You are messing around again [e-sports]

The moment his hands overlapped, Shen Yanming subconsciously straightened his body, and his index finger, which was swipe randomly on the screen, also froze.

Soon He Changkong also realized that his movements were a little abrupt. He quickly withdrew his hand, picked up the toy that Shen Yanming put aside just halfway through, and tried to put the two components together. After trying for a while but failed, he realized that He just picked up the wrong accessory in a hurry.

Sunday dug out the corn cup from the takeaway paper bag, opened it, scooped a spoonful, put it in his mouth, and secretly glanced at the two awkward older brothers sitting across from him.

It felt like if he didn't say anything else, the two people on the opposite side would be smoking.

As for?Just touching hands.

Sunday cleared his throat: "Wo come to send a wave, come to seduce that moonlight."

Shen Yanming took a glass of Coke and took two sips, trying to cover up his embarrassment with words that were not nutritious: "Well, if someone asks, it takes you a few minutes to look up the dictionary and a few minutes to edit the text, so if someone is in a hurry to make an appointment, you must I don't want to waste time with you..."

Sunday is very dissatisfied: "There is no such food in the nest! ... And there is a group in the nest!"

Shen Yanming reacted for a while before he realized that the group that Sunday mentioned was his scolding group: "Don't, it's not good for outsiders to know about this... Let Brother Yan come."

"Okay," sunday languished for a moment, but quickly regained his spirits, and he said a long sentence with difficulty, "When Ni Meng arrives, you can post it with Wo's account, so that you won't be exposed. Muddy."

Shen Yanming took another sip of Coke.

When he took the first sip just now, he felt that someone's eyes were on his coke, and now he realized that it was not an illusion, He Changkong was looking at him.

Shen Yanming pursed his lips, and said again: "Brother, what's wrong?"

He Changkong hesitated for a moment: "...It's fine."

Shen Yanming took the wrong Coke. The cup he is holding now is the one He Changkong drank before.Just now when Sunday was flipping through the bag, he pushed the two glasses of coke that were placed next to each other, and the positions were confused for a while.

He Changkong didn't say it directly, but Sunday didn't have any scruples, and acted as a kind person who rushed to answer: "I drank Kongkong hiong's Coke."

"..." Shen Yanming immediately put down the Coke in his hand, got up and said, "I'll go to the refrigerator to get you another bottle."

He Changkong shook his head: "No need."

Shen Yanming still went to get two new bottles of drinks, handed one to He Changkong, and opened a bottle himself. This time, he paid special attention to the location after drinking, so as not to mix it up later.

In fact, after doing this, he also felt that it was a little hypocritical?How can everyone care so much about eating and drinking?When playing basketball in the past, it was normal for several people to take turns drinking a large bottle of water.

After eating the Happy Meal, Sunday said that he still had homework to do, and after tidying up the table obediently, he went back to his room.Before the others came back, Shen Yanming first asked He Changkong if he wanted to line up again, and after getting a negative answer, he also climbed upstairs and returned to his room.

He had no homework to do, but he sat down at the desk anyway.He took out the letter temporarily hidden in the phone case, unfolded it, read it again, and put it in the notebook together with the previous letter.

Shen Yanming wanted to reply to He Changkong like last time, and wanted to be lazy and quote a few lyrics to improve the quality of his reply, but the lyrics that he could think of at the moment were either too bitter or too nasty.After racking his brains and thinking for a long time, Shen Yanming had an idea, and with a ruler as an aid, he began to write on the paper stroke by stroke.

After finishing writing, Shen Yanming still felt embarrassed, so he folded the letter paper and went to the next door to knock on He Changkong's door.

"Today is Xiao Shen, the postman." Shen Yanming scratched the back of his head, "Sir, I have your letter."

He Changkong took it: "Isn't it a hotel card this time?"

Shen Yanming: "..."

He Changkong was about to unfold the paper, but Shen Yanming stopped him: "Well, brother, you'd better wait and see."

Not knowing what was written in the letter that made Shen Yanming look embarrassed, He Changkong stopped moving.

It happened that some noises came from downstairs.Shen Yanming ran to the corridor to take a look, Pudding and the others came back.

Probably sensing the sight from upstairs, Meng Yan and Pudding raised their heads and waved upwards.Shen Yanming ran down thumpingly, and He Changkong followed after collecting the reply letter.

Pudding seldom wears men's clothes when he is not playing. Today is probably because he is going home. Except for his purple shoulder-length hair, which is a bit unconventional, he wears a team uniform on his upper body and jeans on his lower body. He looks like ordinary boys on the street. no difference.

He sat on the sofa, and Shen Yanming also sat down and asked, "How's it going?"

Pudding didn't say anything yet, but Meng Yan crackled like a spokesperson and told the whole story, Shen Yanming only then knew that Pudding had gone back to deal with his father.

Shen Yanming tugged at Pudding's ponytail as a gesture of comfort, and asked, "Then what did you do afterward? Did you call the police?"

Meng Yan lay paralyzed on another sofa, hugging the pillow: "How can it be, his father hasn't committed any crimes, and he hasn't done anything materially harmful to Auntie and Ding Jiang. It's useless to call the police. What did you really do and you were detained, so you can continue to harass me after you come out?"

"That's right, then...?"

Sometimes these family issues can be difficult to resolve.Knowing that such a father is here to suck blood, but what can he do with pudding?It sounds cool to fall out directly, but as long as one is the father and the other is the son, the one who bears the favor of birth and nourishment will not be able to stand on the moral high ground, and using simple and rude methods will cause endless troubles.

A Feng said: "I don't know who told his father about Xiaoxian's address, so he came to the door and asked for 100 million. What does he want 100 million for a jobless person?"

The coach likes to call people by their real names, but Shen Yanming didn't realize for a while that Xiaoxian was talking about pudding.

"and then?"

Meng Yan: "Then we'll pretend to be villains."

Ah Feng started: "I told his father that Xiaoxian owed us tens of millions in high/interest/loan, and was working for nothing in the club."

Meng Yan immediately sat up and began to restore the scene at that time: "Brother Feng should really go to acting. He usually looks quite serious, but when he gets there, he wears sunglasses and holds a cigarette. He really looks like a gang/society. Brother told Ding Ding's father, "You are his father, right? Then you pay him back, this month he has to pay back [-], if not... Do you want to keep your left leg or right leg?", Then his father was scared when he heard it, saying that he had other things to do, and left in despair."

Shen Yanming gave a thumbs up: "He really believed it?"

Meng Yan: "I believe it. We made a fake IOU. His father came here blindly. Looking at the black and white words and the chapter, I really thought that Ding Jiang owed a lot of money. Why don't we hurry up and get rid of him?"

Pudding sighed: "At least I won't be here in a short time, and I have to take my mother to move again, trouble."

Shen Yanming obediently followed pudding, they said it was very easy, but he felt quite unpleasant when he heard it.Who would want his father to do all kinds of bad things without any warmth, he used to use violence at every turn, cut off the relationship for so long, he smelled it when he heard that the child had money, and he ran away faster than anyone else when he heard that the child had debts.

My private address has been exposed, and I have to look for a house again, and I am busy with all kinds of things...

Pudding sauce should be in a bad mood right now.

Shen Yanming is quite capable of empathizing with people, but now he is also extremely depressed. Who knew he heard Pudding say again: "There are too many real estate properties. I don't know which one to take my mother to. It's really troublesome. I'm so worried."

"...shut up!" Shen Yanming was annoyed, "Are you so rich?"

If you really think about it, it’s impossible to be poor. Their clubs give a lot, because they are very popular, and usually get a lot of share from the live broadcast room, as well as various endorsements and other commercial activities... But it’s a bit exaggerated to say that they have too many properties in Haicheng up.

He Changkong explained: "He saved some money to invest with others..."

Shen Yanming sat upright, and said seriously to Pudding: "Is your family short of Samoyeds? They haven't gone to college but can play games."

He Changkong: "..."

"Go, go, go find your owner." Pudding changed his position in disgust. "There is one more thing I want to tell you. I am very pleased to see our children's performance on the field today."

Speaking of pudding, he glanced in the direction of Sunday's room. The door was still closed. It is estimated that the child was playing music while doing his homework, so he didn't know what was going on outside.

Pudding continued: "I have a problem with my shoulder, everyone should know."

At first, he didn't intend to say anything, but later his teammates found out about it because of the pain a few times, but they basically thought it was caused by strain, and everyone persuaded him to take a look, but he was not too happy.

Now he said: "Actually, I didn't get injured because of playing professionally. I got into a fight with my dad at home before. I was afraid that the professional team would not want me, so I didn't dare to say it. I'm sorry."

It was like this at the beginning, but later I didn’t dare to speak because I was afraid that my teammates would worry, and I always felt that I could hold on.And before he found someone who could replace him, he didn't feel relieved to leave, so he dragged on until now.

Everyone said it was okay, Pudding said: "Tian-chan is fine, don't worry if he beats me..."

Meng Yan was taken aback: "How do you say that you are about to retire?"

Pudding hammered him: "What, I want to say now, in order to prolong my career, I want to heal this shoulder, I have to go back every day, and then I have to come back to bring you group of unsatisfactory people Cubs fly."

Meng Yan: "Who will take whom to fly?"

Shen Yanming smoothed things over: "Let's fly together."

Several people chatted in the downstairs living room for a while, and after the coach left, they conspired again about fishing law enforcement.Meng Yan was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, downloaded a certain famous gay dating software, and while looking for moonlight's account, shook his head and sighed: "I'm dirty, I'm not clean anymore."

Before finding moonlight, Meng Yan randomly clicked on a group to chat.

[Peerless Beauty 0]: Is there 1?

When Pudding saw the name, his face collapsed immediately: "Are you sure you can catch fish with this name?"

Meng Yan pretended to be a gay addict, and while posting some disgusting words in the group, he glanced at pudding: "What do you know?"

They had a great time here, Shen Yanming said that he was going to go up to wash and sleep first, and He Changkong followed him back, of course to their respective rooms.

He Changkong still hasn't forgotten the letter he didn't read just now.

When he wrote to Shen Yanming, of course he didn't expect to receive any response, he just wanted to encourage him.But receiving the reply also made him feel a little throbbing uncontrollably.

Finally regaining his composure, he leaned against the bed and unfolded the letter.

It was still neatly written in the handwriting of a primary school student, which read——

"Brother, I was very moved when I received your letter. I have no education and have never read Shakespeare. My biggest hobby is listening to songs. So I will pick some lyrics to express my feelings."

"...I want God to know that I don't admit defeat/grateful heart/thank you/for my life/for giving me the courage to be myself..."

He actually copied the whole song "Grateful Heart" and gave it to him.