You are messing around again [e-sports]

Shen Yanming read a few words, but his actions were not too muddy. He carried his things back home, and sang a sad song as he walked: "Little cabbage, the ground is yellow, two or three years old, I lost my mother~"

He sang He Changkong so guilty that even He Changkong changed his mind later and said instead: "I just mentioned it casually, or you still..."

Shen Yanming pulled out his hand coolly, and made a stop gesture: "No, it's time for me to wean, there will always be some wind and rain for me to face, so you don't have to worry about me... Wori."

He wanted to make that chic gesture, waving his hand without taking away a cloud, but as soon as he pulled out the blanket and pillow, he slid down and almost fell to the ground. He quickly bent down and reached out to catch it. Not very graceful.

In a word, it was a failure to be handsome.

Shen Yanming hugged his things again, resting his chin on the pillow, pretending that the embarrassment just now did not exist, turned around and made a blessing gesture to He Changkong, and pinched his throat and said, "Your Majesty, when will you think again?" Lin Xingchenqie, just dd me on WeChat."

He Changkong: "..."

Shen Yanming continued to say in a strange way: "It takes 3 minutes to make noodles, but I only need one sentence to make them..."

He Changkong: "Are you there?"

Shen Yanming didn't think about it at first, thinking that He Changkong said something like "stop", subconsciously answered a self-reproach: "Hahahaha, isn't it too silly?"

After making complaints, I realized something was wrong. Brother Kong not only didn't stop him from being disgusting, but even picked up on him again?

Originally, some jokes weren't very funny, but in Shen Yanming's eyes, there was a mysterious sense of humor in Brother Kong's serious appearance.

So Shen Yanming simply buried his face in the pillow he was holding, his shoulders trembled, and he laughed: "Not here."

The instigator, He Changkong, didn't seem to have said anything, he just said, "You go back first, I really have something to do tonight."

Shen Yanming raised his head and lowered his expression, but the smile on the corners of his eyes and brows was still obvious.He said, "Okay."

In fact, he also guessed that there was something wrong with He Changkong. After all, they have been sticking together for almost 24 hours recently, training together, playing games together, and staying together when they returned to the room. There is no room for myself.Therefore, Shen Yanming said a few words to satisfy his mouth addiction, but actually slipped away in a very sensible manner.

When Shen Yanming went out, he happened to meet several other teammates carrying a small potted plant. Meng Yan carried it, and Pudding stood behind with his twin ponytails, directing him to release it.

The two of them were shocked when they saw Shen Yanming coming out, and asked a few questions with concern.It's a pity that Shen Yanming didn't act, because he almost didn't think about it and immediately made an expression dedicated to abandoned puppies: "I was kicked out by my wife, woohoo."

Meng Yan put a small-looking fortune tree at the end of the corridor, and said, "The head of the bed is noisy at the end of the bed. At worst, you can kneel on the keyboard."

Shen Yanming was very dissatisfied with this: "The keyboard is my first wife, okay, how can I kneel with it? How can I play a game if my keyboard is broken by kneeling?"

"It doesn't matter," Meng Yan muttered, "Then my Jingui's hands are not being ordered to carry potted plants? When I don't hold it firmly, I smash it down and bid farewell to the field the day after tomorrow."

Shen Yanming was curious about their behavior of moving potted plants in the middle of the night: "Where did this come from?"

Meng Yan explained: "Just now I went to have supper with Ding Jiang, and I saw someone selling it on the side of the road. I told him that putting it at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the house could make money, so he insisted on buying it, crazy."

Meng Yan was bending over to move the potted plant. Pudding, wearing slippers, stretched out his foot and lightly kicked Meng Yan's butt, saying, "I said I moved..."

Meng Yan: "What the fuck, you just finished physical therapy and you don't want your shoulder anymore?"

Hearing this, Shen Yanming became more alert: "Ding Ding, are you in pain again?"

Shen Yanming thought that people don't shed tears when they see the coffin. After talking about their hearts before, he talked to pudding several times, but every time pudding was perfunctory.

This time too, Pudding said something he didn't know if it was true or not, as if he wanted to say a few casual words to prevaricate: "No, I'll plan ahead, Yan Jiang is more fussy." He kicked Meng Yan again butt.

Meng Yan straightened up and said angrily, "Is my ass funny?"

Pudding commented: "It's fun, very q bomb."

Meng Yan also made a gesture to kick pudding: "You are crazy!"

Pudding hid, and said with a hippie smile, "Hey, you can't touch me."

Shen Yanming thought in his heart that he should change his mind and go to the physical therapist to make a confession. What the authoritative person said is more useful than what he said.He thought so, but said on his mouth: "Is it a bomb, let me play it too."

After speaking, he yawned.

They just talked about playing with their butts at the door of He Changkong. In fact, when Shen Yanming came out, the door was not closed, and he listened to everything they talked about.

He Changkong opened the door: "What are you playing?"

Shen Yanming: "...butt." These two words made Shen Yanming say them as lightly as a feather. If you don't listen carefully, you can hardly hear the sound.

Meng Yan untied Shen Yanming: "You don't even know about Overwatch?" This is another game, also known as butt.

He Changkong: "..."

Pudding added: "By the way, I bought bleached and dyed hair. Let's complement each other's colors later?"

This topic has changed a lot, of course, I don't know if Pudding is deliberately changing the topic, but at this moment, he saved Shen Yanming's life.

He Changkong naturally heard it too, and reminded: "Don't do it too late."

Shen Yanming quickly responded, not knowing if he had taken He Changkong's advice to heart, he went back to his room and put away his things, and after they had arranged the potted plants, he followed him to the pudding room.

It's really getting late.Shen Yanming's biological clock has been raised very regularly recently, and he has already started to feel sleepy at this point. If you pass him a pillow, he can pretend to fall asleep in a second.However, Pudding warmly invited him, and he couldn't refuse his kindness, so he went to toss his hair together.

Pudding helped Shen Yanming bleach the roots first, and then smeared it on according to the instructions in the manual. It was okay at first, but then it was a bit boring, and Shen Yanming couldn't keep his eyes open.

Seeing Shen Yanming's sleepy look, pudding said: "Hey, why don't I finish it for you and you can do it for me tomorrow, and you're so sleepy."

Shen Yanming squeezed his eyes: "That won't work, we're all brothers, I can't be the only one who is handsome."

"Okay," Pudding said again, "If you don't finish it, you can sleep with me."

Shen Yanming didn't even think about it: "That won't work."

Pudding stopped what he was doing: "?"

Although he said that he could sleep this one today and that one tomorrow, but for some reason, the thought of sleeping with someone else was quite awkward.It's not Brother Kong, Brother Kong is still different.

After Shen Yanming refused, he found something else to talk about with pudding.

I don't know how long it took, but after washing his hair, Shen Yanming was already sleepy. He had to wait for pudding to blow him with a hair dryer, but when he was sitting on the floor leaning against the bed, he started to shut up without realizing it. He nodded his head.

On the other side, He Changkong insisted on the routine of the elderly, and said early on that he was going to sleep, but it was a pity that he lay on the bed and stared at the darkness for a long time and did not fall asleep.

Closing his eyes, Shen Yanming's face appeared in his mind.

On this night—actually, it should have been an earlier night, He Changkong realized that his love had begun to sprout.

To He Changkong, love is a very vague concept.What a good love should look like, he has never seen it with his own eyes.

His parents divorced when he was very young.He lived with his mother and hardly ever saw his father.But he is no stranger to his father, because his mother built him almost in the image of his father.

Every action of his father is a gentleman, so he can never have any unceremonious behavior, even if he smiles too much, he will attract criticism.My father is a professor in the university, and he has a lot of knowledge, so when he can only spell some difficult words in pinyin, he has to read some obscure books.The grades have always been good, and it is natural to do well in the exam. If you fail in the exam, you will hear endless crying from your mother——

"Your father always looked down on me. Now that you have passed the exam like this, do you want my child to be looked down upon by him?"

In fact, it's not that the test is bad, sometimes it's just a wrong question, and the score is still among the best, far behind No.2.

He couldn't understand why he didn't seem to get approval for everything he did.

Just as he can't understand, others say that a child is the crystallization of parents' love. Why are his parents like this?

His mother is so brooding, she should also love his father, but why is love so embarrassing?

He could not appreciate at all the beauty of love that everyone sings about.

As he grew older, there was no shortage of people who expressed love to him in school.He knew that he had good looks and good grades, and logically speaking, he could also understand why he was easily favored by girls of the same age.But he doesn't have the restless mood of other boys. When he listens to them talk about the sweet troubles unique to adolescence, he feels like a weirdo wandering in another world.He would also think, if a certain girl was with him and became his wife in the future, would she become like his mother?

As soon as such doubts popped up, it was difficult for him to have any illusions about so-called love.

Of course, he thinks that he is still a normal person, and he should love someone one day, but this one day seems too far away for him, not to mention that he has a goal he wants to pursue now, so he has never considered it. over this matter.

But he didn't expect that this day, like the silent spring rain that moisturizes everything, would come quietly when he didn't realize it.

Of course not to the extent of love.

But if you like it, you should like it.

A few days ago, he didn't think clearly, and at a certain moment, he saw Shen Yanming's bright smile, that smile was like a key, which opened the drawer in his heart, and he also got the answer from the drawer.

He should have figured it out long ago, but he never thought that he would have a crush on someone of the same sex, so those preferences couldn't make him think of liking.

...So I like it.

For others, maybe liking is liking, why bother to find out where this liking comes from.But He Changkong insisted on asking himself clearly.

He thought it might be that Shen Yanming had never concealed his admiration and praise for him, and there seemed to be light in his eyes when he looked at him, which greatly satisfied the mood he once wanted to be recognized.Of course, it's not that he hasn't received praise from others, in fact, it's not rare. At school, others said he was a top student, but later when he played games, everyone jokingly called him a master.But to put it bluntly, these praises are not for him, but for the person in this position. If the No. 1 candidate is replaced by someone else, others will still praise him as a top student. If he fails in the game , People who praised you yesterday will quickly evacuate tomorrow.

Only Shen Yanming was different, no matter whether he stood on the top of the mountain or fell into the abyss, Shen Yanming always stood in the position of supporting him.

In the previous life, when they hadn't had much contact with each other, someone on the forum once had nothing to do and taunted him, saying that he didn't know how to be flexible and didn't know how to change teams, which wasted his good conditions for nothing.

At that time, a trumpet named shenbigbird quarreled with someone for several pages, scolding him, "What do you know, do you know what he should do better than him? Everyone has everyone's persistence and dreams, and he is unshakable in my heart God", when others called him a fan of brains, he said confidently, "Yes, I am a fan of Kong, can you control me?".

At that time, He Changkong didn't know that it was Shen Yanming, but he just thought the ID was a bit interesting, and he was very grateful for arguing for him for so long, so he got a little impression.

It was only recently that he suddenly remembered that this person should be Shen Yanming.

There should be more than these reasons for the heartbeat.

When pudding took out the hair dryer, he saw that Shen Yanming had already fallen asleep.

He patted Shen Yanming's face: "Luanjiang, wake up, blow your hair before going back to sleep."

Shen Yanming said vaguely: "Don't blow it, take it away."

Pudding stared blankly: "...Are you so sleepy?"

Shen Yanming: "zzzzzz..."

Pudding grabbed Shen Yanming's ear: "Then you get up for me too, what's the matter with sitting on the ground and sleeping? You go to bed and sleep."

Shen Yanming was wrenched in pain, and finally regained consciousness: "Ahhh, let go."

Pudding let go.

Shen Yanming tried his best to open his eyes and stand up: "I won't sleep with you, I want to go back."

Pudding said speechlessly, "Climb quickly."

When Shen Yanming left, he was actually half asleep and half awake. He wandered back upstairs, unscrewed the door of a room habitually, and drifted in in the dark without turning on the light.

He Changkong was still counting the reasons for his heartbeat, but before he could come up with a result, he heard the door being opened.

He forgot to lock the door.

At this moment, he frowned and looked towards the door: "Who?"

He didn't hear the answer, but felt a little weight on him after a while.

Shen Yanming directly used He Changkong as a pillow, wrapped his hands and feet around him, and arched himself to find a comfortable position: "This is called sleeping... zzzzz."