You are messing around again [e-sports]

Shen Yanming's first reaction was to ask, "How do you know? Did fish say it?", and then felt that it was a bit out of place to speak like that, and it was a bit inexplicable.He organized the language in the input box, typed a few words and then deleted them back. He really didn't know what to say.

In the end, he spoke in an even and steady manner, whatever Kong asked, he just answered.

[Luanlai]: I heard that something happened online, so I borrowed a mobile phone from my classmates.

[kong_]: Yes.

Shen Yanming looked at this "hmm", and said in his heart that this is indeed the style of painting that the Kong God in his impression should have, and it would be too inconsistent to put the glory of motherhood on Kong...

But he didn't know how to continue the topic for a while.Thanks and apologies have already been conveyed. He wanted to ask if the training had just ended. He wanted to say that the training had been hard, but he felt that he was too familiar and suspected of being close.

Chatting with idols is really stressful.Thinking of him as a young expert in making friends, his mouth usually seems to be out of control. He can say what he thinks of, and he can chat for a long time with people he just met. How can he be in such an embarrassing time now?

He wasn't so poor at writing Chinese for the Chinese test!

——In fact, his grades in every subject are unbearable, but Chinese is not bad. When writing essays, he often has a lot of ideas, and he can almost write 10 words in less than [-] minutes.

In short, in front of Kong, the expressive ability he was so proud of failed.

It is too difficult.

But it's not good to not reply like this, I still have to be the one to end the topic.

[Luanlai]: I have to return the mobile phone to my classmate first, so we won't chat for now. Come on Kongshen regular season! tmm will definitely make it to the playoffs with a high score!Always support you guys!

After sending out these few words, Shen Yanming felt that there was a hint of stupidity in his words... It's a pity that the forum doesn't have a withdrawal function, so he can't do anything about it.

However, if there is no accident, he said that the tmm high score will enter the playoffs, there should be no problem, it was like this in the last life.

On the other hand, he lost in the World Championships... But of course it is impossible for Shen Yanming to say such words.

[kong_]: Good.

Shen Yanming thought the chat was over, but he didn't expect Kong to send another sentence.

[kong_]: Don't pay too much attention to what those people say on the Internet, have a good rest, good night.

The villain in Shen Yanming's heart howled: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Almost relying on the last bit of sober will, he replied "Okay, God Kong also rested earlier", logged out of the account, and then came out of the bathroom at the speed of light, and put the phone back into the hands of his roommate.

The roommate saw his confused face, and joked: "What are you talking about with your girlfriend, your face is full of waves."

Shen Yanming held his roommate's shoulders and shook them back and forth: "Oh my god, he cared about me, and even said good night to me..."

A question mark slowly rose above the roommate's head: "Is it so good to say goodnight?"

Shen Yanming let go of him, and went to his own bed: "You don't understand."

It is estimated that those girls are flopped by their favorite idols.

But it's not entirely like this. After thinking about it, Shen Yanming thought it might be because he always felt that Kong was a cold milk machine with no feelings. Not much to talk about.

I didn't expect Kong to be quite easy-going when chatting normally... Shen Yanming thought, it might be this contrast that made him a little uncontrollably excited.

After washing up and lying back on the bed, Shen Yanming almost forgot about other problems.What accidentally exposed his strength, what Aji formed a relationship with, it has become unimportant, anyway, he does not plan to play anymore, the next time he uses the computer to cancel his account, everything will follow the wind passed away.

He Changkong stared at the computer screen, a little lost in thought.

When he saw Shen Yanming's message on the account [My breasts can't move] the last time, he thought that he would not be able to meet him again in a short time.When Shen Yanming usually played with him, he always said "I'm going to delete the game and study hard", and said it many times but failed to implement it. He Changkong thought that this time Shen Yanming finally made up his mind.

No matter what he thought about it, anyway, he has been busy preparing for the regular season recently, in fact, he doesn't have much time to change numbers to play with the children.Even if he wanted to win people into his team, it would take a day and a night.

I didn't expect to catch up with the conversation so soon.

And Shen Yanming's reaction when he talked to him was really interesting.

Before, He Changkong only had a vague feeling that Shen Yanming's attitude towards his real person was different from that of Naifudong, but now he was convinced that this feeling was true.

It's not just that the attitude is a little different... It's just two faces.

But He Changkong didn't quite understand it. If Shen Yanming was polite and restrained because he didn't know "He Changkong" well, then he and Naifudong weren't old friends for many years. In a word, can you call someone your wife?

He Changkong recalled hearing that Shen Yanming had an extraordinary talent in socializing, even if he was thrown into a new group, he could quickly call everyone a brother within half an hour, as if they had a fatal friendship with each other.

Why are you so unfamiliar with yourself?

Are you that scary?

He Changkong fell into deep thought, and before he could figure out why, there was a knock on the door of the room.

He got up and opened the door, and He Changkong saw Meng Yan standing at the door carrying a lunch box.

"It's packed for you." After the training, the other team members ran to eat supper, and He Changkong went back to the room by himself.Meng Yan stuffed the packing box into He Changkong's hand, and asked casually as he entered the door, "What are you doing?"

"Thanks, I'll eat later." He Changkong put the lunch box on the table, "I wonder if I should be more amiable."

"What?" Meng Yan pulled up a chair and sat down, "I don't know why."

He Changkong explained: "There is a child who seems to be very afraid of me."

Meng Yan didn't understand at first, what kind of child, what kind of mess, but when he glanced over, he saw the unclosed chat box on the computer desktop in He Changkong's room, and he realized it later.

The corner of Meng Yan's mouth twitched: "Have you been bewitched?"

He Changkong: "?"

Meng Yan looked hesitant to speak, opened his mouth several times, and sighed several times, but couldn't explain why.

He Changkong: "If you have anything to say, you can say it directly."

Meng Yan snorted: "There is no love in e-sports."

He Changkong didn't understand Meng Yan's words: "...?"

Meng Yanyu patted He Changkong's shoulder earnestly, and pulled the lunch box he brought over with the other hand. Seeing that He Changkong didn't intend to eat it, he first took a bunch of roasted wings inside and ate it. Said, the words were vague: "Even if you are interested in others, you can't be so...so devoted, I'm not saying I'm against you falling in love, but think about it, you haven't established a relationship yet, you just want to put your whole heart into it." It looks like it was given to others..."

He Changkong: "..."

He Changkong interrupted Meng Yan: "Stop, what are you thinking about?"

After Meng Yan finished eating a bunch of roasted wings, his whole posture became serious and he sat up, as if he wanted to have a good talk with He Changkong: "You still deny it? You see, you go to help people to talk again and again, always Involve yourself in some controversial incidents, tomorrow the coach will talk about you again... And now you are free to play with others often, right, I am not talking about you, what should virgins like you learn? It’s called playing hard to get, you have to hold it tight and let him back you, don’t always go back to others.”

"I don't agree with your view on love, it's not very pleasant to post such words upside down," He Changkong said helplessly, "The point is not this now, I don't have any thoughts about others, I'm not gay, stop talking nonsense...he's very Excellent, as you can see, he is higher than some professional players, I want him to come to our team."

Meng Yan rolled his eyes: "Yeah, I believe it." I believe in you.

It wasn't because Meng Yan didn't believe it, it was because He Changkong was not someone who would worry about team development at all.

Besides, there are tens of thousands of powerful people, so is this necessary?

No excuses and no good ones.

He Changkong: "...I'm serious."

Meng Yan: "Well, you mean the truth, then you let him come to take part in the assessment, will he be able to join our team after passing?"

He Changkong: "Speaking of which, I feel like he doesn't really want to play professionally."

Meng Yan was completely speechless: "No, are we a shabby team that lacks enough people and asks others to come in? Just like this, you still say that you are not interested in small anchors. I think you have ulterior motives and want to abduct people. Talk about an office romance."

He Changkong couldn't argue with his words, and he couldn't tell Meng Yan that he was a prophet now, knowing the tragic situation of their team in the future, and wanted to avoid it as soon as possible.

Not knowing how to refute, He Changkong simply stopped talking: "Let's not talk about that, did Pudding go for physical therapy?"

pudding is the tank position of tmm.

tmm lost for the first time in the previous life, and the direct reason was that Pudding suffered a shoulder injury.The shoulder injury actually broke out very suddenly, and He Changkong didn't know the reason. It was said that it was caused by long-term strain, but it broke out during the few days of the game, which seriously affected his state during the game.

Follow-up pudding for treatment, the mage Lan in the team was bought by other clubs at a high price, and the few new players brought up from the original second team did not get along well with the whole team, so tmm fell from the first echelon.

He Changkong thought that if it was really due to strain, then Pudding's shoulder injury might be avoided if he took precautions from now on, so he asked him to take some time for physical therapy.

Pudding is an exquisite lady who wears women's clothing. He usually cares about expression management. When he heard He Changkong telling him to pay more attention to his body, not to overtrain, and to rest more, his whole face collapsed so much that it could be directly turned into an emoji, and he exclaimed. : "Oh my god! Brother Kong actually cares about people so directly!"

Of course, it doesn't mean that He Changkong doesn't have any warmth in his daily life, although he seems to only regard his teammates as colleagues, and he is not very enthusiastic in interpersonal communication.But if any of his teammates had a headache, He Changkong would also pour a cup of hot water and put some medicine on his position.

However, this kind of straightforward verbal concern will never exist.

Meng Yan was also very emotional, and felt that the wood that fell in love could be softened—he still insisted on his own opinion, thinking that He Changkong had something interesting about the little anchor.

Meng Yan responded: "He went to physiotherapy, he usually goes there occasionally."

He Changkong nodded: "That's fine."

After Meng Yan finished eating the grilled wings, he also ate skewered green peppers. Originally, this barbecue was said to be brought to He Changkong, but now he almost ate it all by himself.

He Changkong watched him eat quietly, and asked after a long time, "Is there anything else you can do?"

Meng Yan paused for a moment: "...Yes, yes."

He Changkong said concisely: "Say."

Meng Yan hesitated for a while, finished eating the skewers in his hand, sighed, and said, "Your mother called me again."

"..." He Changkong lowered his eyes, "What did you say?"

"Tell me I want to watch your game."

He Changkong turned around, as if he was continuing to read something on the forum, but his eyes were not focused on the screen, and the mouse was clicking randomly: "It's not necessary."

Meng Yan asked: "Are you really planning to stop contacting Auntie just like that?"

He Changkong casually clicked on a video in one of the posts, but didn't answer right away, and only spoke after a while: "...Let's talk about it."