Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

A thin young man walked out of the subway entrance. As the weather turned cold, he pulled up his hood, rubbed his hands, stood for a while in front of the direction map at the exit, and carefully identified the direction before moving on.

Liao Yi jumped off the railing and waved at him: "God Z!"

Taking off his hat, Rong Ling immediately shrank his neck in fear of the cold, and put his hands in his pockets.

"Don't call me that," the young man's voice was loud and clear. Many people looked at them. Rong Ling hurriedly turned around and walked to the building not far away. "Just call me by my name."

Liao Yi narrowed his eyes and responded with a smile: "Yes, zero."

The numb feeling shot up from the ears all the way to the apex of the heart.

Slightly hot.

Rong Ling resisted not touching his red-hot ear tips, and shook his head at the three big characters "Electronic City" that were shining brightly in the sun: "Go, accompany me to see the mouse first."

All the way ignoring the people standing beside the road with professional smiles on their faces trying to solicit business, Rong Ling led Liao Yi to turn left and right, go around, and came to an unremarkable shop in the corner of the second basement.

After knocking on the glass cabinet a few times, a bearded man lifted the newspaper covering his face and got up lazily.

Rong Ling took out the mouse from his backpack: "I had some water in it two days ago, and after it dries up, I don't feel comfortable using it."

"I'll show you." The boss lowered his head and took out a tool box from under the cabinet and started tinkering.

Liao Yi came over to have a look, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know each other?"

If he remembers correctly, the west side of the hall on the first floor is a brand store, with a wide front and bright lights, very eye-catching.

There was a lot of people around, and music was playing in the shop, and the two had to get close to each other to have a conversation.

Rong Ling hummed, whispered to Liao Yi, and slowly told the whole story.

This owner is the owner of the Internet cafe he used to go to when he played city competitions. Later, the boss sold the Internet cafe and nestled in a corner of the electronic city, guarding a small storefront.

"...The Internet cafe he opened before is on a secluded street, on the second floor, the signboard is gray, the machines are a bit old, and the business is not good."

But cheap.

For Rong Ling, a young man who was shy at the time, such an Internet cafe could not be better, and he could play for a whole day for ten yuan. A boxed meal, patting the head of the internet-addicted boy who was concentrating on it.

"Here, please. Go home when you're full, and don't worry your family."

The young man avoided stubbornly, pursed his lips and remained silent.

After wolfing down his food, he wiped his mouth and turned around to play the game again.

The longest time, the teenager stayed in the Internet cafe for a full week.

The boss snapped the switch.

"What are you doing!"

"Fuck!"

There was a lot of cursing.

The boss lazily leaned against the cash register at the entrance, and waved his hand: "I'm closing early today, so I won't be doing business. Come here and get your bet money, and I'll pay you."

The teenager Rong Ling hides vigilantly behind a tall man, trying to escape the boss's eyes.

The boss picked him up, laughed and rubbed his head: "Okay, I know you have no money. Hurry up, go, go home, don't worry your family."

"... Mind your own business, no one will worry about me." Shaking off the boss's hand, the boy plunged into the rain.

Rong Ling was immersed in memories.

But Liao Yi held his breath, his heart beating like a drum.

So close.

As long as he leans forward a little, his lips will touch Rong Ling's beautiful side face.

Under the incandescent light of the store, Rong Ling's skin glowed with a warm luster, like fine white porcelain, exuding a clean and refreshing breath, which made Liao Yi almost unable to control the urge to kiss him.

Forcing himself to look away, Liao Yi swallowed, and whispered hoarsely: "... I didn't expect you to use this mouse."

Rong Ling came back to his senses: "Huh?"

"Frost Blue." Liao Yi pointed at the mouse, "It's fine for normal use, but it's a bit unbearable in summer, especially when playing games, the palms are full of sweat and slippery."

A smile appeared in Rong Ling's eyes, and he rubbed the young man's fluffy and soft hair: "Me too, every summer, I use up my sweat-absorbing tissue very quickly."

Liao Yi's heart almost melted when he touched his hair, squinted his eyes and rubbed against Rong Ling's palm, his voice became softer unconsciously: "Then why don't you change to another one?"

Rong Ling was taken aback, put away his hands and turned around: "... I'm used to it, and it's pretty pretty."

"The circuit of your mouse is damp. It can be repaired, but it will definitely not be as sensitive as before." The boss told Rong Ling, "Buy a new one."

Liao Yi squeezed among them, took the mouse from the boss and looked at it.

Hearing this result, Rong Ling couldn't accept it.

"It can't be repaired?"

The boss shook his head: "It's not that I won't fix it for you—you are a professional player. I think you know better than me what it means to be a second slower than others on the field."

Liao Yi didn't understand why Rong Ling's expression looked so sad for a moment.

Rong Ling was depressed, and Liao Yi was silent all the way, silently following him.

The two left the electronic city and walked aimlessly along the road for most of the day. Rong Ling suddenly stopped and looked around blankly: "Where is this?"

Liao Yi didn't know either, he was not a local, and he could count on one hand the doors he had gone through after arriving at the base.

Both of them were a little confused for a moment.

"Hey, there's an internet cafe on the opposite floor." Liao Yi's eyes lit up, and the internet-addicted teenagers immediately found an oasis in the vast crowd, and immediately rushed over to ask the front desk for directions.

After asking the way, Liao Yi turned around and found that Rong Ling was staring at a group of people in the Internet cafe who were yelling and yelling. Can't" "Can fight, trust me".

You can tell you're masturbating just by looking at it.

Liao Yi was happy.He bumped Rong Ling's shoulder: "Hey, let's also play with a machine? Anyway, there is still time."

The rankings for the new season have started, and a few days ago, they dropped a lot of points. Liao Yi's idea is exactly what he wants.

Looking for Meimei at the front desk to turn on two machines next to each other, the two skillfully replaced their respective peripherals.

After plugging in the filco red-axis keyboard, Rong Ling picked up the mouse that comes standard with the Internet cafe, hesitating a little.

"You use mine." Liao Yi took out his Frost Blue from his backpack and handed it to him.

Rong Ling: "Then you..."

"It's okay, I haven't used the mouse in the Internet cafe for a long time, just to get nostalgic. Don't forget, I am also a delinquent boy who goes to Internet cafes all the time." Liao Yi smiled and made a V letter.

The machines in the Internet cafe didn't have VPN installed, so they couldn't play the Korean server. They logged in with their national server accounts one after another. Liao Yi opened a room and pulled Rong Ling into it.

"First floor, can you go up? Let the second floor play wild, please." Liao Yi moved quickly, and sent a series of cute emoji.

On the first floor, I thought I met a cute girl, so I gave up my seat without saying a word.

Rong Ling got a new version of the TOP1 jungler, Spider, which he hasn't used for a long time.

And Liao Yi took a spring and ran towards the middle.

"Daddy Jungle must come and help me catch it!"

Rong Ling sneaked into the wild area silently, countered the red on the opposite side, and started the game with three buffs.

A good start is half the battle. Rong Ling developed more smoothly than the opponent's blind monk, and immediately turned around and went to the middle lane. Together with Liao Yi, the opponent Victor was too scared to go forward to make up troops.

Just 15 minutes into the game, Spider's stats were already a terrifying 8-0-6. Rong Ling simply didn't have a piece of clothing, and took the violent output route.

After taking down the big dragon, Rong Ling led his teammates to chase after him and got an ACE.

A wave pushed the high ground.

"NICE!"

Rong Ling smiled and took off the earphones, only to find that Liao Yi was looking at him.

The two raised their arms tacitly and clapped hard.

"Is the mouse easy to use?"

"That's right, it's very easy to use." After winning the fight, Rong Ling also smiled more.

Liao Yi snapped his fingers: "It's yours now."

A certain scene suddenly appeared in the memory, and the shadow of another person crossed time and overlapped with Liao Yi.

Rong Ling's fingertips trembled unconsciously.

He sat there motionless.

Liao Yi quickly exited the game, turned off the computer, packed his things, came over to help him put them away, and pulled Rong Ling up from his seat.

"Do you still want to play?"

Rong Ling was a little afraid to look directly into the boy's bright eyes, he shook his head in a panic.

Gently rubbing Rong Ling's shoulder, Liao Yi said lightly, "Then let's go eat, I'm so hungry."

The milky white soup is gurgling and rolling in the pot, and the warm water vapor is floating around the body, which stimulates the pores of the whole body to relax.

"You don't like spicy food?" He scooped up a red date from the soup pot and looked enviously at the bottom of the hot pot at the neighboring table.

Liao Yi cracked open a can of coconut milk and put the straw in front of Rong Ling.

"I can eat spicy food, but you have a bad stomach." Shaking his finger, Liao Yi sighed heavily, "If you really order spicy hot pot bottom, you can only sit by and watch me eat, that would be boring. Hot pot is It’s delicious to eat with two people.”

My heart skipped a beat.

Rong Ling's cheeks were slightly hot, he pulled the neckline, turned his head and said in a low voice: "...the heating is too high, it seems a little hot."

"Is there?" Liao Yi looked around, "I think it's okay."

Rong Ling propped his chin, secretly rolled his eyes.

Fool.

After waiting for quite a while, the food finally came. The two of them were already so hungry that their eyes were glowing green, and it was too difficult to even open their mouths to speak.As soon as I saw the food, I immediately regained my energy. I threw it all into the pot regardless of whether it was meat or vegetable, and I wished that it would be cooked in a second.

The hot food fell into his stomach, warming Rong Ling's nerves, and he let out a sigh of relief.

The conversation box gradually opened up, some things Rong Ling didn't know who to tell, but in front of Liao Yi, he could naturally confide his troubles in his heart.

For example, if the team has a new boss, there may be a lot of changes... The atmosphere among the teammates has not been very good recently... I don't know when I will be able to resume the starting lineup...

Halfway through eating, Rong Ling suddenly raised his head, tapped the rim of the cup with his chopsticks, and said to Liao Yi: "Actually, I'm not an easy-going person. Many people say that I have a bad temper."

Liao Yi smiled, picked out a piece of tender mutton and put it on Rong Ling's plate.

"It's okay, I'm actually not very good-tempered."

Rong Ling didn't know how to answer these words for a while.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then poked the mutton in the bowl with his chopsticks, and replied a word.

"Oh."

Liao Yi rested his chin in one hand, with a smile in his eyes, staring at Rong Ling through the hazy water vapor.

Rong Ling, who was so absorbed in eating hard, was made uncomfortable by his persistent gaze, so he had to put on a straight face and glared at him: "Hurry up and eat your food."

"Okay." Liao Yi answered obediently, he chewed and ate slowly, his eyes glanced at the opposite side of the table, calmly covered by the heat, his cheeks were slightly blush, and he wandered to the corner of his lips stained with soup .

Those smooth thin lips were always pursed slightly.

But Liao Yi knew how charming its upward arc was, making his heart itch.

Staring at the opening and closing of Rong Ling's lips, and occasionally seeing the cute pink tongue gently rolling against the white teeth, the restlessness in the depths of Liao Yi's body became more and more intense.

"Where are you going?" Rong Ling yelled at the back of Liao Yi who got up suddenly.

"Bathroom." Liao Yi waved his hand.

When he came back, he was holding a bottle of frozen hard Coke in his hand, Rong Ling hesitated to speak, Liao Yi lowered his head and touched his nose, explaining to him: "Eating hot pot is easy to get angry, I want a bottle of Coke."

Then there is no need to choose to freeze it like this.

Rong Ling muttered to himself, it really is a child's temper, thinking about it always comes out.

Really old, there is a generation gap.

Eating, drinking, and chatting a few words about those things in the game by the way, time slipped by quickly.

Rong Ling rubbed his belly and beckoned to the waiter.

"Buy the order."

The waiter smiled and said, "The other gentleman has already married."

Walking out of the hot pot restaurant one after the other with their bags on their backs, Rong Ling called out to Liao Yi, who was briskly walking: "I told you about my treat, how much money do you have as a child."

Liao Yi frowned: "I'm not a child."

Rong Ling dragged him back by the back of his collar, stuffed a few pink banknotes into Liao Yi's pocket forcefully, and squinted at him with the end of his eyes: "Wait until you become the number one in the world."

Liao Yi stood there for a while, then raised his voice, "I will. One day, I will be number one in the world!"

Rong Ling, who was stretching, stopped for a moment. He turned his head and looked at the young man bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. Light and shadow interlaced, showing a pair of deep and bright eyes.

Rong Ling's heart moved slightly.

"Okay, then I'll wait."

The author has something to say: Accidentally made an appointment [求手]

Rong Ling: This hot pot is not bad, it’s quite delicious

Liao Yi: Ah ah ah ah Z God received the gift I gave him. The air that passes by...it's not good, I'm going to die...

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