Deep jungle routines[E-sports]

The cup soon reached the semi-final stage, and GES was about to face their old opponent-the runner-up of the summer game, the HB team.

HB introduced two South Korean foreign players last season, and their performance was very impressive. It was only because of some problems in the team's running-in, and the fact that the summer finals were not as well prepared as GES, so they lost to them.

It's going to be a tough fight.

The coach called Rong Ling and Feng Zhou to the meeting room.

"The next game is very important. Rong Ling has played against HB several times and has more experience. Our coaching staff discussed it and decided to let Rong Ling play. Feng Zhou, watch more and learn more. If you don't understand anything, just ask The rest of the team."

Walking out of the conference room, Rong Ling's phone vibrated in his pocket, it was Liao Yi.

Zero, I'm going to play a training match with my teammates tonight. Let's reschedule to 10 o'clock, shall we?

Rong Ling pursed his lips, trying to suppress the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

10 o'clock, okay, I just happen to have to play a training game at night.

Liao Yi quickly realized: Zero, you want to be in that match with HB?

Rong Ling was a little complacent, and was about to continue to reply, when his elbow was hit hard from behind.

"Hey, my phone—"

The mobile phone draws a beautiful parabola in the air, pop!

Feng Zhou stopped: "Quickly see if the screen is broken or not."

When I turned the phone over, two-thirds of the screen was taken up by terrible spider web cracks.

I've only had it for less than half a year!

Rong Lingxin is bleeding.

The coach heard the movement in the corridor and came out to find out. Feng Zhou seemed to be a different person in front of the coach. Seeing him pitifully hesitating to speak, the coach immediately misunderstood.

"Well, Rong Ling, if you have anything to say, please speak carefully. Don't get angry with Feng Zhou. He is a newcomer. If you say something wrong or do something wrong, please be more generous..."

Rong Ling raised his head and stared at the coach, and said word by word: "My phone is broken."

"Buy a new one if it's broken, or you can send it to be repaired. How much is it? I'll pay for you...Hey, Rong Ling, where are you going? I haven't finished talking yet!"

Staring at Rong Ling's fading back, the coach shook his head and sighed.

Feng Zhou stood next to the coach with his head bowed, and apologized repeatedly.

"It's all my fault, it's my fault."

"It has nothing to do with you," the coach waved his hand, and said helplessly, "Rong Ling's temper used to be like this. I thought he had matured a bit now, but I didn't expect him to be the same..."

Feng Zhou was thoughtful.

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There was no reply to the message he sent. Liao Yi glanced at his phone every once in a while, and was absent-minded when he was pulled into the custom room by the ADC before the training game for 1V1.

The ADC from South Korea has light brown hair, and the roots of his hair have been permed by the hair stylist to give him a fluffy shape. In the game, Mundo beat Teemo to death, winning too easily, and BUBOR was very dissatisfied.

He took off the earphones and poked Liao Yi's arm hard.

"What are you doing? Little Bu, don't bother me." Liao Yi slapped Bubor's arm with his backhand without turning his head.

"You're not paying attention." Bubor puffed up his cheeks. Seeing Liao Yi put the phone back on the table, he immediately reached out to grab it. "Why do you want to look at the iPhone? The coach said that you can't look at it while playing games."

"Ouch," Liao Yi snatched the phone back and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. He was amused by BUBOR's crappy Chinese pronunciation. He slapped the table and laughed while shaking the chair: "You still learn Chinese for fifty cents! I play on my phone?"

"You, don't laugh at me." Bubor blushed.

Sitting not far away, the mid laner HANK controlled Snake Girl to twist Xiaoman's waist, and avoided 1 skills by moving. He said to Liao Yi in an emotionless voice: "Little bird, tell Xiaobu, His Chinese sounds a lot like mental retardation."

Hearing this, Liao Yi laughed so hard that he was about to roll under the table, hugging his belly.

"I can't do it, I can't do it... Hahahaha, Xiaobu, did you hear that? Hank said you are like a staff." Afraid that Bubor would not understand, Liao Yi translated the meaning for him in Korean again.

BUBOR opened his eyes in a daze, and after he understood, he rushed towards HANK: "Your brother can't scold your brother, you...you are not a good brother!"

This pounce is bad.

HANK's Snake Girl was chasing and killing the two bloody people on the opposite side for thousands of miles. When BUBOR interfered, her skills were distorted, and the two people on the other side took the opportunity to turn around and fight back, and the screen instantly turned gray.

Meeting HANK's murderous eyes, BUBOR became cowardly in a second, hugging his head and groaning.

Liao Yi pulled BUBOR back, patted him on the head, and lowered his voice to educate him: "Boss Han has been depressed for the past two days, his girlfriend is in a cold war with him, and you still go to provoke him, isn't it just a matter of time? ,so stupid!"

"Why is he unhappy?"

"Because that's the person he likes."

"Like... what is like?" The age of less than 20 years old is the time when I am both longing and curious about these things.

"Xiao Bu, you don't even understand this, I'm so disappointed in you." Liao Yi finished his disgust, and continued to answer questions for his own ADC, "I like... well, let's put it this way, if you like someone, you just want to Play games with him, and score with him. I want to give him the best, give him the head, give him a blood money, a tower money, and save the protection skills and healing for him. See if he is better than you It's more fun to take Pentakill by myself...well, yes, that's right, that's what I like."

Liao Yi thought, he should understand this explanation.

Bubor thought about it seriously, he raised his head, his cheeks were reddish, he grabbed Liao Yi's hand, and stammered: "I, I want to double row with you, and I will leave the treatment to you. I like Xiaoyi! "

"..."

After staring at BUBOR for a while with idiot eyes, Liao Yi withdrew his hand, turned his head back to his computer, and restarted a game of customization.

"Why?" During the training match that night, BUBOR kept wailing, mixed with Korean and some unclear English, "Why didn't Xiaoyi help me block skills?"

The others got annoyed and scolded him one by one. Bubor grabbed a bag of potato chips and returned to Liao Yi dejectedly, grabbing the corner of his clothes and shaking them.

"I like you, look at me."

Liao Yi let go of the mouse, pulled Bubor's claws away, and unceremoniously snatched the handed-in tribute, and told him while eating potato chips: "But I don't like you."

BUBOR did not give up, and continued to ask: "Then who do you like?"

Others in the training room seemed to be busy, but in fact, everyone's ears were pricked up.

Liao Yi cleared his throat and was about to speak when he caught sight of someone sending him a game invitation, it was Rong Ling who was online.

"I won't quarrel with you anymore, I'm going to play games." Liao Yi threw the potato chips to BUBOR, and got into Rong Ling's car at the speed of light.

Rong Ling sent a message: Sorry, I'm late.

Liao Yi narrowed his eyes with a smile, and he replied: It's okay, we just finished the training match.

Rong Ling: Well, first row.

After a while, Liao Yi took the initiative to ask: How was the training match?

To sum it up in two words: I won.

After rowing in and looking at the position assigned by the system, Liao Yi took the initiative to type, expressing his willingness to change positions with others, hoping to give up the jungler to Rong Ling.

Rong Ling knocked him privately: It doesn't matter, I have played a lot of jungle games, and I can change my taste occasionally.

Liao Yi: But I like to watch you play wild.

After thinking about it, he quickly added: After all, he is the first jungler.

On the computer side, Rong Ling blushed.He stared at the penultimate sentence for a long time before his heartbeat slowly calmed down.

The fingertip holding the mouse slipped, and the wild monster that Rong Ling pulled out to fight ran back again, recovering blood.

Made a low-level mistake.

Gee.

Blame that bird.

Liao Yi scolded himself ten thousand times in his heart, why did he accidentally say it... Fortunately, he added it in time, so he should be able to fool him.

It would be very strange for normal men to suddenly be told by a man that they like her.

Does he feel disgusted?annoying?

Distraught, Tam slammed into the triangular grass in the river, and as a result of looking into the grass, he was caught by the jungler on the opposite side who just wandered to the bottom lane to collect the stone man, and directly used Liao Yi's summoner skill.

ADC sent a series of question marks.

Liao Yi quickly ran back to the tower.

After the first game, Nosuke was both sleepwalking. Fortunately, the other teammates were strong. The disadvantages in the early and mid-term were not obvious. After the late stage, the equipment was up, and it was a comeback with a wave of team battles.

Exiting to look at the data, Rong Ling frowned, dissatisfied with his performance.

He sent a voice message to Liao Yi, but there was no answer for a long time.

What are you doing?

This was the first time he took the initiative to talk to someone, and he didn't appreciate it?

His fingertips impatiently tapped the edge of the keyboard a few times, Rong Ling's patience ran out bit by bit, and he was about to close the button when Liao Yi finally responded.

A voice invitation was sent, and Liao Yi's panting voice sounded.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Zero, I... just lost in the boxing game, and went downstairs to get a takeaway. I called your mobile phone to tell you, but I never got through."

Only then did Rong Ling remember: "Oh, I dropped my phone."

"Can't use it anymore?" Liao Yi sat cross-legged on a chair, trying to make his voice sound as light as usual, "I happen to have a mobile phone here, and I will give it to you when I go to the competition in two days."

"...I'll buy it myself."

"Don't don't don't, why buy it, I have it ready-made, really, I can't remember to use it here, and it will be old again in half a year."

Rong Ling thought of the coach's words, and Feng Zhou's insincere apology, and his heart sank.

He thought about it, and without being hypocritical, he readily made an appointment with Liao Yi to take his mobile phone and charger with him when he went to the stadium on Saturday.

"Lend me yours for a while, and return it to you after I fix the screen."

Liao Yi came over with a deep smile: "Okay, see you then."

Rong Ling's social circle is small, and he doesn't play those popular mobile games on the market.

He's not particularly dependent on his phone.

Usually Liao Yi would send him some photos, the background is mostly JHG's training room, the floor is messy with delivery boxes full of snacks and dolls, the Korean ADC with funny expressions is jumping around, the players are playing in the cafeteria wearing slippers Rice, sit cross-legged on the kang and eat barbecue...

Suddenly there was no information notification sound that would sound from time to time, Rong Ling felt that his life was a little empty.

Well, the weekend is coming soon.

The GES game was the first one. Rong Ling and the others were called up early in the morning, packed their peripherals and put them in their backpacks, climbed into the RV sleepily, and fell asleep again amidst the shaking of the car.

When they arrived at the venue, there were already many fans standing by the side of the road. When they saw the GES car approaching, they immediately excitedly raised the lights and banners in their hands, and waved them desperately at the players on the car.

"GES must win!"

The noon sun illuminated a hand card with a Q-version figure in the crowd.

A few huge words caught Rong Ling's eyes:

Don't change your original intention, God Z, come on

Following the others and getting out of the car, Rong Ling stopped and looked up at the beautiful curved dome of the arena. The tension and excitement before the game came with the wind and swept through his body.

His eyes filled with anticipation.

The author has something to say: Please note that because there will be more players on the field, so as a distinction——

The GES teams that Rong Ling belongs to are:

Top laner: Xiong Ge, jungler: Rong Ling (Zerol), mid laner: Ou Ge, bottom lane is ADC Akon and supporter: Kanazawa

The players of Liao Yi's JHG team are all called by their IDs

Top laner FAITH (nicknamed Fatty), jungler _____, mid laner Hank, bottom laner ADC Bubor (Xiaobu) and support Liao Yi (Airbird)

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Thanks everyone for mine =3=

TO Yasuo’s brainless fans: I have the opportunity to write about Yasuo’s appearance when they are playing rank. Welcome to tell me your love for Yasuo. I may use it to write in the story, hehe