Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

Academy.

Rong Ling didn't expect that he was brought to an academy by Liao Yi.

"This academy was founded by my grandfather, and now I have an uncle to take care of it here," Liao Yi saw the surprised expression on Rong Ling's face, and explained with a smile, "You said there is no place to live, I I just thought of this...Zero, don’t you like this place? Let me tell you, it’s better to live in the mountains. The air in the mountains is very clean, and the wind blows on your body is very comfortable. The starry sky you can see at night is better than that in the city. I can see brighter, and..."

Rong Ling interrupted him: "I didn't say I didn't like it."

The old couple living in the academy led them into the back yard. The room was usually cleaned and tidy. After opening the window, the dull feeling in the room was quickly erased by the mountain wind.

pat.

There was a crisp sound of collision on the window lattice, Liao Yi walked over and closed the window, Rong Ling sat on the edge of the bed and watched him without saying a word.

"The wind blows on your body at night and it's cool, don't catch a cold." After Liao Yi finished speaking, he turned around and went out to bring in another electric heater. He squatted on the ground and adjusted the angle so that the heater faced Rong Ling.

After a short time, Liao Yi had already run in and out several times, fearing that the bedding would not be enough, he carried a new quilt inside, boiled a pot of hot water and put it on the table to dry, beside the kettle was a plate of rock sugar that looked pleasing orange.

"Ah, yes, I'm going to see if the bath water is ready." Liao Yi snapped his fingers, turned around and ran out again.

Rong Ling stroked the quilt, stared at a crease and became dazed again.

There were several knocks on the door.

The old man brought a hot water bottle: "Come on, take it and put it under the quilt to cover it."

Rong Ling looked up at the old man, with an uncomfortable expression on his face. He took the hot water bottle and said thank you in a low voice.

"Young man, don't be restrained. Just tell us what you need. Our academy is not big, but we always have things ready..." The old man smiled and prepared to leave.

Rong Ling hesitated for a moment, and called to stop him.

"Do you remember me?"

Liao Yi came out of the bathroom, and clumsily bumped into something standing under the wall, making a loud rattling noise.

"Xiao Yi, are you alright?" The old man in charge of the academy pushed his head out of the window.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Liao Yi jumped up on the spot, put his things in place, put the towel on his head, and waved at the old man: "Grandpa, go to bed quickly, going to bed late is not in line with your health regimen!"

"Stinky boy, don't stay up late, do you hear me?"

"Know it."

Jumping to the row of houses where he and Rong Ling lived, Liao Yi lightened his steps, and he went to Rong Ling's door and pushed.

The door is closed.

There was no light in the house.

Standing outside for a while, Liao Yi lowered his voice and asked in a low voice, "Ling...are you asleep?"

No response came.

"Going to bed so early..." Liao Yi scratched his hair that was still dripping, feeling a little depressed, "Didn't you go to bed early for e-sports as promised? Hey, forget it, then I won't bother you, you can sleep well. Good night ,zero."

Outside the house, Liao Yi's footsteps left, and inside the house, Rong Ling opened his eyes.

Lying on the bed, he heard Liao Yi enter the next room, open and close the door, all kinds of movements were magnified infinitely in the night.Having lived in the same room as Liao Yi for a few months, Rong Ling can imagine the little movements of Liao Yi's fumbling around before going to bed without looking at them.

He smiled, and the smile quickly disappeared from his eyes. Rong Ling touched under the pillow, took out an envelope, held it up and looked at it for a long time, but he still didn't open it.

Raising his arms a little sore, Rong Ling put the envelope back on his chest, crossed his arms and pressed it against his sore and hot eye sockets.

There was a warm liquid pouring up.

"...After you left, a year later, the academy will receive a sum of money every year. We opened a card and deposited all the money in it."

"How do you know it's..."

The old man patted Rong Ling's shoulder with his hand.

"You stared and said that you would definitely return it in the future, and I have never forgotten it." The old man sighed, "At that time, you refused to go to school without saying anything, and this was the first time I met a child with such a stubborn temper. Later we told you that this money should be considered as a loan to you. In the future, after you graduate from school, you are capable and earn money, and then slowly return it to us, you will agree. Brat, at the beginning you treated us as Are you a bad guy?"

"……sorry."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, I'm sorry," the old man smiled and patted Rong Ling's arm again, "We help children like you who have no money to study, not for fame, let alone for the rewards you give. It's just because we don't want to see you At the age when we should study, we were delayed by other things. In the process, we met many people, some believed in us, and some doubted us...It would be too much effort to explain them all, we They felt it was right to do so, so they continued to do it. After a long time, they will naturally understand."

"I didn't finish high school." Rong Ling lowered his head and pinched his palm, "I have no face to see you."

"Silly boy." The old man pretended to be angry, raised his hand and knocked on the top of Rong Ling's head, "So you just left without saying a word, and you have been gone for so many years. Mr. later came back to the academy to visit him a few times, he Every time I ask me about you and ask me if I have any news about you, my husband has always regretted it, and it would be great if I could help you earlier."

Rong Ling opened his eyes wide, his lips trembled slightly, he held the words he wanted to ask in his mouth, turned around and swallowed them back.

In the past, he only knew that the person who reached out to him was a very good-natured old man. He founded an academy here to accept some students who had nowhere to go, teach them how to read and write, and help them arrange to continue to go to the regular school. Going to school... It was only later that Rong Ling found out that besides being the dean of this academy, the old man also had a particularly remarkable identity - a famous educator and scholar.

Now Rong Ling knows that his benefactor is actually Liao Yi's grandfather.

dear grandpa.

Knowing this, Rong Ling's heart suddenly became very chaotic, like a ball of wool scratched by a cat.He didn't know how to react, this kind of embarrassment and inferiority at a loss exceeded Rong Ling's expectations.

So he pretended to be asleep and avoided it.

I don't want to see Liao Yi for now.

There are some things that he has been putting off thinking about, or it should be said that he subconsciously does not want to think about them.

Now...he had to think about it.

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Rong Ling woke up early in the morning.

He saw Liao Yi following the old man doing Tai Chi in the empty front yard.

Seeing Rong Ling, Liao Yi's eyes lit up, and he was about to run as soon as he retracted his legs. The old man put on a straight face and said something to Liao Yi. Unfinished punches continue to be punched.

The old man nodded with satisfaction.

The old lady served Rong Ling a bowl of steaming bean curd, and a few steaming sesame cakes were placed in a small bamboo basket.

Rong Ling thanked him softly, lowered his head to eat a few mouthfuls, then raised his eyes to look out of the window, the old lady followed suit, and said with a smile: "Xiao Yi, this child is good in everything else, except that he is very skinny, and he has grown into a young man in a blink of an eye. , but this temper has not changed."

The corners of Rong Ling's lips rose: "Well, he has a childish temper."

"Isn't it?" The old lady put a small clay pot by Rong Ling's hand, "He was very naughty when he was young, his grandfather invited someone to come to his house to teach him boxing, and even took time to teach him calligraphy and accompany him Let's play chess together."

"Huh? He still practices boxing?" Rong Ling was quite surprised.

"His grandfather said that practicing boxing can strengthen the body, and only in good health can one study well and live a happy life. He asked his master to teach Xiao Yixue some kind of internal martial arts. Tai Chi and Tai Chi sword are the most authentic ones. People come to teach, and there are other things, the names are too lingering for me to remember. Xiaoyi’s grandfather just made up his mind to temper Xiaoyi’s temper, and don’t let him just learn to be fierce and fierce.”

After the old lady finished speaking, she sighed: "We watched this child grow from such a small baby who couldn't even cry to what he is now. How time flies...Look at us, Xiao Yi, who is so talented Yes, I don’t know what kind of girl we will find in the future. We elders have nothing else to think about, just hope that he will give birth to a fat boy early, and help him take care of us while we can still walk..."

The old lady's words were like a heavy boulder, suddenly pressed towards Rong Ling, his breath was stuffed in his chest, he quickly lowered his head, stared hard at the twisted and twisted pattern on the side of the porcelain bowl, and didn't say anything again. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't look up again and continued to look out the window.

After punching, he stood with his uncle and grandpa under the eaves to tease the birds. Liao Yi ran in wiping his sweat. He called the old lady in a crisp voice, which made the old lady smile. Next to Ling, he directly picked up a bowl of soy milk from the table and drank it with his head up. After he finished drinking, he wiped his mouth, Liao Yi dropped the bowl, picked up Rong Ling, and ran out.

"Grandpa, grandma, we still have things to do, let's go first, don't wait for us to eat, we will solve it outside by ourselves!"

Rong Ling pulled his hand back forcefully, with a cold look on his brows: "Let go, don't pull, I'll go by myself."

Liao Yi looked back at him strangely: "Aren't we going to relocate my aunt's grave today?"

Yes, move the grave.

Rong Ling gathered himself together and didn't dare to turn his head to look at the academy. He was afraid that the two kind old men would see something, so he turned his head and walked quickly down the hill.

Returning to the old factory area, Rong Ling has changed his mind, he decided to keep things simple, and leave as soon as possible.

Going up the slope, the two found a few people standing on the road in front of the old house. Rong Ling scanned them casually and recognized a few old faces.

"What do you want?" Liao Yi stepped forward and pulled Rong Ling behind him, raised his chin and looked at those people very rudely.

"What's your business? It's not you I'm looking for," one of the men with hunched back, sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks and narrowed eyes, who looks like a thin monkey pointed at Rong Ling, "I'm looking for him."

Rong Ling looked at the other party with a cold expression on his face.

"I heard from my guy that you're back, so come over and have a look," the man spat on the ground and smiled with his mouth crooked. "By the way, I have something to discuss with you. The house is left here, and I usually leave it here." When I have nothing to do with your aunt, come here for a stroll, and watch for you. According to me, just give me this house, and you don’t care about it anyway.”

Liao Yi almost laughed out of anger.

Still discuss?This is simply a steal!

"No." Rong Ling didn't bother to say too much, so he replied two words.

"You say it again?"

Rong Ling raised his eyes and stared at the man: "I said, no, here! Want to extort money? I'd rather burn this place down. If I can't get it, you can't even think about it!"

After finishing speaking, Rong Ling took out the lighter from his pocket, lit it and waved it in front of the thin monkey, making the man lean back in fright.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Rong Ling couldn't help sneering, he raised his hand, and threw the lighter directly into the dry weeds half a person's height by the roadside.

With a whimper, the flames sprang up and quickly spread into one piece, with thick smoke billowing.

The few people brought by the thin monkey were all retreating.

The man was quite frightened, and when he came back to his senses, he stared at Rong Ling and cursed: "Fuck, your mother!" He swung the metal hammer in his hand and swung it at Rong Ling's head.

"My mother is dead! You won't be able to fuck even if you want to!" Rong Ling's eyes were red, he didn't care what was waving towards him, he bent down and bumped into the thin monkey.

The thin monkey was knocked backward by Rong Ling and fell to the ground. Rong Ling took advantage of his strength to ride on him, and hit him hard with his fist.First he was bumped, and then he was pressed on his chest by the weight of an adult. The thin monkey couldn't recover for a long time.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the three or five people he brought surrounded him from the side, their fists and iron bars were ready to greet Rong Ling.

Rong Ling gritted his teeth and pressed down on the thin monkey on the ground. He only had this goal in his eyes, and he wanted to beat him a few more times before he fell down, to vent all the humiliation and anger he had suffered from the beating come out.

Behind Rong Ling, Liao Yi dealt with the others with bare hands.

These people can tell by their eyes that they are not good at it. Although they have learned some moves from others since childhood, Liao Yi actually doesn't have much experience in fighting.People who learn martial arts come and go with each other, that's called tricks, and it's called sparring.It's completely different from this kind of wild way to fight to the death when encountering, Liao Yi has no idea, and his palms are sweating with anxiety.

He wiped his sweat on his trousers, dodged the stick in his pocket, and kicked the man opposite him in a short spin, which disrupted his balance. Grab it hard.

As he struggled to dodge other people's fists and kicks, Liao Yi turned his head and saw a man with a wrench in his hand slamming down on Rong Ling's shoulder. Liao Yi yelled and threw down the The man rushed across and blocked the stick with his arm.

The author has something to say: This chapter has a lot of content, and it took a long time to rework it before it was released

It's late, okay?

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In fact, everyone must have understood the question in the last chapter, how could Liao Yi, a fanboy, look down on Rong Ling!

His heart ached so badly that he wished he could take Rong Ling's pain and bear it on himself.

It’s really not up to me to arrange it. After I decided to shape these two characters, their words and deeds followed their will.

I?I'm just a hard coder (beat)