smile on his face: "It's nothing. God Z, are you okay?"

Rong Ling pouted: "What can I do? Also, don't call me God Z, it feels weird."

Rong Ling didn't think there was anything wrong with other people calling him that, but when the same words came out of Liao Yi's mouth, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"zero."

Liao Yi's voice is mixed with a man's deep and mellow voice, and also has a little youthful vigor and vitality.

The ending sound rose slightly, like a spring breeze blowing past Rong Ling's ears.

The roots of his ears were burning, and Rong Ling subconsciously identified his face, using the interlaced light and shadow in the passage to cover up the unnaturalness on his face.

Strangely, he suddenly felt that his name was called very nicely.It's not like I haven't been called by others before, why didn't I feel it at all at that time...

What are you doing?Why do you feel weird?

By the way, after nearly two years, he returned to the bench again.

It must be because he left that familiar position that he was at a loss and confused.

"Zero, go to our lounge to watch the game together."

Liao Yi grabbed his wrist and pulled him all the way into JHG's training room. Rong Ling came back to his senses and was surrounded by JHG's team members and accompanying staff.

"Oh, isn't this Zerol?"

"I haven't seen you for a while, why do I think Zerol has grown taller?"

"It's not your illusion, he has really grown taller."

Unconvinced, Liao Yi gestured to Rong Ling: "Zero is not as tall as me."

The captain slapped Liao Yi on the head and cursed with a smile: "It's not big or small, Zerol is older than you, you have to call him brother."

puff.

Rong Ling turned his head and tried hard to hold back a smile.

Liao Yi stared straight at the arc of Rong Ling's lips, and his teammate gently pushed him on the shoulder: "Don't just stare blankly, the coach asked you to bring a chair for Zerol."

"……So lovely."

"What?" The teammate was at a loss.

Liao Yi smiled, but said nothing.

Sitting with JHG players watching their own team's game, Rong Ling felt both strange and fresh.

The situation seen from the perspective of God is very different from what one actually sees sitting on the field. Everyone discusses loudly when seeing key operations, analyzes the details of strategies and tactics, and exchanges their views.

Rong Ling listened carefully.

It was like returning to the time when he was in the youth training of the JHG club, which made him nostalgic.

Although the GES team made a lot of mistakes, but after all, relying on the higher personal strength of the players, they seized the opportunity to fight the opponent, pushed to the high ground, and won the victory.

"It's our turn next." The team leader clapped his hands and reminded everyone.

Rong Ling got up to say goodbye, and did not forget to say "Come on" before leaving.

"See you in the final." Liao Yi said with a smile.

Rong Ling also smiled when he heard the words: "Okay, see you in the final."

Back to the lounge used by the GES team, a roar burst out from the door.

"It's all my fault for losing the dragon team battle? The jungler has never come to help me, how can I develop without protecting me! Fuck!"

AD Aken slammed the door aggressively and left.

Rong Ling entered the room and saw that the atmosphere in the lounge was stagnant, and a chair was kicked to the ground.

When everyone saw Rong Ling, they all showed embarrassment, and the most embarrassing one was rookie jungler Feng Zhou.

Rong Ling watched the game just now, and he understood why Akon was so angry.

Although this version no longer takes the bot lane as the core, the ADC still plays an important role in the team. In the just-concluded game, the opponent dispatched a division of troops to catch Akon. He died again and again, and his level was directly behind the opponent by two levels. , Can Aken not be aggrieved?Once back in the break room he blew up.

Assistant Jin Ze looked at the others and muttered in a low voice: "I'll go find him." After speaking, he picked up their bags and quickly chased them out.

As the captain, top laner Xiong must have something to say at a time like this.

"That...Akon has such a temper. He speaks out loud and speaks without thinking." Scratching his head, Brother Xiong begged for help and looked at Rong Ling who was standing by the door.

Rong Ling walked over with a blank face, bent down and lifted the chair on the ground.

When passing by Feng Zhou, the young man standing with his hands down looked up at him fixedly: "Where did you go just now?"

Rong Ling frowned and stopped.

"none of your business?"

"Why is it none of my business?" Feng Zhou poked his neck, "What do you mean you got mixed up with JHG's people? Didn't let you start the game, so you plan to find another high branch?"

The others were too scared to speak.

Standing in front of Feng Zhou, Rong Ling sneered, turned around and left.

* *

The phone vibrated, and Rong Ling fumbled to hold the phone in front of him.

Moji weather: [warning of strong wind and cooling in the next three days]

Fingertips swipe across the screen, Rong Ling's arms are a little sore, so he lowers his arms and presses the phone screen down to his side.

"You ran to lie on the roof in such cold weather."

Ou Ge's face appeared in Rong Ling's field of vision. He put his hands on his knees, breathed out a few breaths, and extended his right palm to Rong Ling.

Borrowing his strength to get up, Rong Ling sat on the ground, the fire was extinguished between his fingers, and the last trace of smoke wafted from the cigarette butt.

"You are not in good health, smoke less." Ou Ge said, he took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it for Rong Lingling.

Rong Ling hummed softly: "The last one."

"Are you angry? This afternoon Feng Zhou..."

As soon as Ouge started, Rong Ling knew what he was going to say.The two have worked together in Nakano for two years, and they have a better understanding than the rest of the team.

"I'm not angry." Rong Ling's expression was still light, he exhaled a puff of smoke, and stared at them dissipating in the wind, "A newcomer, young and energetic, was sprayed by Aken and vented to me, it's no big deal La."

Ouge walked up to Rong Ling, put his hand on the rusty railing, and looked into the distance.

"Don't be so old-fashioned, you might be younger than him... Let me say, Ling, what are you thinking?"

Even he asked himself that.

Rong Ling closed his eyes, tiredness swept over him and overwhelmed him.

What do you think?

He had no idea what he "should" be thinking right now.

After extinguishing the cigarette he just lit, Rong Ling jumped up, patted the ashes on his clothes and pants, and walked into the building.

"Ah Ling, why are you going?"

"Play rank."

That night, Rong Ling's rank dropped a bit.

Teammates played very well in the jungle and refused to give up their positions. The bottom lane focused on replenishing troops and developing, and never joined the team. The numbers were inferior, and the output also had a gap. The result can be imagined.

Rong Ling is the kind of person who kneels more miserable and refuses to give up. When the beating is not smooth, he is less talkative than usual. He is full of breath and knocks on the keyboard.

Liao Yi took the initiative to break the silence.

"zero."

"Huh?" Rong Ling took a sip of the no-heat syrup.

"There is no game on the weekend, do you rest?"

Rong Ling thought about it, the arrangements of each club are not exactly the same, but generally speaking, on days when there is no competition, the players will be given holidays as usual.

"Why do you ask this?"

There was a light breath coming from the earphones, which sounded like a gentle sigh.

Liao Yi chuckled: "Let's go out on weekends."

After several breaths of silence, Liao Yi waited with his heart beating like a drum.

"Ahem!" Rong Ling accidentally choked the sugar water that was in his mouth, and sprayed it like a fairy flower.

"What happened?"

In some embarrassment, he pulled out a tissue and quickly wiped the keyboard and mouse, Rong Ling frowned distressedly: "I was scared by you. Ouch, no, I can't type anymore, my mouse got wet."

Liao Yi was a little depressed, and his voice lowered.

"My cooking pot, then I'll go to Electronic City to buy you a new one on weekends."

Rong Ling wanted to say that there was no need to travel so far, so he ordered one on Jingdong Taobao and delivered it to his door in the same city.

Liao Yi didn't give him a chance to refuse, and said firmly: "It's a deal, let's see you this weekend. What's your phone number?"

After sending the mobile phone number, Rong Ling looked at the dialogue window on the screen, and was stunned for a while, before he slowly realized that he seemed to be tricked by someone?

But that's fine.

It's not pleasant to be bored in the base, so I just have an excuse to go out for a walk.

Rong Ling leaned back, resting his head on the cushion of the massage chair, his eyes were empty.

He was locked up in the base all day and night to train and rank. How long has it been since he went shopping?

Can not remember.

Rubbing between his eyebrows, Rong Ling typed a sentence into the dialog box.

On weekends, I treat you to hot pot.

Liao Yi replied quickly:

Do you like to eat hot pot?I also like to eat spicy crayfish and grilled pork belly. I am not picky and easy to feed.

Rong Ling couldn't help but laugh.

He typed slowly, pressing one key at a time.

I don't like hot pot, I thought you would.

Liao Yi: Okay, then let's eat hot pot.

So, does he like hot pot?

This question was still lingering in Rong Ling's mind until he was about to go to bed.

The screen of the mobile phone placed by the bed lit up, and he took it over, it was a text message.

There are still 114 hours until the weekend, good night, God Z.

I told him not to call himself God Z, and he had to emphasize it again the next time we meet.

Rong Ling returned a text message: You too, have a good dream.

Save the number starting with 185 into the address book, Rong Ling put the phone on silent, and turned off the lamp.

Before going to sleep, a thought vaguely flashed through Rong Ling's mind.

Certain unpleasant recollections seemed to be absent from the evening.

Almost forgotten.

amazing.

* *

Cup qualifying continues over the weekend.

On the day before the game, Rong Ling went to the coach's office to fill out the application for leaving the base for the weekend.

When the last stroke was made, Rong Ling's vision blurred, and the application was taken away by the person standing behind him.

is the boss.

After reading the application content at a glance, the club owner dusted the page, and the paper made a rustling sound.

"Go out on the weekend, date your girlfriend?"

The man's eyes were full of unexplained inquiry, and there was also a kind of indescribable probing.

Rong Ling staggered the meeting of eyes, lowered his eyes and said calmly: "No."

Nodding to the coach, team manager and boss, Rong Ling turned and walked out.

Unexpectedly, the boss followed.

"Zero."

Rong Ling is not good at dealing with people, and he seldom talks with people he doesn't know well.

"Why do you run away as soon as you see me?" The man sighed, put one hand in his pocket, and stopped Rong Ling with the other, "Do you have any objections to me?"

Looking over in puzzlement.

"It's actually my intention to ask you to be a substitute." The man's deep gaze swept across Rong Ling's delicate and elegant facial features, pretending not to see the flash of surprise in the jungler's eyes.

"If the team wants to develop well, it must establish its own talent training mechanism. Give newcomers more opportunities and let them play games, so that they can play better and better and quickly integrate into the team."

The man lowered his voice and moved closer to Rong Ling.

"Couldn't it be because of this that you deliberately made trouble with me?"

The strong smell of cologne rushed into Rong Ling's nostrils.

The author has something to say: It seems that I have gastritis... I'm not sure yet, I will find time to go to the hospital to have a look after I finish my work

Waking up in the middle of the night in excruciating pain... Is it swollen to suddenly feel empathy for my family Rong Zero?

Rong Ling: Hehe (sneering)

Liao Yi: Zero, you need to drink more milk if your stomach hurts...

Rong Ling: Drink to paralyze you!