Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

Living in a room doesn't mean that there are many opportunities to sit down and have a good conversation.

Especially when Liao Yi deliberately avoided Rong Ling.

Not going home until the time to turn off the lights and go to bed every day, Rong Ling really wanted to shake his collar to see if his mind was full of water——

Who is the jungler between us?Hanging around in the wild all day, do you want me to give you Tiamat?

It's a pity that he didn't find a chance to block Liao Yi in the corner.

Instead, Rong Ling himself was gank.

It was another game day, JHG was in the third game, and everyone was hungry in the lounge waiting for the team in front to finish the long bladder game.

He fell asleep in the lounge.

When Rong Ling turned his head, the manager Xiaotian gestured to him for silence, raised his phone, and clicked the shutter button.

It took a picture of Liao Yi and Xiao Bu huddled together in a chair and sleeping peacefully with their heads closed.

Rong Ling knew that this was a photo to be put on the club's official blog, but he just wanted to interact with the fans and share some interesting tidbits in the lounge, nothing else.

But Rong Ling just can't see this kind of scene, his eyes are very hot, and he doesn't like the "joke" that other people regard Liao Yi and Xiao Bu as a couple.

Frowning, Rong Ling stood up and walked out rubbing his shoulders: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Coming out of the bathroom, Rong Ling saw Lin Yifeng's smiling face in the mirror on the sink.

"Pick one?"

Rong Ling turned his head to look at Lin Yifeng, and waved his hand to refuse: "No."

"Aren't you a smoker?" Lin Yifeng raised his eyebrows in surprise: "When did you change your sex?"

"Tsk, are you annoying?" Rong Ling said angrily, "Is it okay if you don't want to smoke?"

"All right, all right, as long as you don't mind." Lin Yifeng lit a cigarette.

In fact, the reason why Rong Ling doesn't smoke is quite simple. Recently, Liao Yi's rhinitis has been getting better intermittently. Smoking is not allowed in the training room. After returning to the dormitory, Rong Ling was afraid that the smell of smoke would infect Liao Yi, so he didn't smoke.

Almost quit without knowing it.

Rong Ling pouted, feeling a little emotional.

"How are you doing recently? Why do I feel that your condition is not right?" Lin Yifeng asked.

After all, they are teammates who have played TGA together, and they still care about each other's current situation.

Rong Ling lowered his eyebrows and thought about it, but he didn't bother to continue to hide it, so he nodded: "It's not going well."

Lin Yifeng was so surprised that he almost lost his cigarette: "No, God Z, I usually meet you in RANK, and I feel that you are still aggressive, and I don't dare to be tough with you. After all, he is the man who once ruled Ionia , the state problem should not be a problem to you."

"Who knows what's going on?" Rong Ling clicked his tongue, "Maybe the rank is as fierce as a tiger, and the competition is like a dog. Didn't you see how many people criticized me on the Internet?"

Speaking of this, Lin Yifeng frowned, and he took a slow look at Rong Ling: "Although you didn't play as hard as last season, you can't talk badly, at least you didn't cheat your teammates, JHG's game I have been winning all the time. There are too many people criticizing you online, they are completely ignorant, and I always feel that something is not right."

"What's wrong?" Rong Ling leaned against the wall and smiled, kicking the wall lightly with his toes, "This is what e-sports is all about. If you can't play well, others will spray you. Now our team has won all the way. People who support other teams must be holding fire in their hearts, and they can't vent it on my teammates, so they have to turn all firepower on me?"

Lin Yifeng smiled and shook his head: "Ah Ling, you really have changed a lot."

"Where has it changed? Changed food? I don't admit it, it's just that the state... the state is not very good." Rong Ling emphasized that he will not take this blame, and he can admit anything, except that he can't admit that he is bad.

This is the dignity of a professional player.

"The mentality has changed." Lin Yifeng flicked the cigarette ash and said sternly, "In the past, you often forced to carry alone in the game. If your teammates couldn't keep up with your rhythm, you would be anxious. If you didn't play well, you would collapse. If you played well, you would 20-shot man-machine. Now you have become a better team, you say you are not in good shape, but you can still win the game, which shows that you trust your teammates very much."

"..." Rong Ling opened his mouth, he couldn't refute, Liao Yi's firm smile appeared in his mind, and other teammates were training and playing hard.He couldn't help lowering his voice: "I remember someone said before that teammates are not necessarily perfect, you can only do your best to prepare, believe in yourself and them, and win the game together."

Lin Yifeng whistled: "Who, this is so fucking cool."

Rong Ling squinted at him: "Guess, I'm too lazy to tell you."

"Zero!"

"Want to know? It's okay, treat me to a meal, no, two meals of hot pot in a bungalow." Rong Ling shook off the water droplets on his hand, pulled a piece of paper and wiped it while walking outside, taking the opportunity to blackmail him.

"I'm poor, I can't afford it. AA, I'll go to AA."

"AA?" Rong Ling stopped, "Why don't you bring your own hot pot base and sliced ​​meat to eat? It will save you money."

"Also...do they allow them to bring their own?"

"You'll know if you try it?" Rong Lingle laughed.

The two walked out of the bathroom, bickering as they walked, took a wrong turn somewhere, and walked to an unknown corner.

At the end of the aisle full of messy things, there were two figures huddling together. Lin Yifeng opened his mouth wide and was about to shout, but Rong Ling covered his mouth with his quick eyes and hands, and pulled them away. The two of them squatted on the ground After picking up the box.

"...Damn, who, I didn't see clearly, but I saw a team uniform, which looks familiar..." Lin Yifeng lowered his voice excitedly and nervously, "Did we bump into a professional player? "

Rong Zero almost exploded.

"Are you an idiot? Can you have some good eyesight?" Rong Ling scolded him under his throat, "I have to go back to prepare for the game, and I don't have time to meddle in other people's business."

Lin Yifeng grabbed him: "Hey, don't go, I'm scared by myself... At least let's see who it is..."

"You're afraid of a fart!" Rong Ling frowned, and kicked his foot, "Let go, I don't want to have needle eyes!"

The two were secretly competing, when a low, panting call came from the corner.

"Not here... OK..."

"Fuck, I can't hold back anymore! You fucking are so hot in the office, now you're pretending to be paralyzed... Give me a bite, hurry up!"

Lin Yifeng was stunned.

"...Fuck, are there two men?"

Rong Ling is like being struck by lightning.His face turned pale in an instant, and he didn't know where the strength came from. He dragged Lin Yifeng and ran for half a mile without looking back. Seeing the busy staff coming and going, Rong Ling quickly threw Lin Yifeng's arm away.

"Don't fucking gossip BB about what you saw just now, keep your mouth shut!" Throwing down a threat, Rong Ling looked around nervously, and walked quickly towards the lounge.

Lin Yifeng was confused, took out a cigarette and walked to the lounge of his team, shaking his head and wondering all the way: "Hey, now it's really... Is it true that the grass fan is the grass boy fan? Why is Ah Ling so nervous, he knows that person Hey wait a minute, I just glanced at them and thought they were wearing familiar clothes, which team are they from, GES?"

Rong Ling buried his head and ran forward at a ghostly pace, his heartbeat was a little abnormally fast, he stopped and touched his forehead, his forehead was sweating.

What are you worried about?

It's not that I was bumped into by someone.

After being stunned for a while, Rong Ling finally recovered from the weird atmosphere just now.

Afraid, apprehensive, nervous.

What followed was inexplicable worry.

It stands to reason that he didn't need to hide it for them at all. One was the bastard former teammate who hugged his thigh and pushed himself from the starting lineup to the bench.

If there is a quarrel, maybe Feng Zhou will be scolded until he retires, and the scum will probably be sprayed into a sieve, and the two of them will not be able to hold their heads up in this circle.

After calming down and thinking about it, Rong Ling realized that he understood all these principles.

But he still chose to cover up for them in his first reaction.

It is not acceptable for two men to be together.Even Rong Ling is not sure whether they are a deal or true love.

If someone else found out... Just thinking about Rong Ling's heart beats a hundred and eight times, his scalp is numb, and his palms are covered in cold sweat.

Probably because of a guilty conscience, there is still a little sympathy for fellow sufferers.Rong Ling wanted to sigh very much, but when he raised his eyes and saw the people waiting outside the lounge door, the desire to sigh became even stronger.

Liao Yi straightened up slowly and stared at Rong Ling.

"where did you go?"

The expression on Rong Ling's face was a bit cold: "I said I'm going to the bathroom."

"You're lying." Liao Yi stepped forward to block Rong Ling, "I went to the bathroom to look for it, but you're not there."

The irritability and the depression of not knowing what to say in my heart could not be suppressed at all, and Rong Ling spoke with a strong smell of fire and medicine: "Where I go is none of your business, you fucking put yourself first." Take care of it, okay?"

"how do I……"

"I don't care who you want to hang out with," Rong Ling gritted his teeth and pointed at him, with a low voice, "It's the dog that doesn't want to break up, not you, okay? You can't fucking live in the dormitory." If you can't stop, go to the manager to transfer it for you!"

"What are you talking about?" Liao Yi stared at him.

"I fucking don't want to live in the same room with you. Living with a dog is more worry-free than living with you, fuck!" Rong Ling gave Liao Yi a hard push on the shoulder, and was about to enter the room .

"I won't allow you to move away!"

Liao Yi's eyes turned red instantly, he pulled Rong Ling's shoulders back, and pushed him against the wall with his neck stuck.

boom!

The manager opened the door and was shocked to see Liao Yi's red eyes.

Several people hurriedly separated the two and quickly dragged them into the lounge.

The coach lost his temper.

"What are you guys doing? You played the same training match as SHI, and you made trouble for me before the game. Don't you want to win? Don't play professionally if you don't want to win, go home and raise pigs!"

Liao Yi was still angry, and his chest heaved violently.

He lowered his head and straightened the clothes on his body, Rong Ling kept a cold face and didn't want to speak.

"What's the matter with you two?" The coach looked at the two of them in turn, "Little Bird didn't go back to the room to sleep a while ago, I thought there was some conflict and you could solve it yourself, if I can't solve it, I'll come forward... A few days ago, Liao Yi didn't Did you go back to live again? Why is it suddenly blown up now?"

The atmosphere in the living room was a bit depressing.

The teammates stood aside anxiously, not daring to speak loudly.

Liao Yi gritted his teeth: "Coach, it's all my fault, I made God Z anxious by saying something wrong..."

"I want to change the dormitory, coach." Rong Ling raised his voice and interrupted him, "If you continue to let me live with him, I will explode."

"Rong Ling! What do you mean!" Liao Yi roared.

"Shut up!" The coach pointed at Liao Yi's nose, "Rong Ling, please stop talking to me. Whether you want to change the dormitory or not, we'll talk about it when we get back... Now you only have one thing to think about, how to win the game! "

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