mid laner

Relatively not so gay let the official blog post.

So the mid laner was sitting on the edge of the bed holding the jungler's hand, looking down at the bandage on the jungler's hand. It was actually a posed snap shot, and it became a trending search along with the jungler's hand injury.

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391.

A group of people got the public relations done, and fled Silent Hill in a mighty way... No.

In short, the jungler said that he would treat guests to dinner. Originally, he planned to live in the ward only for the convenience of tomorrow's consultation and further treatment. Now it seems that he may not necessarily live there.

Forget about bungalows, everyone chose a place together, and the jungler asked his brother to arrange a place.

The hotel went to the bar and ran to the skewers.

Basically just eating, drinking and having fun all night long.

392.

The next day, except for Nakano and the team leader coach, all the staff fell asleep at the base.

There is still something hanging in Zhong Dan's heart. Although there should be no problem, he will not be relieved until he sees the detailed consultation results.

Coupled with the hangover and waking up, the jungler shivered in the corner with his arms folded while feeling sleepy.

The mid laner has scolded him three times since he got up.

Drinking coffee without breakfast, spilling something on the bandages because of playing too crazy last night, and trying on three coats when changing clothes is too slow.

It's really like training a son, with a look of "I want to do it, but I will bear you for a few days because you are a wounded person".

It's been a rough day.

393.

"Tell you to put down your phone and stop playing, do you understand?"

"Do you think I won't beat you up now?"

The jungler felt that he should make a correction, maybe life was not really difficult, but too tm sad.

The mid laner is not the same mid laner as before.

In the past, the mid laner had the spirit of getting up.

Now the mid laner has the energy to get up and beat people.

394.

The coach smiled in the co-pilot, "Is the mid laner usually so violent?"

The mid laner took a look at the jungler.

Jungle: "...No, he was just talking."

The mid laner also laughed, "Jungle is acceptable, and I'm sure it's impossible to do it, it's just playing around."

Jungle: What are you talking about? Am I still a mid laner? Why did I become black in one morning? ? ?Who was it that made me cry before? Are you playing so casually? ? ?

But what can he say.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

The jungler chose to keep his mouth shut.

395.

Every time the mid laner gets up, it seems to enter another personality.

Because he only lives with the jungler, or in other words, the jungler can only live with him, so except for the jungler, no one has unlocked the "mid laner, wake up Qi" skin.

Violence, speech as if the house was stolen, and face as if it was three to zero.

Who dares to confront him head-on, the jungler's heart is like a pickle.

And the mid laner's waking up spirit is slowly fading.

Shrink the eggs and you're done.

396.

The journey took about an hour.

The jungler waited until the mid laner exuded the aura of "normal and a good person" before he went to sleep with the mid laner half cuddled and half hugged. His eyes were still sore when he got off the car.

He slept very warmly, and the mid laner hit the jungler's hair with the side of his head.

"Get up and go to the doctor."

The jungler was dazed and rubbed his shoulder twice, but he woke up when he heard this sentence.

His own premonition about the "three trials" is not very good.

But the jungler just nodded, rubbing his fingers on his forehead, "Let's go."

397.

Unlike yesterday's rush, today's inspection was so detailed that it made people feel a little irritated.

But the mid laner didn't.

He followed the jungler from room to room, standing behind the jungler and listening to him answer every question.

Some specific operations of the game, how each relatively complex or frequently used action is completed.

The jungler's training time, intensity, detailed operation data of the game, and even the jungler's mouse are also checked.

The middle laner stood where he was, but felt that his heart was sinking into the bottom of the water bit by bit.

How serious will it be.

How will the consequences be manifested.

He even resisted knowing the result.

398.

The mid laner thought for a long time, but his mind went blank.

The jungler's voice only reached his head, and then became a vague echo.

The experts discussed for a while, and one of them cleared his throat.

The mid laner came back to his senses, and he seemed to have come to his own conclusion.

He hopes that the jungler will not have permanent injuries.

Whether you can play or not.

At this moment, he feels that everything is not important, how did they get to know each other, how did they get to where they are now, how do they continue to move forward, whether there will be any results, whether there is still contact after retirement at the peak or ordinary retirement, and so on.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He hopes xx is well.

399.

"We recommend short-term cultivation. If possible, the amount of training should be halved at least, especially competitions and targeted exercises..."

The mid laner felt that the jungler tensed his back, like a cat getting ready to attack.

"He needs a substitute and won't play for nearly a month and a half."

The jungler was very anxious, "I can't, the team's results..."

Then he couldn't say anything, he knew that this was actually a choice that everyone could see the pros and cons of.

The coach and team leader also fell silent.

"This is already the most compromised choice. You are still young, and you can continue to fight if you take good care of it. Don't forcefully destroy your body."

400.

Everyone is in a bad mood.

The team leader and coach went to discuss things in a low voice, and the jungler looked much calmer than when he just learned the doctor's treatment opinion.

After returning to the base, the jungler must receive psychological counseling.

The mid laner was originally standing against the wall, and when he saw the jungler sitting on a chair with his head buried between his elbows, he knew that the jungler had entered an endless loop.

The jungler always looks cold and difficult to get along with.

But everyone in LN knows that he is not the type who can't communicate, and then makes everyone autistic.

He never said anything, or he said everything in an awkward way, and occasionally the circuit was different and it would explode.

None of this prevents him from being considerate of others and actually conveying kindness.

He must be blaming himself now.

401.

The mid laner thought, what a fool we are in the jungle.

Hmm, so cute.

The mid laner went around in front of the jungler, half squatted and half knelt down, looking up at the jungler.

He sighed, "Oh, I'm so pitiful."

The jungler looked up and smiled at him, this smile was really bitter, it seemed like he was forced to resist.

The mid laner said, "The other kids are all junglers, why is my jungler ignoring me?"

The jungler thought it was funny, but he didn't have the strength to laugh, and there was a feeling of irony.

He reached out to rub Zhongdan's hair, his palm was soft.

"...you're about to have a new jungler," said the jungler.

402.

"I will." The jungler bit the fresh wound on the inside of his lower lip again.

The mid laner didn't resist, just brushed his forehead and stroked his hair with his freshly bandaged fingertips.

"I know."

The jungler insisted on finishing the sentence, "I will take a good rest and take responsibility."

The mid laner nodded, "Okay."

"Don't get lost in the wild."

The mid laner laughed, "You have to hurry up and pick me up."

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403.

The jungler suddenly hugged the mid laner with his arms tightly.

His unbandaged left hand was tightly grasping the middle single's jacket, and the fabric was twisted and folded.

"I...zz, am I, very useless..."

The mid laner felt that his eye sockets became hot in an instant, and many things rolled and boiled in his eyes.

He has always known that the jungler has some inferiority complex in his heart.

In the eyes of many people, the jungler has always been proud and dazzling. Even when he first entered the professional circle, his style of play was reckless.

His family background is so good, he is also good-looking, and his professional performance has always been in the first echelon.

In fact, it is hard to imagine that with such a background and conditions as a jungler, he would come to play professionally.

The mid laner never asked.

When the jungler was interviewed, like his usual style, he replied bluntly, "Just because I played well."

The jungler might be a very willful guy, the mid laner thought, but he was really, really good enough.

404.

"I'm going to be mad, xx. How can you say that."

The mid laner's tone was the same as usual, and his hand touched the jungler's spine protruding from the arched back.He touched it with his fingers, joint by joint.

"You are really important, very important. I don't know how to say it, but you have to understand. It doesn't matter whether you have changed, or you need to rest like you are too serious now, or you don't even play anymore. We because of these It’s okay to get acquainted, it’s okay to have career glory, but it’s only a small part of who we are.”

The jungler buried himself on the middle shoulder in silence.Did not cry, did not shake.

He just, as always, disliked himself very much.And now the feeling is even more profound.

"You are xx first, and then you are the jungler of LN."

"Either way, you've done a good enough job."

405.

"Whether it's me or LN's mid laner, I will wait for you."

"So, don't belittle yourself. I don't think, at least for me, you don't need to prove your value, you don't need to use whether you have to measure it. Your existence itself is a very good thing."

"XX, get better soon, don't have a psychological burden, I want you to promise me, okay?"

There was no immediate response from the mid laner.

The jungler just hugged him and got close to him very hard.

After another minute or two, the jungler said, "You will always tell me the truth