You are messing around again [e-sports]

Shen Yanming looked up after reading the letter. In the distance, He Changkong had already returned with his coach, and the two were still talking.

Shen Yanming didn't care about that much anymore, he trotted over, looking a little reckless, and almost bumped into the tables of other residents in the dining room, he quickly said "Sorry" and ran forward, even bringing a small breeze.

He just wanted to run towards He Changkong, like a bird wanting to return to his own boundless blue sky.

Shen Yanming threw himself on He Changkong's back, so suddenly that He Changkong staggered slightly.However, Shen Yanming quickly hugged He Changkong tightly from behind, he was still holding the unfolded letter paper in his hand, and his cheeks were still tinged with a thin layer of red from rushing over.

People around turned to look at him, Meng Yan asked in horror: "What are you doing?"

Shen Yanming acted as if he hadn't heard, and still held on to He Changkong without saying a word.

He Changkong turned around and asked him softly, "What's wrong?"

Shen Yanming still didn't answer, but just rubbed his face against He Changkong's back, and the material of the team uniform gently rubbed against his face.

It's not intentional silence or lack of words.

Eleven thousand words "I like you" gushed out of his heart, but his rationality forcibly suppressed them in his throat.

Like you like you like you like you like you, love you.

Shen Yanming took a deep breath, and finally let go of his hand. He met the searching eyes of other teammates. He obviously had no confidence, but he insisted on acting very confidently, and said: "The game is about to start, can I be nervous?"

Meng Yan looked like he saw a ghost: "Are you going to be nervous?! Did I hear wrong? If you are going to be nervous, an old lady will help me cross the road when I go out!"

The coach also knew that Shen Yanming usually did things very unreasonably, but since he said he was nervous before the game, the coach dutifully prepared to start cooking chicken soup, but just as he spoke, he was interrupted by pudding.

"If you're nervous, you're nervous. Why are you cuddling and hugging? It's not proper." Pudding has completely forgotten about expression management, his whole face is grinning, his disgust is palpable, "And what is this in your hand? ?”

Sunday: "Love letter roar."

Only then did Shen Yanming realize that he was still holding the letter. Before the curious people were about to poke their heads over to see what happened, Shen Yanming quickly folded the letter and hid it in his phone case.

Shen Yanming: "Why ask so many questions!"

pudding: "...there is the word Kong Jiang on it."

Pudding's expression became more and more ugly, if it wasn't for the fact that the coach was here, other unrelated passers-by might have heard their conversation, and he wanted to scold him for being so gay.

He Changkong patted Shen Yanming on the head, and explained to the puzzled coach Afeng, "Isn't he nervous? He just wrote some words of encouragement."

Ah Feng suddenly realized.

Sunday booed: "It's not a love letter, the rest of the family should also encourage it."

A Feng: "Then you also write a few words to other people."

pudding & Meng Yan: "I don't want it at all!!!"

Shen Yanming said angrily: "Don't write to these two people!"

Sunday: "Ha ha ha ha ha."

In the end, He Changkong still took the hotel note and wrote encouragement and blessings to several other teammates, even Pudding, who still didn't play, received it.

A palm-sized sticky note with two words written on it: Come on.

Everyone: "..." Discrimination is too obvious.

Only Shen Yanming raised his chin triumphantly after reading the small notes that the others got.

The game lasted from the afternoon to the end of the evening, and there was no accident and another point was accumulated.When he came backstage, Shen Yanming saw his parents waiting for him underneath.

The two middle-aged people, wearing cat ear aids with the young people, looked a little funny.

Shen Yanming was a little surprised at first, but after thinking about it, he remembered that his parents had also been there when he first went to play professionally in his last life.Later, he played a lot of games, and the two parents felt that they were really not interested in this thing, and they had to ask for leave every time, which was too troublesome, so they gradually stopped watching the games.

Shen Yanming waved to his parents, and other teammates also said hello.

Shen Yanming wagged the tail that didn't actually exist: "How about it, did I hit it hard just now?"

Lin Qingyue thought for a while, and said very frankly: "Flashing back and forth, this one died, and the other died again. I didn't understand what they were fighting there. I just heard the little girl and the boy screaming."

Shen Yanming: "..."

Shen Zhu added: "If you win, you are great. How can my son not be great?"

Shen Zhu was also bleeding heavily, and booked a private room in a famous and expensive private restaurant in the city, and invited the children who came from afar to play the game to have a meal together with several other entourages.

At the beginning, everyone was a bit cautious, but both Shen Zhu and Lin Qingyue were good chatterers and had no airs of elders. By the end of the meal, the group of people chatted happily.

After eating, it stands to reason that they should all go back to the hotel together tonight, and fly back to Haicheng together tomorrow night.

But I don't know if Shen Yanming returned to his own city, the macho image collapsed, and he suddenly became a little home-loving, so he made an application saying that he would go home and sleep for the night.

This was not an unreasonable request. When they left the hotel, other people went to the hotel, and Shen Yanming went back with his parents.

There was nothing unusual when I first went back. I chatted with my parents for a while, watched half an episode of TV, and it was getting late, so I went back to my room to catch up on homework and planned to finish my sleep.

After finishing his homework and washing up, Shen Yanming collapsed on the bed where he had slept for more than ten years, but Shen Yanming rarely suffered from insomnia.

In fact, the body is already very tired. After all, after a day of exhaustion, it is necessary to rest, but the brain is abnormally awake.

...I always feel that something is wrong.

He realized later that he had slept with He Changkong in his arms every day for so long, and this seemed to be the first time he slept separately. Now the human pillow that made him very comfortable was gone, and he was not used to it.

Shen Yanming hugged the quilt and rolled around.

Normally at this time, He Changkong would circle him, stroke his head, kiss his cheek, and say goodnight to him.

In fact, I didn't say good night.

I said it on the phone just now, but it was still a voice message.

Shen Yanming clicked on the voice just now and listened to it again, and He Changkong's slightly deep voice flowed into his ears.

I can't sleep anymore.

Shen Yanming rolled over again, and simply sent He Changkong another message.

[Shen bird]: Can't sleep[/poor]

[kong_]: What's wrong?

[Shen bird]: Maybe because there is no goodnight kiss

From time to time, "the other party is typing" is displayed in the nickname column, but after a while, He Changkong's message has not yet been sent.Shen Yanming thought that He Changkong was talking about some long speech, maybe trying to lull him to sleep.

In the end, He Changkong only sent an emoji.

[kong_]: =3=

Shen Yanming: "!!!"

Shen Yanming held the phone in front of his chest, squeezed his eyes, and looked at the expression again.

It's so cute and spicy!

The serious brother Kong made such an expression!

...But it seems that because she is too cute, Shen Yanming can't sleep anymore.

But he didn't want to worry He Changkong, so he replied, "Then I'm going to sleep=3=", and ended the chat again.

It's just that after finishing the chat, he rolled around on the bed a few times and still didn't feel sleepy, so Shen Yanming just got up again.

The letter in the morning was still hidden in his phone case, and he planned to put the letter away properly after returning home.

I feel like I should write a more serious reply.

I used to extract the lyrics before, but every time I copied the lyrics, it always gave people a very perfunctory feeling.

Shen Yanming turned on the light, sat down at the table, spread out a piece of paper and began to worry.

In fact, his Chinese performance in school was not bad before, and his composition was also good.But when it comes time to write a letter, it is a bit difficult. Should writing a letter also follow the process of total score and total score?Make an argument first, then give a few examples, and finally summarize...

He sat blankly at the desk for a full 5 minutes, and later even took out the "Excellent Composition for College Entrance Examination" on the bookshelf for reference.

After flipping through a few pages, it still doesn't make sense.

Just write whatever comes to mind.

Shen Yanming picked up the pen and began to write stroke by stroke like a primary school student writing.

"Dear Konko:

Hello!I never thought that I could become so close to you. I do have many friends, but I never thought that I could become a good friend with you!Because I have always thought Brother Kong is too powerful, handsome, smart, a master of learning, and the god of nurses, not for mediocre people like me to get their hands on, huh.

And the main thing is that it looks really cold! !

But after getting acquainted with Brother Kong, I found that Brother Kong is only cold on the surface, but he is still very hot inside, and he is very kind to everyone.

Especially for me =v=

I have always wanted to say that I am also very grateful to you. If you hadn’t insisted on dragging me to play a job, I might still be idle in school, unwilling to reconcile and fail to study hard, becoming a person with no prospects... Recently, under your guidance, I was able to learn while training and competing. God, is this really me?But maybe it’s also because I’m sure that my dream can come true, and I feel at ease, so I don’t think about it when I’m learning, and the efficiency is quite high, hahaha.

And then me too, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

One more "I love you" than you.

I won!

......"

After writing this, Shen Yanming stopped.

What the hell is this writing, there is no literary talent at all.

Or tear it up and rewrite it...

Just thinking about it, Shen Yanming heard some movement outside, it seemed that someone rang the doorbell, and his mother hurried to open the door.

Are there any guests this late?

Shen Yanming didn't bother to care about it, and returned his attention to the matter at hand. He read the letter he wrote again, and it seemed a pity to tear it up. After all, he racked his brains to write it for so long... He tried his best to think that he could still write it. Writing something, the door of the room was suddenly opened.

Shen Yanming subconsciously turned his head to look, and then slowly opened his eyes.

He Changkong stood by the door with a smile on his lips: "If I'm not here, won't you be able to sleep? ... So I came here."